2 comments/ 25940 views/ 25 favorites Queen of the Video Game By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ****** Monica Miller smiled as she walked into Tommy's Po-Boys. She wore her Clark's Drive-In uniform of tight, short white tee shirt with 'Clark's Drive-In' emblazoned across her modest thirty two B breasts, and short red shorts that left a good amount of her rear end hanging out, and also left a bit of her flat tummy exposed. Tommy MacElroy looked up and waved in greeting to his former fellow employee, but then had to get back to preparing a customer's order. "Hi, welcome to Tommy's and what can I get for you today?" a smiling young man asked, eyes not managing to make it up to Monica's wide, innocent blue eyes. "Large shrimp, no tomato, no pickle, small diet coke," Monica said. "Yes ma'am," the boy said, told her the price and showed her where to swipe her debit card. From her seat, Monica could look into the smaller video game room that Tommy had set up. She saw two young men wearing the football jerseys of Kimble Academy and almost gave a loud 'boo.' Then she smiled at her own silliness. She had not been a cheerleader for the DeGarde BullDogs in three years, not that they had much to cheer about. The Kimble Mustangs had been rivals and had usually trounced the DeGarde BullDogs soundly. She could also see a young girl with long flaming red hair, wearing a too short, too tight tee shirt and a pair of too tight, and too short bright yellow shorts. The girl's cheeks had some freckling, as did her muscular thighs. The two boys were not paying the girl any attention as they were too busy playing on one of the machines. Monica had to give the red head credit though. She did not stop trying to get the attention of the two boys. Exclaiming loudly, slapping the video monitor, thrusting her tight looking rear end out. "Miller, shrimp!" the boy at the counter called out and Monica smiled as she grabbed the tray. She splattered a good amount of hot sauce onto the bread, and then sank her teeth in. "Damn, like a little shrimp with your hot sauce, huh?" Tommy teased. "Only way I can choke your food down," Monica accused. "See your cooking hasn't improved any since you left Clark's." "Aw, your ass," Tommy laughed. "How you been?" "Eh, you know," she shrugged, non-committal. She flung her long blonde hair back and continued eating with relish, finishing the entire sixteen inch sandwich. Monica dug around in her purse, found a stash of quarters, and approached the video game where the girl was playing. Despite the girl's antics, she had actually racked up a pretty good score. Monica placed four quarters on the console. "Play you," she challenged. Up close, Monica could see that, despite having a pretty nice body, the girl's face was dwarfed for by a large, freckled nose. She had warm brown eyes, high cheekbones, full pink lips and a square jaw. Her breasts, which had not been visible from behind, were most likely a thirty two to thirty four D; her bra was visible through the tight tee shirt. "Haven't lost yet," the girl boasted. "Oh?" Monica smiled and fed the machine her quarters. "Haven't either." Before hitting the 'Play' button, she turned to the girl again. "Monica," she said. "Cherry, well, it's really Cheryl, but my friends call me Cherry," the girl said. "Oh, after I beat your butt, I won't be your friend any more," Monica laughed. "What. Ever," Cherry sneered playfully. It was a close contest, but Monica did manage to win. Another one?" she asked, already digging out the quarters. "Wow, I cannot believe," Cherry admitted. Again, Monica edged the girl out, and then turned to smile at the crestfallen girl. "What about a cone?" Monica asked. "I uh, that was all of my money," Cherry admitted. "Come on," Monica said and grabbed Cherry's hand, dragging her back up to the front of the shop. "Chocolate cone," she told the young boy, who had his eyes firmly on Cherry's chest. "Chocolate too, please," Cherry said. Again Monica swiped her card and they waited for the boy to get the cones. "So you go to Kimble?" she asked as they sat down to eat. "Uh, yeah, how'd you know that?" Cherry asked, a little guarded. "Those two guys you were hanging out with had on Kimble football jerseys," Monica said. "Brad and... Well, I wasn't hanging out with them," Cherry blushed hotly. "I mean, not really. They uh, they just happened to..." "So what grade are you in?" Monica asked. "Senior," the girl said, licking daintily at her cone. "You? And where you go?" "Underclassman at U.L.D. Sophomore year; should be junior year, but I decided to take a year off, get my finances in order," Monica admitted, nibbling on her soft serve ice cream. Monica and Cherry stepped out of Tommy's into the blistering late August heat. "So, where you going now?" Monica asked Cherry, approaching her 1998 Toyota Camry. "Home, I guess," Cherry shrugged. "You?" "Home, get out of this uniform, that's about it," Monica admitted. "Need a ride?" "I uh, no, I mean, it's just..." Cherry pointed up Highway 19. "Want to come on over?" Monica asked. "My brother just sent me this link, supposed to be even better than Grand Theft Auto." "Sure!" Cherry enthused. "Need to call someone let them know where you're going to be?" Monica asked as she pulled up to her apartment building. Cherry made a disgusted sound and Monica let the matter drop. "Oh, this is so cool!" Cherry said as she entered Monica's one room apartment. "Uh huh, and thanks to St. Elizabeth's Trauma Center opening up, rent went from three twenty five a month to almost five hundred," Monica said. The room was ten by twelve, with a small kitchenette on one wall. To the left of the tiny kitchen was one door that opened to a tiny closet. The other side had a door that opened to the small bathroom which was little more than a commode, sink and shower stall. Monica had a futon and a floor lamp against one wall, facing the opposite wall, which was floor to ceiling bookcases. Most of the shelves held books, but the top book case directly in the center housed a large screen television, video game controller, and surround sound system. "Have a seat; like I said, I'm just going to get out of this uniform and..." Monica said, already pulling both tee shirt and bra off. Instead, Cherry got on her hands and knees to look at some of the video games Monica had on the second to last bookshelf. "Oh, don't do that," Monica whined. "Do what?" Cherry asked. "Stick that cute little hiney out like that," Monica said. Cherry looked over her shoulder at her rear, then smiled mischievously at Monica and wiggled her butt. "You're begging for it," Monica warned. "Ooh, I'm so scared, what are you going to do, spank me?" Cherry sneered. "You'd like it too much," Monica sneered back. In answer, Cherry wiggled her rear end again as Monica dropped her red shorts to the floor. Monica wore very skimpy panties underneath her red shorts and she wiggled out of them. Cherry could see that the blonde girl shaved her pubic mound completely. She could also see that Monica's heavy pussy lips were peeking out, and appeared to be slick with excitement. Cherry wiggled her butt some more as she looked at the games that Monica had on the shelf and then Monica was sitting on the floor next to her. She had pulled a large tee shirt on; Cherry couldn't see if she had anything else on underneath. "And..." Monica said, hitting a power button. Cherry looked over; Monica had put her other hand squarely on Cherry's very exposed rear end. When they were playing at the po-boy shop, Monica had touched her a few times, her hand, her arm, her side. When driving to the apartment, Monica had touched Cherry's thigh, hand, and arm. On the stairs, climbing to the third floor, Monica's hand had grazed Cherry's butt a few times, as well as her waist, her hand, her arm. But this was a deliberate touch, a cupping of her buttock with Monica's hand. "And here's that link," Monica said, using her controller and clicking on a hyperlink that showed up on the large screen television. "Come on," Monica said, nodding toward another controller. With a final squeeze of Cherry's upturned bottom, Monica sat back on the couch, quickly inputting the data for two to play against one another With a squeal of tires, the contest was on. "Have you played this before?" Cherry asked over the roar of the engines and the barrage of gun fire. "No, never had anyone to play with," Monica said, putting her hand on Chery's thigh, very close to Cherry's crotch. "Say hello to my little friend," Monica laughed and killed Cherry's character. "Bitch!" Cherry said, trying to shoot back, even though her character was dead. "Want something to drink, oh hey, wait, how old are you anyway?" Monica asked, putting her hand on Cherry's thigh, almost onto Cherry's crotch and pushing herself up off the futon. "Eighteen, I'm be nineteen next month. What you got?" Cherry asked. "I'm a gin kind of girl, but I also got vodka, oh, my brother brought over a half gallon of this cheap ass whiskey; I use it for my bong, Monica admitted. "Um, whiskey and coke," Cherry said and again got onto her hands and knees to look at the bottom shelf of Monica's bookcase. "Ew-kay," Monica said and quickly made two fairly strong drinks. "Oh, Cherry, I told you don't do that," Monica said, turning and seeing Cherry's cute upturned butt. "Uh huh and I said what are you going to do about it?" Cherry teased, wiggling her butt again. Monica put the two glasses down on the counter, crossed the room and sat down behind Cherry. "This," Monica said and Cherry squealed as Monica hands gripped the back of her thighs, then traveled up to squeeze Cherry's buttocks. Monica's thumbs disappeared underneath the very thin strip of material that hid Cherry's anus and pussy from view and Cherry squealed again as Monica used her thumbs to pull Cherry's buttocks apart. Then she traced both thumbs up and down Cherry's lightly furred pussy, finding some moisture building up on the soft flesh, then again travelled up to Cherry's buttocks and pried the buttocks apart. "Uh!" Cherry shuddered, eyes wide open in shock as Monica's slender thumb attempted entry into Cherry's anus. Monica had long; very light colored blonde hair, large blue eyes, small nose and light pink, pouting lips. She looked so young, so innocent, as if saying the word 'Gosh!" was about as strong an expletive as she could utter. This intimate touching was a complete shock to Cherry. "Oh!" Cherry gasped as her shorts were unzipped and Monica slowly pulled them down. "I uh, I never done..." Cherry admitted then grunted as Monica's thumbs played with her pussy lips some more. "Oh!" she gasped out loud when she felt Monica's hot breath on her anus. Monica's pink tongue licked around Cherry's spicy, sweaty anus, and then Monica tried to force her tongue into Cherry's anus. Using her thumbs to pull Cherry's buttocks apart, Monica was able to worm her tongue into Cherry's rectum. She then used her thumbs to pull Cherry's pussy lips apart and searched for Cherry's clitoris. "Oh!" Cherry gasped in a sudden orgasm as Monica pinched Cherry's small clitoris between thumb and forefinger. Monica used her own pussy to lubricate her middle and forefinger, and then slowly pushed the tips of both into Cherry's now tightly clenched anus. Monica alternated between licking and sucking at Cherry's anus and trying to force her fingers into the tight little orifice. "Oh!" Cherry cried out in another orgasm as Monica pinched her clitoris again. "Come on," Monica pulled Cherry to her feet, pushing the yellow shorts to the floor. She sat Cherry on the edge of the futon, and urged the slightly dazed girl to take her tee shirt and bra off. Then she knelt on the floor between Cherry's legs, admired the carrot orange sprig that did not completely cover Cherry's plump pubic mound, then again pulled Chery's pussy lips open. She used her tongue to lap at Cherry's fat inner lips, then put Cherry's thighs on her shoulders and bent her head to find Cherry's anus again. Monica fingered herself to an orgasm while sucking and licking at Cherry's rectum. Then she lubricated her index and middle fingers with her pussy. "Uh!" Cherry shuddered as Monica's fat tongue slobbered over her pubic mound while her index finger jammed in and out of her rectum. "Ah!" Cherry shuddered in orgasm as Monica nipped at her clitoris, while Monica fucked two fingers in and out of Cherry's rectum. Monica's free hand was twisting and pulling at Cherry's large nipples rather roughly. Not as rough as most of the boys did, but still quite hard. Monica suddenly stood and pulled off her tee shirt. "Cherry I got to, can I fuck you?" Monica begged, now rubbing her own pussy feverishly. "Yeah," Cherry agreed, slightly dazed. She wasn't a virgin; she'd fucked almost every guy on the football team, all the white guys at least. But Cherry had never fucked a girl before. She had never even considered it. Sure, there were jokes and taunts in the locker room at school; Cherry knew about lesbianism, but had just never considered it. She sprawled on her back on the futon, putting her head at one arm of it and spread her legs wide while Monica reached up to a high shelf and pulled down a twelve inch double headed dong. "No, no, Cherry, like this, Monica said, pulling the girl to the floor, kneeling in front of the futon. "Wait, what, why, oh God, that's going to hurt!" Cherry complained as Monica's fingers again thrust in and out of her rectum, smearing a lubricant around. Monica inserted one end of the double headed dong into her pussy, fucking it in and out a couple of times. This wasn't her largest or thickest dong, but she did love the almost leathery texture of it, did love the fat veins that ran through it. It filled her pussy very nicely and she shuddered, then grasped the dong in the middle and greased up the opposite end. "Uh!" Cherry gave a strangled scream as the head of Monica's dong pressed against her anus. Monica shuddered in orgasm; pressing against Cherry's tightly clenched anus had stuffed the other end of her dong deep into her pussy. She pulled it back out so that only half of its thick twelve inches was inside of her, gripped it tightly and again pushed against Cherry's puckered hole. "Monica don't, I don't want..." Cherry groaned and grunted as Monica forced the head of her 'cock' into her rectum. "Monica reached under and easily found Cherry's now extended clitoris and inched it. "Uh!" Cherry grunted, unintentionally driving herself back "Ow!" she screamed out as at least an inch of the vat dong forced its way into her rectum. "Monica! Stop, I don't..." "Shh, shh!" Monica ordered, using her hand to twist and wiggle that hard-gained inch inside the girl's cute ass. Monica then reached both hands and grabbed Cherry's heavy breasts. She squeezed and mashed them, then again pinched and twisted Cherry's nipples. "Uh! God damn it, pull it out, pull it out, it fucking hurts, you God damned lezzie dyke!" Cherry screamed out as Monica forced another inch into her bowels. Monica did pull out; Cherry's hateful words killing the sexual thrill. "Fucking bitch!" Cherry snarled as she dressed. "You uh, you still want that drink?" Monica weakly offered. "Fuck your drink, whore!" Cherry screamed, slipped her flip-flops on her feet and jerked the door of the apartment open. "Give me a minute to get dressed and I'll run you home," Monica offered. "Fuck you, I'd rather walk, fucking sick rug muncher!" Cherry screamed. "Cherry, stop!" Monica ordered. "Look, I get it; you didn't like it, but Kimble's at least ten, fifteen miles away from here!" Monica pulled on a pair of gym shorts and her oversized tee shirt, took a quick sip of her drink then followed. Cherry was already waiting by Monica's car by the time Monica got her door locked and walked to the stairs. She unlocked the doors, drove to Highway 19 in silence, and then looked at Cherry. "I'm sorry you didn't like it," she finally said. "I fucking told you stop," Cherry snarled. "Yes you did and I should have stopped right then and there," Monica agreed. "Where to?" "Barrington Street; up a little bit more," Cherry said, pointing to the left. Four more miles down, Monica found Barrington Street and drove nearly a half a mile before Cherry pointed to a clam shell driveway for a trailer park. "God damn and you were going to walk?" Monica asked. "Shit, Cherry! My trip meter says we've gone seventeen miles!" "I've walked it before," Cherry snapped. "In this heat?" Monica asked and stopped when Cherry pointed to a double-wide trailer. "Listen, I'm really sorry; you're right, I should have stopped the second you said stop," Monica said, then hit the 'unlock' button as Cherry was frantically jerking at the door. "Uh huh, what. Ever," Cherry spat got out and slammed the door hard. "So uh, call me sometime, huh?" Monica muttered to herself and slowly, carefully backed out of the park. Home again, Monica drank all of the gin and grapefruit juice drink she'd made, even though the ice was melted by now. The whiskey and coke, she poured into a large bong, smirking. The mouthpiece was shaped like a man's penis. Her brother hated using her bong, preferring to roll a joint. She pressed about a thumb sized amount of some decent home-grown into the bowl, wrapped her lips around the cockhead and lighted the bowl. "Mmm, fuck yeah!" Monica said dreamily as the smoke chased away the bad feelings she had lingering from her encounter with Cherry. After smoking the bowl, Monica drank the quite foul tasting whiskey and coke out of the bong, dug her pillows out from under the futon and lay down to watch television. Her brother, Troy, was an electronics expert and had rigged her cable box to receive everything available in the greater DeGarde area. Monica briefly wondered if Troy could monitor her use of the altered cable box, then shrugged. Knowing her perverted brother, the minute she wasn't watching him, he probably hid a web cam in her apartment and watched the occasional boy or girl Monica brought home to fuck. Most of the time, though, all Troy would see was her masturbating, getting stoned, drunk, then either studying or sleeping. Monica found a dismal Lifetime movie to watch and had to laugh at some of the cheesy and predictable dialogue the movie's 'bad boy' was using. Then she showered, laid the futon flat and slumbered. Monica had never been a church goer; Sundays were for laundry, getting drunk and stoned and occasionally, studying for school. Returning from the apartment's laundry room, Monica almost dropped her basket as she saw cherry walking down the stairs. "See? Told you I could walk that far," the red head bragged. "Yeah, but why didn't you, wait, what are you doing here anyway?" Monica stammered. Cherry didn't answer, just turned and walked back up the stairs. Monica noticed the red head was still wearing the bright yellow shorts, but seemed to be displaying even more of her buttocks, as if the shorts were pulled up a little more snugly into her ass crack. "I still got two loads, just put them in the dryer," Monica said as she unlocked her apartment door. "Really? I'm kind of surprised I found it again; my sense of direction just totally sucks," Cherry admitted as she entered the dark interior. "Well, like I said, I still got two loads and you leave anything alone long enough, it grows legs and walks out," Monica said. "Oh, want me to come with you?" Cherry asked. Queen of the Video Game "God, after walking that far? Why don't you just wait here; be about ten fifteen minutes," Monica shrugged, dumping the still very warm laundry onto one end of the futon. The large capacity dryers did finish in fifteen minutes and Monica helped Angela, a neighbor that lived in Apartment 3A as the petite red head struggled to fold a large comforter. "Thanks; glad I don't have to wash this every week," Angela smiled. "But something got spilled on it and it was sooo sticky!" "What'd you spill on it?" Monica asked and the small woman blushed. "Oh, never mind," Monica giggled and the woman giggled too. "But yeah, think next week I'm going to have to wash my futon cover; got any idea what a bitch that is to get on and off that thing?" Monica agreed and dropped her clothes into her basket. "Need help come get me," Angela offered as the two neighbors walked up the stairs. Outside of her door, "Monica counted to three then let herself into her apartment. There was no sign of Cherry and she quickly looked around to see if she could see if anything was missing. Then her toilet flushed and Cherry came out of the bathroom, patting her hands dry on her shorts, which Monica noticed, where unbuttoned. She also saw that Cherry had folded up her bras and panties. Angela had told her, always make sure to do your bras and panties first, and never ever leave the laundry room while those were in there. There was a resident pervert in their complex, according to Angela, who lurked in wait for the opportunity to steal intimate apparel. "Thanks," Monica said, nodding toward the folded undergarments. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, sure," Cherry said, brushing her long red hair back with her hand. "Fucking hot out there, huh?" Monica had folded most of the clothes while she and Angela had chatted so she just put the basket and folded undergarments on top of the low four drawer chest inside the closet. "So what you..." Monica asked and turned around to see cherry kneeling on the floor, reading through her video game titles. Cherry's shorts were pulled up so tight it actually looked painful, but the invitation was plain to see. "Hey, Cherry," Monica said, stepping up behind the kneeling girl and giving her a light swat to her exposed backside. "Hey!" Cherry yelped then giggled. "So, you want to fuck?" Monica asked, lightly tracing a pattern with her forefinger over Cherry's fleshy buttocks. "Uh, what am I doing here, huh?" Cherry said sarcastically. Monica discovered that not only were Cherry's shorts unbuttoned, but she'd unzipped them as well and had them pulled up as far as she could pull them. "Why don't you sit on the couch, huh?" Monica asked as she stripped out of her tee shirt and bra and then dropped her shorts to the floor. Cherry wiggled out of her clothing and scooted backward to the futon. She hopped up and perched her butt right at the edge and leaned back on her elbows to watch as Monica reached up and retrieved her double headed dong and tube of lubricant. Monica smiled as she placed these items on the floor to the side of the futon, and then sat down next to Cherry. "I realized, after you left, we never even kissed," Monica whispered into Cherry's ear. Cherry almost balked; only lesbians would kiss each other. She almost felt nauseous as Monica's hands touched her flat belly, and then traveled up to Cherry's globes. "I can't..." she started to protest as Monica kissed her lips softly. A second kiss lingered a little longer and Monica's hands continued to play with Cherry's breasts and nipples. Cherry opened her mouth to protest again and Monica slid her tongue into Cherry's mouth, tasting the Bubble Gum flavored frozen drink Cherry had bought at the convenience store. "Mmm," Monica moaned softly and Cherry didn't know whether she felt revolted or excited. Then Cherry realized she was rubbing her thighs together. She rolled toward Monica and began returning Monica's kiss. She raised a shaky hand to cup one of Monica's slightly small breasts and Monica shuddered with the contact. "Oh, fuck yeah," Monica husked into Cherry's ear, then again kissed the girl's mouth. Cherry shook in orgasm when Monica reached a hand down and rubbed her lightly furred slit. "Yeah?" Monica giggled softly, and then kissed Cherry again. "Yeah," Cherry affirmed and bent to take one of Monica's pink nipples into her mouth. "Mmm, I like when you bite them," Monica instructed. "Don't bite them off, but give them a... Oh yeah, like that." Cherry chewed on one, then the other nipple while Monica dug a few fingers into Cherry's slick pussy. Then Cherry reached down and felt Monica's wet pussy, fully committing to the lesbian intimacy. "Ooh!" Monica shuddered as Cherry found Monica's clitoris. Cherry tensed as her own orgasm, then rubbed Monica's pussy to orgasm. Monica then kissed Cherry again and slithered onto the floor. Cherry rolled back onto her elbows and watched as Monica knelt between her splayed legs. Monica knelt and began by softly nibbling on Cherry's pubic mound. She then flicked her tongue back and forth across the slit, then brought her hands up and pulled Cherry's lips apart. "Oh!" Cherry shuddered in orgasm. Monica licked up and down Cherry's slit, avoiding Cherry's sensitive clitoris, then bent her head and tickled Cherry's anus with her tongue. Cherry thrust her buttocks forward, giving Monica easier access to her anus. Monica used her thumbs to pull Cherry's buttocks apart and stiffened her tongue to try and force it into Cherry's rectum. Cherry's legs and abdomen quivered as Monica lapped and sucked at her anus. The need to orgasm was building in Cherry's guts and she wanted to make Monica hurry. Monica must have sensed Cherry's need; she reached up and pinched Cherry's clitoris and the red head gasped in orgasm. A few minutes more of licking and sucking at Cherry's anus and Monica again lubricated her index and middle fingers in her own pussy, rubbing herself to orgasm, then began to fuck both fingers in and out of Cherry's rectum. Monica alternated between simply fucking them in and out, and spreading the two fingers apart as far as she could inside of the squishy orifice. "Ready to fuck?" Monica husked as she grabbed her dong. Cherry slithered off the futon and turned around, resting her head on the furniture. "Oh, damn, oh!" Monica grunted as she fucked her drooling pussy with one end of the dong. Monica rested her hand on Cherry's sweet bottom while she caught her breath, squeezing and rubbing the fleshy globes. Cherry involuntarily tensed up when she felt Monica's fingers try to thrust into her rectum, even though the woman's fingers had just been in there. She forced herself to relax and Monica thrust two well lubricated fingers in and out, spreading them apart. When Monica added a third finger, Cherry again almost balked, but forced herself to remain still. Monica added a corkscrewing motion and Cherry felt a pleasant warmth spreading through her belly "Aw yeah, my sweet little baby likes it, huh?" Monica giggled as Cherry began thrusting back to meet Monica's forward thrusts. Cherry gasped when she realized what she was doing. When Monica reached her free hand underneath to rub Cherry's pussy, cherry let out a strangled scream. Then Cherry let out a guttural groan as the head of Monica's dong pressed against her anus and she froze. Monica again held the greasy dong against Cherry's ass and slowly but steadily pressed until the head popped in. Cherry could actually feel the flared head of the dong as it entered her rectum, could feel the rim of latex, and then feel her anus close around the smooth shaft. Monica paused and looked down to see that the head was fully inside the girl's light brown anus. The normally puckered flesh was stretched wide and looked quite slick from saliva and lubricant. Monica shuddered in orgasm but forced herself to remain steady, not push forward. She pulled back a millimeter and Cherry again gasped as she could feel her rectum struggling to expel the latex intruder. Then Monica pushed forward and Cherry let out another guttural groan. Monica paused again, reached under and grabbed Cherry's hanging breasts. "Oh," Cherry let out a breath as Monica played with her breasts and nipples. Then Monica pulled back a millimeter and then pushed forward again. "Uh, oh shit!" Cherry screamed out as a sudden, intense orgasm burst. She grunted and thrashed as the surprising orgasm seemed to build in intensity before finally subsiding. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cherry grunted as she rocked herself back and forth, driving the phallus in and out of her bowels. "God damn!" Monica cried out as her own orgasm built up then spilled over. Cherry fucked herself to a second anal orgasm before she stopped and tried to catch her breath. She rested her sweating face against the rough canvas material of the futon. She wanted to push Monica's hands away as the blonde played with her breasts; it was hard to breathe. Finally, the crisis seemed to be over and Cherry tensed up. "Oh fuck! Feels like I got to take a shit," she said urgently. "Hold on, wait," Monica said, placing a restraining hand on Cherry's back. Monica wiggled backward, slowly pulling the dong out of Cherry's guts. With an 'oomph!' Cherry felt the dildo leave her bowels and she got to shaky feet and scampered into the small bathroom. Monica went to the small kitchen sink, got a playful of liquid soap and cleaned the dildo from end to end, thoroughly rinsed it clean, then patted it dry on a clean dishtowel. Then she got out the Ajax cleanser and scrubbed the sink clean. Finally she washed her hands and smiled as a now blushing Cherry exited the bathroom. She tilted her head to the side and looked as Cherry fidgeted, trying to decide whether to cover herself or not. "Kind of early for a drink, but it's never too early to smoke, huh?" Monica said and got out her cock bong. Cherry watched as Monica poured some whiskey into the instrument, and then watched as Monica pulled a plastic bag from one of the shelves. "It's just some home grown, but it's pretty good shit," Monica said and pulled the girl to the futon. Cherry giggled as she watched Monica slide her lips over the cock head and Monica smiled. They passed the bong back and forth. "Ooh, the pre-game is on; I think the Saints are playing the Rams," Cherry suddenly said. "What? What channel?" Monica asked, flicking the television on. "I mean, it's just a pre-season game, it don't mean shit, but..." Cherry said as Monica found the pre-game announcers discussing one of the many match-ups for that day. "Uh huh," Monica said, reached under the futon and pulled her two pillows out. She then pulled her blanket down and pulled Cherry to lie down, her breasts pressed firmly against Cherry's back. She moved the girl's red hair away from her ear and lightly kissed her ear. "I uh, I ask you something?" Cherry asked timidly. "Uh huh," Monica agreed, lightly rubbing Cherry's belly, loving the warmth of being slightly stoned and having a nude body pressed against her. "Um, how long, when um, when did you know you was gay?" Cherry asked. "What?" Monica laughed. She squeezed Cherry and kissed the girl's ear again. "Cherry, I'm not gay," Monica insisted and again kissed Cherry's ear. "What?" Cherry asked. "I mean we uh, you uh..." "I'm not gay, Cherry, I like fucking," Monica said. "And I like to fuck pretty people. You had a cock? I'd suck it and fuck it all night long. But you got you a cute little pussy and a really nice ass, so..." "Yeah?" Cherry asked and wiggled her butt against Monica's belly and thighs. "Like my ass?" "Love your ass; it's a really nice ass," Monica concurred. About forty minutes into a fairly low energy game, Monica wiggled out of bed and fixed them a frozen pizza, confessing to Cherry that cooking really was not her strong suit. "If I didn't skate my ass off all day long at work, I'd probably be as big as a house," she confessed. When Monica bent over to pull the pizza out, Cherry playfully grabbed a handful of her ass. "Works both ways, you know," Monica giggled. "What does?" Cherry asked as Monica handed her a plate. "Fucking," Monica said. They sat up and ate the pizza and commented on the poor performance of both football teams thus far. Then Monica and Cherry shared another bong of pot and played another game of Monica's illegal bootleg game. "Yes, I am the Video Game Queen!" Monica cheered as she again killed off Cherry's character. "All kneel before your queen and kiss my ass!" "What. Ever," Cherry said as Monica dashed into the tiny bathroom. Cherry switched the television from Game Mode to television and watched the half-time reports and gratefully accepted the drink that Monica handed her. Monica remained nude, so Cherry did too. Cherry sat cross-legged on the futon, sipping the whiskey and coke and smiled when Monica reached over and lazily dragged a finger up and down Cherry's slit. "Like my pussy?" Cherry asked, spreading her legs wider. "It's a very sweet little pussy," Monica agreed, then kissed Cherry, thrusting her tongue into Cherry's mouth. The girls continued to kiss and touch each other while drinking heavily. Then Monica moved Cherry into a sixty nine and they licked and sucked each other's pussies to orgasm. "Oh, fuck; what time you got to be home?" Monica asked when the six o'clock news started to broadcast. "Fuck, I don't know; when I get there," Cherry said without emotion. Monica wanted another drink, wanted to smoke another bong, but did not want a DUI on her record. She quickly fixed them some scrambled eggs and toast for supper then dressed. She tidied up the place a little while Cherry dressed. Monica then guzzled an energy drink, determined that she was sober enough and drove Cherry home. "See you later," Monica said and gave Cherry's ass a playful pinch when the red head got out of the car. Safely home again, Monica got out a slightly thicker latex dong, stripped off shorts and bra and tee shirt, then slowly masturbated while smoking the last of her bag of home grown. **-**-** Monica Miller entered Tommy's Po-Boys, still wearing her Clark's Drive-In uniform. She and Tommy chatted for a few minutes, then Tommy quickly made her sandwich and she found a seat where she could peer into the game room. There was no one in the room and Monica felt a little tug at her heart; she'd hoped to see Cherry in there. A girl entered, dressed in black leotard, obviously coming from the dance studio next door. She walked up to the counter with mincing steps and ordered a chocolate ice cream cone. While she waited, she reached down and pulled the material of the leotard from the crack of her ass, then looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed. Monica smiled at the girl and the girl smiled back, blushing hotly. The girl took her ice cream cone into the video game room and walked around, looking at the game consoles while slurping on her ice cream. She was approximately five foot four, Monica's height, with a very slender dancer's build. She had no breasts to speak of, but was wearing a bra underneath the leotard; the thin straps were visible at the sides of the scoop neck of her leotard. She wore her brunette hair short, in a symmetrical style; bangs straight across her pale forehead, sides and back even with her jawline, exposing a slim neck. Her dark brows were heavy over dark almond shaped eyes. Her nose was a little button nose and her mouth was a small button mouth. And she was constantly digging the leotard out of the crack of her ass, flashing Monica glimpses of her narrow buttocks. Obviously, the skimpy garment was just a tad too small for the girl. Monica felt her pussy grow wet thinking of how sweaty the girl's anus and pussy bust be after dancing for an hour or more. She crumpled up her sandwich paper and threw wrapper and cup into the trash. "Play you," Monica said, putting four quarters on the console that the girl seemed to be the most intrigued with. "I'm not very good," the girl admitted. "Then this is your lucky day; you get to learn from one of the best," Monica bragged, flung her long blonde hair back, and fed the quarters into the machine. "Monica, Video Game Queen," she said, offering her hand to the girl. "Tatianna, Video Game Commoner," the brunette smiled, shaking Monica's hand. Monica laughed and set the level to medium skill and the two played. Tatianna was right; she wasn't very good, but she enjoyed playing. They played and chatted and laughed and got to know each other a bit. Before she knew it, Monica had fed four dollars into the machine. "Damn, I suck," Tatianna claimed. "Oh, you're not that bad; you just don't play a lot," Monica said. "You said you go to U.L.D.; how old are you?" "Twenty; yeah, yeah, I know, I don't look it but I really am," Tatianna said and again dug the leotard out of the crack of her ass. "No, I believe it; I'm twenty one but Jumpers keeps telling me my ID's a fake one," Monica said, resting her hand on Tatianna's slender hip. "I got some more games at my apartment; you want to come over?" THE END. ***** **Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. Thank you for reading my stories. And now for the disclaimers. Which, oddly enough, often garner more comments than the actual stories do. Possibly a little explanation may be in order here. I put the disclaimers in so that anyone who comments will actually have to comment on the story and the story's contents, rather than just throw out meaningless prattle or personal attacks. So... Yes, I need an Editor. Yes, this is in the wrong category. Yes, it's too long. Yes, there are too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, this is stupid shit, and Yes, I suck. And you have a super sparkly day.