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I Kissed A Girl

By: epiphany65



Prologue

I kissed a girl. That kiss eventually lead to more. Normally this event would not be so remarkable -- certainly hardly worth writing about -- but the girl was my twin sister, Melanie. The series of events began one July afternoon in our attic...

Chapter 1

The attic of our house seemed as hot as the heart of Hell. I slid across the faded green linoleum on my hands and knees. Before me were several large cardboard boxes. I pulled one towards me. It was filled with toys and games from my childhood. I smiled as many happy memories flooded my mind.

"Hey, Mark, look at this; I found my old Barbie dolls."

I turned towards my twin sister, Melanie, kneeling beside me. She was born minutes before me, so sometimes liked to refer to herself as my older sister. She was holding up a doll with long blond hair, wearing a long sequined gown.

"What do you think these things are worth on eBay?" Melanie asked.

I shrugged.

Normally I would not have been up on the attic, nor would Melanie -- especially on such a hot day in late July. But our mother had made a deal with us. She wanted to get some of the old junk and things we no longer used out of the attic, so she suggested that Melanie and I have a yard sale. We could keep the proceeds of whatever we sold, providing we split the money evenly. 

Melanie and I had turned eighteen that past March. Neither of us had jobs, so whatever money we could earn was more than welcome. I was taking a few classes at the local college, but that was mostly to avoid getting a job. We took up our mother's offer of the yard sale in an instant, lured by the prospect of how much money we might make. Neither one of us realized at the time just how much work was involved though. It was a Wednesday afternoon when Melanie and I had gone up to the attic to search for things to sell. We had decided to have our yard sale that Saturday, and perhaps Sunday if we had enough items left over.

"Fuck, it's hot." I said, wiping my brow.

"Yeah... I'll be glad to get back downstairs where it's cooler." Melanie remarked.

I looked at my sister crouched beside me, shifting through a box in front of her. She seemed unfazed by the stifling heat of the attic. Her long sandy blond hair hung down over her shoulders. A few strands dangled over her left cheek. She brushed them aside. Melanie was wearing a light yellow tank top and blue shorts. Her feet was bare.

"How come you don't mind this heat, Mel?" You're not even sweating." 

"Girls don't sweat, Mark." she replied, not looking up from the box. She sounded like she really meant it.

I laughed at the notion.

In front of Melanie and me were two boxes. I could see garland and Christmas lights in one, but the other contained board games, toys and sundry other things that once belonged to me. I spied a G.I. Joe doll and a drab green plastic helicopter and pulled them from the box. I moved the toys and games in the box around with my hand, thinking of how much money they might be worth.

Now I was kneeling in front of Melanie. I could see the top of her head as she peered inside the box in front of her. Running my eyes down further I discovered that I could also see down the front of her loose tank top. She was wearing a white bra with tiny pink and red flowers all over it. Her heavy round breasts shook a bit as she moved. They looked firm enough to bounce a quarter off of and were much more than a generous handful. My cock began to thicken. It strained the front of my jeans and I was glad that there was a box in front of me, hiding my crotch.

I turned my attention back to the box, pulling out things I thought I could sell and placed them in another box of items I had already selected. I continued to take occasional glances down the front of Melanie's top. I found her bra sexy, but somewhat out of place on her. With it's snow white cotton and cheery flowers it seemed juvenile. It would have been better suited on a younger girl, rather than holding my twin sister's ample breasts in place, I thought.

Melanie raised up and reached for another box to her right. Her shorts were pulled tight over her firm ass as she stretched. My eyes moved up the backs of her soft, tanned thighs to her curvy backside. Her breasts shook a bit as she leaned over and drug the box towards her with a groan.

"Hey, look what I found!" Melanie exclaimed.

I raised my head from the box and saw my sister holding a wooden box about eight inches square. It was covered with pink paper and had brass hinges in back.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A makeup kit that mom got me years ago." she explained.

Melanie opened the box. On the inside of the lid was a small mirror almost four inches square. It was smudged with makeup. The bottom had a row of small trays containing various shades of eye shadow. Green. Blue. Brown. Red. Beside that were two tubes of lipstick and a stick with sponges on either end. They were stained blue and brown with eye shadow. Atop them was a small circular brown compact with C G in gold letters in the middle. Melanie smiled as she looked inside the box.

"Mom got me this because she was fed-up with me playing with her makeup and making a mess of everything. I must have been ten or twelve and I wanted to be as pretty as mom."

"Too bad that never happened." I spat out, laughing.

The smile on my sister's face vanished. She snapped the box shut and tossed it aside, then lowered her head. She began digging through the box once more.

"What?" I asked, surprised by Melanie's hurt expression.

"Sometimes you can be a real jerk, Mark." Her narrowed brown eyes met mine. She now seemed more angry than sad.

"Lighten up, Mel. I was only teasing." I said.

"Well, it wasn't funny." she snapped, glaring at me once more.

To me it was funny, or at least ironic. Melanie was very pretty. The prettiest girl I had ever known, in fact. Anyone who saw her thought the same. I would have never suspected that she was so insecure about her appearance. Not only was she stunning, but she had a body that everyone seemed to notice, men and women alike. 

"I'm sorry, Mel," I mumbled "it's just that... well, c'mon... you're not exactly ugly. I thought you would know I was only teasing, because..." I feared that had already said too much, so I stopped before I crossed some sort of line that I couldn't detect.

"Because what?" Melanie leaned back, holding the edges of the box, waiting for me to explain myself.

I sighed, searching for words to console her that were still appropriate for a brother to say to his sister.

"C'mon, Mel -- you're pretty. Everyone thinks so. I mean, you're my sister, but even I'll admit to thinking it too."

Melanie giggled, although I wasn't sure whether it was because of my sudden nervousness, or at what I had said. She was smiling once more at least, so I was relieved by that much.

"You think I'm pretty?" she asked, sounding incredulous.

I gave her a silent nod, reluctant to admit to it aloud.

"Thanks, Mark. You're the best brother anyone could ever have." she gushed. 

Melanie slid over the linoleum, around the boxes and to my right. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. Her lips were soft and moist as she kissed my cheek, but what I was most aware of was the feeling of her breasts. My right arm was sandwiched between them as she hugged me. They were firm and felt larger than they had appeared earlier when I had seen them nestled in her bra. I tried my best to fold my arms over my lap to hide my erection.

"Okay... thanks," I stammered "you can let go of me now, Mel." 

I couldn't tell if the sweat on my palms was caused by the heat of the attic or nervousness, but as much as I enjoyed my sister's embrace I wanted it to end before she could detect my arousal. I could feel by cock pushing up on my wrist through my jeans.

Melanie relaxed her arms, but did not remove them from around my shoulders. Now it was my turn to be teased I discovered.

"What's the matter, Mark, don't you like girls?" she asked, seeming impish.

"Sure I do," I said "just not you -- not like that anyway."

"But you just said that you think I'm pretty. I thought you'd like it when a pretty girl gives you a hug and kisses your cheek."

I couldn't tell whether my sister's question was serious or an effort to taunt me, although I suspected the latter. What I was sure of was I'd feel more comfortable once she let go of me.

"Okay, whatever." I snapped, trying to wriggle free from her embrace.

"So it's okay for you to look down my top when I bend over, but I'm not allowed to give you a hug..." she countered.

I snapped my head up and looked at Melanie with wide-eyed terror.

"Thought I never noticed, didn't you?" She had a smug look on her face, but never seemed angry.

The tone of my sister's voice puzzled me. I fully expected her to be irate, even repulsed, knowing I had been leering down her top, but she sounded playful. Still, I lowered my head in shame, unable to meet her gaze.

"Oh, chill-out, bro," she said, giving my back a brisk rub "I'm only teasing you. I'm not pissed. I'm used to guys looking at them. Most of the time I don't care, especially if they're cute, like you."

Now I was equally surprised by Melanie's reaction and her referring to me as 'cute' and didn't know what to say.

"Yeah... but..." I mumbled.

"Yeah... I bet you were staring at my butt too." she shot back with a smirk.

"Look, can we just finish looking through this stuff? It's hot as hell up here and I want to get downstairs." I snapped.

Melanie let go of me. She dropped her arms to her lap. I could tell she was thinking. "How about we just bring down what we have so far and do the rest Friday night when it's cooler?" she suggested.

"That's a good idea." I agreed.

My sister's idea was indeed a good one. It also meant that I could put some distance on her physically, which appealed to me even more. I stood up and picked up one of the boxes full of toys and games and began walking towards the stairs. Melanie followed behind, carrying another box.

"You guys really managed to find a lot of stuff." our mother remarked as she looked at the boxes that Melanie and I had brought downstairs.

"Mark found most of it," Melanie said "I think you guys bought him more toys than me." She gave mom an exaggerated pout.

"No, I just never broke mine like you did." I shot back.

Mom laughed as she looked into the boxes.

"I'm thirsty." Melanie announced as she went towards the kitchen.

I slid the boxes to one side of the downstairs hall. I was tired and hot. My back hurt from leaning over and my knees ached from kneeling. Melanie's comment about being thirsty reminded me that I was too. I joined her in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice.

"So, how much money do you think we'll make?" Melanie asked.

"I don't know; maybe a hundred dollars, if we're lucky."

Melanie frowned and I knew what she was thinking. Fifty dollars each was not a lot of money for our effort, but at least it was fifty dollars I didn't have at the moment I reminded myself.

"Maybe we can find more stuff Friday night to sell." she remarked.

"We will. I saw a few more boxes of toys and things up there." I told her.

"Cool."

Melanie went to the fridge and poured another half glass of juice. She hopped up on the kitchen table and began drinking it. Her bare legs dangled beneath her and I ran my eyes up from her bare feet to her hips flaring out from her shorts.

"Still mad at me?" she asked, sounding nervous.

"I wasn't mad at you." I told her.

"Well, you seemed it up there."

I shrugged and took another drink of juice. "I'm not mad at you, Mel." I repeated.

Melanie sat her empty glass down and slid off of the table. She stepped over to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "Does that mean I can give you a hug?" she asked, her eyes glimmering once more.

"Ah... sure." I told her.

Melanie wrapped both arms around my shoulders and rested her chin on one. I could feel her hot breath and hair move over my face, down my neck.

"You know what?" she asked.

"What?"

"You're my best friend, Mark." she said, giving me a hard squeeze.

"I thought that Natalie was your best friend." I replied.

"Sure, I like Nat a lot, but no one compares to you." She kissed my cheek. I smiled, staring at the wall behind her. Her breasts shifted against me and once again I was overcome with a mixture of arousal, guilt and nervousness.

"You can hug me too," she encouraged "I don't bite... maybe just nibble a bit." Melanie let out a lewd sounding laugh. Now I worried that our mother might walk in on us.

Melanie tugged at my shoulders, turning me towards her. Feeling awkward and quite nervous I eased my arms around her slim waist. I interlaced my fingers against the small of her back and pulled her closer. My cock was throbbing and I felt her stomach pressing on it. I waited for her to react with shock or disgust, but when she didn't I relaxed. Either she didn't care, or didn't notice, which I doubted.

"This is so nice." she said in a soft voice that fed my arousal.

About a minute later I pulled away from my sister and let my arms go limp at my sides.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking confused. Her arms were still draped over my shoulders.

"If mom walks in she'll think that something weird is going on between us." I answered.

A mischievous grin appeared on my sister's face. Her eyes were riveted to mine. "Maybe something is." she suggested, then winked.

My mouth opened, but no words came out.

Melanie eased away, still smiling, then left me alone in the kitchen to fathom her remark.

Chapter 2

For the next two days I saw little of my sister. Melanie and I both spent most of our time with friends and doing things around town. It was only during meals that we were together and because our mother was also present there was no chance of us having another uncomfortable, if not inappropriate, exchange. I was relieved by this, but knew that we would be alone in the attic that evening.

"Ready to go up and look for more stuff to sell?" Melanie asked me after we had finished supper that Friday night.

"Sure." I answered as dread filled me.

The irony of my situation was not lost on me. For a long time Melanie had been the muse for my libido, but now that things between us were verging towards what I had fantasized about alone in my bed I discovered that the situation made me uneasy. Life is never really as good as we envision it I reminded myself.

I followed my sister upstairs, then up to the attic. I stared at her ass in her tight jeans as she climbed the steps. Her hips had a gentle sway as she walked, which I found captivating. Further up her body I surveyed the back of her white blouse. It was smooth, devoid of any lines caused by a bra underneath. Earlier, as we ate, I had suspected that she was braless. Now I was positive. My cock was hard even before we were in the attic.

"I think there's more stuff in the box over here." I said as I pointed towards my left.

Melanie followed me towards the box and stood above me while I looked in the box. I concentrated on what I found in the cardboard box and tried to ignore my sister beside me.

"What do you want me to do?" Melanie asked.

"If you can find an empty box, or dump what's in one into another that's only half full, I can use it to put what I find in here." I told her.

Melanie wandered around the attic, searching for a suitable box. She returned with two -- one empty and another filled with toys and some clothes. She dropped them down beside me.

"Thanks." I told her as I tossed a few things into the empty box.

Soon Melanie had found some items for us to sell. They joined the ones I had tossed into the box beside us. Already it was filling up, which encouraged me.

"Hey, look at this," Melanie said as she held up a red t-shirt with a picture of The Spice Girls on the front "I can't believe I used to fit into this."

"I can't believe that you used to like The Spice Girls." I retorted, sneering.

Melanie laughed as she held the t-shirt up to herself, looking down at it. "Think I could still fit into it?" she asked.

"No way. Not a chance." I laughed, looking at her front.

Melanie tossed the t-shirt aside. "Are you saying I'm fat?" she asked, although I could tell she was not upset by my remark.

"No," I blurted out "it's just that it's too small for you now."

"What you really mean is that my boobs are too big, right?" she corrected.

I gave my sister a guilty nod and a shy smile.

Melanie seemed happy with my silent admission. She placed her palms on her hips and pushed her breasts outward. The thin material of her blouse grew taut over them. I could see two faint bumps capping her round breasts through the cotton.

"I think they're my best feature." she remarked, sounding unusually boastful.

I said nothing as I stared at my sister's chest. Now her nipples were thicker, harder. Even more tempting. I felt my tongue run over my lips as my eyes locked on them.

Melanie tilted her head down, then up at me. "I guess I was right about it being cooler up here at night." She gave me a smirk, knowing I realized what she was referring to.

"If you're cold you could go put a sweater on." I suggested, although it was mostly because I thought that a bulkier top would curb my temptation to stare at her chest.

"I'm fine. Besides, I've got you to keep me warm." Melanie inched over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

I felt myself bristle as Melanie pulled me to her, pressing herself against me. She must have noticed my unease because I felt her relax and pull away.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that mom will come up and think something weird is going on? Don't worry, we can hear her long before she gets up here." Melanie assured me.

I never answered.

"Relax, Mark," she told me in a soft tone "we're all alone."

I moved my left arm around my sister's lower back and tugged her back towards me.

"That's better," she whispered "why are you so nervous around me anyway?"

"I'm not." I lied.

"Is it because you're scared I'll notice your hard-on?"

My sister's blunt question stunned me. Normally she was more tactful -- certainly not so crude. Now my face felt as hot as it had the last time we had been in the attic. I turned my head towards Melanie in surprise. 

She kissed my cheek and gave me a reassuring smile.

"I don't think it's weird," she told me "I think it's perfectly natural."

"Not when it happens because of you it's not." I said, feeling shameful.

"Even when it happens because of me," she corrected "most people say that relatives shouldn't be close -- in that way, I mean. But who are we closer to than our family? I love you, Mark."

"I love you too, Mel." I told her. The words came out naturally because I meant them, not because I felt as though I had to echo her sentiment.

"Well, it's normal to get turned-on when we're around people we love, isn't it?" she asserted.

I couldn't argue with my sister's logic. I nodded. "Yeah. I guess." I said.

"Give me a hug, Mark; a real one this time."

I twisted around so I was facing Melanie, then moved my right arm around her. She tugged me to her and leaned on me. I slid my hand up her smooth back, then down again. She let out a soft moan as she wiggled against me. Her breasts moved over my chest and I lowered my eyes towards them.

"We better finish looking through this stuff so mom doesn't wonder what's taking us so long." I told my sister after a while.

"You're probably right." she said as she leaned away from me.

Instantly my eyes drifted down to the front of her blouse. Her nipples were harder and thicker than earlier. Their size and shape were very noticeable through the white cotton.


I Kissed A Girl



It was another night, another meaningless party. So many people were already drunk and making fools of themselves out on the dance floor.

The music was blasting loud. Anita stood by the french doors holding a drink and watching the people dancing. Her best friend had forced her to this party in New York. Anita had just broken up with her boyfriend Nick and Ray had dragged her out in hopes of Anita getting laid.

The room was so hot with so many people that Anita had slipped away to stand outside by the doors to get some air. Reaching for her purse, Anita drew her favorite cherry flavored chap stick out. The lip gloss that Ray had made her wear had already worn out and Anita didn't believe that it would make her lips bigger so she put the chap stick to her lips covering them with a coat.

"Excuse me?" A soft girl's voice asked behind her.

Anita turned around and was stunned. Nicole Richie was standing behind her also holding a drink.

"Sorry, was I in your way?" Anita asked flustered. 

Nicole Richie was one of Anita's favorite celebrities. It even went as far that Anita had a slight girl crush on her and Paris.

"No, you were fine I just didn't wanna run into you, I was walking sorta fast." Nicole smiled.

Anita smiled back. Nicole was 5'2 and wearing heels where as Anita was 5'0 and wearing ballet flats with her skinny jeans so Nicole had a couple of inches on her. She had on a yellow dress that ended at mid-thigh and looked quite sexy on her.

"So, don't think I'm rude or anything but, I noticed how extremely round and firm your breasts look, are they real?" Nicole asked staring at Anita's chest.

Anita looked down at her B-cup breasts.

"Actually my boobs are real but they aren't this big or round. I'm wearing a push up bra."

"Oh wow. They look great." Nicole said.

Anita blushed. With her ballet flats and skinny jeans, Anita also wore a tight pink top that showed just a hint of the cleavage that the bra created for her A cups.

Nicole and Anita continued to watch the other people dancing standing side by side.

"So, have you?" Nicole asked randomly.

Anita looked at her.

"Have I what?"

Nicole smirked at her.

"Kissed a girl?" She asked as the song had been playing.

Anita shook her head.

"Why have you?"

"Just Paris one time for this thing with the Simple Life."

Anita leaned on the door frame.

"What was it like?"

"Do you want to see?"

Anita glanced around nervous.

"Here?"

Nicole laughed again.

"We can go to my room if you want."

Anita looked around one more time then stood up straight.

"Ok."

"Right. Follow me." Nicole said turning and leaving.

Putting down her drink, Anita followed Nicole out to a cab.

"Not too far from here." Nicole said as they got in.

Anita slid in beside her and they leaned back on the seats a bit tired. It was nearing 3 am and they had been out for hours.

"So what brings you out?" Nicole asked her breaking the silence.

Anita looked at her and sighed.

"My boyfriend and I just broke up a couple of weeks ago. Things just weren't working out anymore and my best friend brought me out to try and get me laid."

Nicole laughed.

"Nice friend!"

"So what about you?"

Nicole shrugged.

"Joel gave me a break from motherhood for the night. Harlow is at home with daddy and mommy gets to have fun and time to relax."

The cab pulled up to the curb and the girls got out, Nicole paying and she led Anita in.

Anita looked around taking everything in. She hadn't been to New York before and was trying to get the full experience.

"Are you nervous?" Nicole asked her as they got to the elevators.

"A bit. I mean first of all I've never kissed a girl, second, you are Nicole Richie, one of my girl crushes of Hollywood!" Anita said.

"Well, this should make it so much better." Nicole said as they stepped into the elevator.

Anita breathed out leaning on the wall after Nicole hit the floor number.

"Aw baby don't be scared." Nicole giggled and slid her hand down into Anita's.

"I'm ok." Anita said locking eyes with her.

Anita's breath caught in her throat but before either of them could make a move, they got to Nicole's floor.

Holding hands, the girls stepped out and walked to the huge suite Nicole was staying in. Nicole opened the door and they stepped in with Nicole turning on a dim light.

"Ok, there is no turning back after this." Nicole warned her.

"I don't want to turn back." Anita said in a calm voice but her heart racing.

Nicole faced her sliding her arms around Anita's waist. Anita in turn reached up just a bit to put her arms around Nicole's neck. Their breathing was hallow and it was silent as they slowly stepped closer. Their thighs met first, followed by their bellies and their chests. Nicole tilted her head a bit and very lightly brushed Anita's lips.

She pulled back to check if Anita was doing ok. Anita tightened her grip on Nicole so Nicole leaned in and firmly pressed her lips to Anita's. Anita moaned softly with pleasure as they kissed. She slowly let her lips part under Nicole's and Nicole's tongue peeked out teasing Anita's mouth.

Gripping her even tighter, Anita met Nicole's tongue eagerly and the kiss deepened between the two women. Nicole slid her hand down to Anita's ass. She had a bubble shaped ass and Nicole wanted it badly. Anita in turn slowly, and a bit shyly, began to feel up Nicole's full tits.

"Let's go to the bedroom." Nicole gasped breaking the kiss.

Holding hands again, the girls made their way back into the bedroom. Nicole closing the door to the bedroom behind them and pulling Anita to bed.

"I wanna have sex with you." Nicole said bluntly.

Anita hesitated then kissed her slowly. 

"I wanna have sex with you too." She whispered into Nicole's ear.

Nicole slid her hands down Anita's side gripping the hem of her shirt. She slowly slid Anita's shirt up her body, Anita raising her arms to help Nicole. Nicole leaned in kissing the fluffy flesh the bra pushed up. Anita groaned panting a bit.

"Mmm honey wait." Nicole said kissing the hallow of Anita's throat as her hands slid down, undoing Anita's jeans. 

Nicole knelt down sliding them off of Anita's hips, revealing her red lace boy shorts. Anita stepped out of her ballet flats and out of her jeans as Nicole gently traced the lines of the boy shorts near her womanhood.

Nicole could smell the juice coming from between Anita's legs.

"I wanna eat you, get onto the bed."

Anita crawled into the king sized bed and lay against the pillows. Her legs up and open. Nicole climbed up and reached over gently and slowly peeling Anita's panties from her body exposing Anita's wet, pink, hairless mound.

"Fuck." Anita whispered.

"No just yet." Nicole answered with a grin lifting Anita's right leg to slip the panties off.

Nicole held them up to her face sucking on the wet crotch her eyes locked on Anita's. Then she tossed them aside and lay belly down looking at the pretty wetness in front of her face.

Slowly, almost as if she wanted to torture Anita, Nicole moved in and placed a butterfly light kiss on her slit.

"FUCK IT NICOLE I WANT YOU TO EAT ME!" Anita cried out. She had never been so horny before.

Nicole giggled softly but obeyed moving in but stopped right before.

"What the fuck?" Anita asked panting.

"I want a sweet taste of your ass first." Nicole shrugged.

Anita looked at her for a minute about to cry but slowly turned onto her stomach exposing her ass.

"Damn baby, you idol J-Lo much?" Nicole asked stroking the pale flesh of Anita's bare ass.

"I have Latin blood in me, all the weight I gain goes straight to the ass." Anita said over her shoulder.

Nicole gently peeled apart the ass cheeks revealing Anita's pink puckered hole. Nicole hacked back a bit and spit on it before suddenly darting her tongue out right to the center of the hole.

"NICOLE FUCK!" Anita cried with a jerk.

Nicole wrapped her arms around Anita's thighs laying on her legs and buried her face into Anita's ass. She circled the hole lightly with her tongue then opened her mouth sucking hard against the hole.

Anita tried to buck against her face but Nicole's hold was too tight on her. Nicole moaned as she open mouth sucked on Anita's ass hole. She licked lower, almost to her slit then back up and around the hole slipping her tongue in.

Anita clutched the pillows hissing out her pussy on fire as Nicole raiding her ass. Finally Nicole flipped Anita back onto her back and pushed her legs up. Anita reached down grabbing at Nicole's long hair. She watched Nicole and began to put strands of Nicole's hair into her pussy, wetting the hair with her juice.

Nicole slid her hands along Anita's thighs opening her up and lowered her mouth to Anita's ragging center.

"Uh Nicole!" Anita gasped holding onto Nicole's head, raising her hips trying to get more of her.

Nicole held her hips and licked along Anita's wet slit. Her tongue tip teased Anita's clit. Anita's arms fell back above her head gripping the headboard. Her body twisted with pleasure as moans of passion erupted from her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut pressing her body close to Nicole's teasing mouth.

Nicole glanced up at her, circling Anita's clit with her tongue. With a low growl, Nicole bit gently down on the hard clit tugging on it. Anita arched her back muttering, begging Nicole to make her cum.

"That's it baby mmmm it's so good isn't it? Your sweet little pussy tastes so good." Nicole cooed to her tracing the wet slit.

Anita's body felt is if it were on fire, one hand held the beds headboard the other slid down to the back of Nicole's head.

"I love how this feels Nicole. It's so fuckin amazing!" Anita moaned.

"It's all gonna get so much better." Nicole whispered as she slowly slid her third finger into Anita's pussy hole.

"Fuck!" Anita cried out as Nicole began to penetrate her pussy with her finger and continued to assault her clit with her mouth and teeth.

Nicole stroked the inner walls of Anita's cunt feeling her close to her climax. She pushed her middle finger in all the way pressing Anita's G-spot.

"NICOLE OH FUCK NICOLE I'M CUMMING!" Anita cried out pushing down against Nicole's finger and she came shuddering.

Nicole lapped at Anita's cunt drinking the sweet honey.

Anita lay still panting. Nicole gave her quivering clit one more kiss and kissed up her belly, kissing her bra covered tits, her neck and finally her lips. Anita moaned holding Nicole on top of her as they gently kissed just relaxing.

"Do you want to do more?" Nicole asked softly.

"Mmm, yes I wanna continue having sex the rest of the night." Anita answered.

Nicole grinned and removed Anita's bra and then her own dress and panties. Both girls naked now, Nicole lay in Anita's arms waiting for her to come down from the orgasm.

Nicole turned her head taking Anita's small nipple into her mouth gently sucking on her breasts. Anita moaned softly cradling Nicole like a baby to her.

"I wanna suck on your tits." Anita whispered.

Nicole rolled onto her back and opened her arms to cradle Anita in them. Anita moved between Nicole's slim legs and lay in her arms. She reached for her right tit guiding it to her mouth.

"Here baby, let me help you." Nicole cooed taking her tit and placing it into Anita's mouth.

Anita let out a little happy moan and settled sucking. Nicole began to massage the breast that was in Anita's mouth and squirted a warm, sweet stream of milk into her mouth.

Anita squealed out and looked up at Nicole.

"Shh baby, let mama feed you." Nicole whispered kissing Anita's forehead.

Moaning Anita began to suck on the tit, drinking the milk from her. Nicole let out moans of pleasure stroking Anita's sweet small tits. She shifted Anita to her left side and again Anita drank from her until Nicole was out of milk.

Anita lay on her belly over Nicole and they kissed. Nicole's tongue sought out some left over sweet milk from Anita's mouth and holding her face they began to tongue gently.

"Hey, I'll be right back" Anita whispered.

Nicole sat up a bit as Anita stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"I have to pee like a mother." Anita said.

Nicole grabbed Anita. Anita looked at her confused watching Nicole smirk.

"Pee here." Nicole said.

Anita rose her eyebrow.

"Pee here?"

"Yeah. Pee in my mouth. You got something sweet to drink, it's my turn. I wanna taste your sweet piss." Nicole said using her finger to circle Anita's throbbing clit.

"Ok, how do we do this?"

Nicole lay down at the side of the bed, half off of it and pulled Anita's hips.

"Straddle my face standing and squat."

Anita moved to where Nicole instructed she leaned forward to hold the mattress behind Nicole's head and squatted over her face.

"Now pee." Nicole whispered.

Anita shuddered a bit feeling Nicole's breath on her sweet center. She began to relax and slowly pee trickled out from her.

Nicole opened her mouth wide and the warm, pale yellow pee flowed into her mouth. Nicole filled her mouth before swallowing and kept repeating it as Anita pissed. The pee was slightly sweet and Nicole was loving it.

The trickle of pee started to slow, Nicole reached up bouncing Anita to get every last drop out before Nicole pulled Anita roughly down to her licking her dirty cunt to clean her up. Anita began moaning loudly again, rocking her hips on Nicole's face. 

When Nicole had cleaned her up and sensing Anita was about to cum again she pulled away.

"Nicole!" Anita cried out looking down to see what happened.

"Get back onto the center of the bed."

Scrambling up horny, Anita got back to where Nicole wanted.

"It's time." Nicole whispered crawling on top of Anita.

Slowly, with their eyes locked, Nicole lowered her body to Anita's. 

"Ooohh mmm Nicole." Anita moaned as their clit's met. Her arms wrapped tightly around Nicole's body.

Nicole crushed her lips against Anita's as they began to hump. Anita's hands slid down to Nicole's ass, grinding her closer. Their slick cunt's rubbing, clits grinding.

"Oh baby this is so good." Nicole whispered placing love bites on Anita's neck.

Anita let out a little whimper. She wanted more, she needed more. She lifted her legs around Nicole's, pulling her legs open a bit more and began to fuck Nicole's mouth with her tongue as they pussy fucked.

"I'm gonna cum." Nicole whispered humping her harder.

Anita threw back her head and arched, gripping Nicole's ass as they bounced on the bed having one of the hottest fucks of their lives.

"BABY I'M CUMMING!" Nicole screamed as pressed down.

Anita groaned holding Nicole tightly feeling Nicole's cum slip into her slit. Anita began to cum herself.

"I want more." Anita said right away as they finished their orgasm. "I wanna get inside you." She murmured against Nicole's lips.

Nicole reached into the drawer and drew out a double headed dildo. She spit on one end lubing it up then began to rub it in her pussy. Nicole groaned as she began to slid the thick fake cock into her hole. Anita watched her until it was half way inside of her.

"Ready?" Nicole asked.

"Yeah, but can I please be on top?" Anita asked moving over her.

Nicole lay on her back and held the dildo for Anita to sit on. Anita squatted and began to lower herself down onto the dildo. Anita groaned as her walls were stretched. She bounced to get it in her pushing it deeper and deeper inside. Finally, Anita sat on top of Nicole, the fake dick all the way in both of them.

Anita began to rock slowly pushing into Nicole who raised up to push it back into her. Anita began to bounce and moan. Having sex with Nicole was the best sex she'd ever had in her entire life.

"This is so hot." Nicole gasped squeezing Anita's thighs.

"I've never had such great sex before Nicole. You are the best fuck I have EVER had." Anita shivered and bounced harder.

"Come on baby, make us cum." Nicole whispered.

Anita pushed her hips forward slamming against Nicole and they began to fuck hard no longer holding back. Anita felt her breasts bouncing and reached out squeezing Nicole's. Leaning down she sucked as they fucked. More milk had formed and Anita drank from her roughly as they slammed their cock filled cunts against each other.

"FUCK BABY OH FUCK! BOUNCE ON ME! HARDER BABY FUCK ME UP!" Nicole screamed.

Anita fucked Nicole as hard as she could both girls shaking nearing the most intense orgasm of their lives.

Nicole sat up gripping Anita, the bed bouncing hard against the wall their mouths open as they panted.

Nicole went stiff as her orgasm began to wash over her. Thrashing under Anita, Nicole gripped her and bounced up thrusting the dildo against herself as she began to cum. Anita groaned and hotly kissed Nicole opened mouthed and let her self start to orgasm.

Anita collapsed against Nicole breathing hard. Their small bodies covered with sweat as they held each other coming down from their high.

"Do you want to spend the night?" Nicole asked her when she had caught her breath again.

Anita nodded. She was too worn out to leave the soft bed and she wasn't ready to leave Nicole.

Nicole hesitated then asked.

"What is your name by the way?" She blushed.

Anita burst out laughing.

"I'm Anita." She answered once she stopped laughing.

Nicole smiled and kissed her gently.

"Pleasure meeting you." She said softly.

"Same to you." Anita whispered.

Holding each other close, they kissed softly until they fell asleep.

Possible to be continued.... 



I Kissed a Girl



It started with a phone call out of the blue. It was Annaliese.

"I want to ask you a favour, but I'm not really sure how to go about it."

"You know you can ask me anything, I wont' judge." I replied.

"Yeah, I'm just not sure... well... you know how we played that kissing game the other week? Spin the bottle?" She asked.

I started to feel a premonitory tingle. "Yeah?"

"Well ever since then I've been..." She trailed off.

"Ahhh," I replied knowingly. "You've been wondering about girls?"

"Well yeah, and since I know you're experienced in this kind of thing, well, I was wondering if you'd help me out?"

"Sure," I answered after a brief pause. "When would you like to? Your place or mine?" She laughed.

"I guess your place makes more sense, um... is tonight too soon?"

"No, that should be okay, I guess I'll see you soon?" I replied.

"Yep, be there shortly."

While I was waiting, I had a talk to my boyfriend. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked worriedly.

"You know I am Angel, it's really not a problem. I know a girl can give you something I can't." He said, smiling at me.

Suddenly there was a knocking at the door, and I jumped, flashing my boyfriend a concerned look. "Its okay, really." He said, reassuringly. I opened the door, to see Analiese standing there in her track pants and a big sweater, smiling nervously. "Come in," I said stepping forward to give her a hug. "I guess we should head to my room?" I queried. Analiese nodded. "I guess so."

I led her to my room, and closed the door behind us. "Have a seat," I suggested gesturing to the bed. I moved around to the other side and sat next to her. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to, so feel free to say if you feel uncomfortable. How far do you want to go?"

She shrugged as she removed her sweater. "I'm not really sure. Can we just start with kissing and see how we go?"

"That's fine," I said, pausing to admire the black boob tube she had on, she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. "Are you ready?"

Analiese smiled nervously. "I am."

Incredibly, as I looked into her eyes my breath halted, stuck in my throat. I know that sounds really lame, but I hadn't really noticed before quite how beautiful she was, with her long curly dark hair and big brown eyes. And she was so petite, like a doll, but with an actual ass. I felt my nipples go very very hard, and I leaned in to kiss her.

I felt her breath whisper against my lips just before she pressed her mouth to mine. Her tongue was soft as it slipped inside, and I slid my hand into her hair, pulling her closer. Our kiss became deeper and deeper, and soon I was crushing her mouth against mine. Her hands were holding my face close, and she was whimpering into my mouth.

I eased back gently, feeling my lips cling to hers, and our mingled saliva moistening the air between us.

"Is this what you had in mind?" I murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Analiese sighed contentedly. "Yeah, it is." She replied. "Do you want to take it further?" I asked, surreptitiously crossing my fingers that she would say yes.

"I'm not really sure," she said, pulling back. "I think that might be enough for now."

"Oh," I said, disappointed. "Well, maybe just another small kiss?" I asked, hopefully.

Analiese leaned toward me, tilting her head for a kiss. Once again we were swept away in the moment. I ran my hand down her face, following it with my mouth, and gently suckled on her earlobe. Her gasp gave me goosebumps, and as I ran my tongue down her neck I could hear her breathing escalate exponentially. When I started nibbling on her neck, the breathing grew heavier still, interrupted by whimpers that got louder by the moment.

I started stroking her throat and upper chest with my fingers, getting closer to her boob tube each time. I could feel her getting more relaxed by the moment, despite the almost tangible sexual excitement throbbing in her.

I moved my hand onto her breast, stroking her through her clothing. Analiese inhaled sharply, her nipples hardening instantly. My pussy was so wet I could feel a drip of my juices slowly winding its way down my leg. I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to suck on her nipples, so I pulled her boob tube down and set to work enjoying her small but firm breasts and small pink nipples. Analiese cried out with pleasure, and lifted her hips up off the bed, ineffectually trying to grind against me. I obliged her, rubbing her pussy through her pants as I continued to nibble, suck and lick her breasts all over.

Soon she was pressing forcefully against my hand, and I pushed back. She was grinding against me so hard I was worried about hurting her. Taking the hint, I slid my hand inside her pants. As I ran my hand down her stomach towards her mound I noted that her pubic hair was trimmed but not absent, which was definitely my preference, as was the delightful lack of panties.

I slid my fingers between her engorged pussy lips, reveling in the slippery wetness as I explored her smooth warm folds. I teased her unmercifully, stroking everywhere I could reach except her clit. I figured that when I did she'd probably orgasm quickly if her reactions were anything to go by. Wishing I had a strap-on handy, I slowly slid two fingers inside her pussy, feeling the tight wet warmth envelop me.

Analiese arched her back, squeezing her pussy tight around my fingers. I winced, waiting for the pressure to ease before slipping out of her pussy slightly, and thrusting back in.

"Stop," Analiese protested. I slid my fingers out, confused. "Just let me take my pants off," She muttered, "Then it'll be easier."

"Excellent," I smirked. I watched admiringly as she got off the bed and slipped her pants off, followed quickly by her boob tube. She really did have a fantastic body. Pert smallish breasts with pink nipples, a very slight curve to her stomach, and flaring hips leading to a nicely round bum. Her arms were long and slender, as were her legs, although slightly curvier. She was very petite, barely reaching my chin, with a delicate face and hands. She had big brown eyes, and pouty lips, with long dark curly hair. Beautiful.

I held my hand out invitingly, and she took it, lying down on the bed beside me.

Laying my hand on her cheek, I rubbed my thumb across her sweet lips, following it quickly with my mouth. I really did find her too tempting to resist. Wrapping her lithe arms around my neck, Analiese pressed her body up against mine as I plundered her delicious mouth with my own. I could feel her pert breasts rubbing against mine, and when she slid her leg up against my thigh I almost spontaneously combusted.

I kissed her harder, suddenly feeling like the seduced rather than the seducer, and filled my hands with her perfect breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, and was rewarded with a gasp into my mouth. I tweaked them a little, and impossibly, they got even harder. Bending my head down I suckled her nipples again, kneading her small breasts, and then rubbing my face between them.

Keeping my hands where they were, I kissed my way down her stomach, pausing to huff gently into her belly button. She giggled and wriggled a little beneath me, and I felt her pussy rubbing against my chest. Getting impatient now, I buried my face in her pubic hair and slid my arms down to hold her legs apart. I could smell her muskiness as I breathed in, and waves of heat were radiating from her skin.

"Please?" She whispered, so I obliged, separating her slippery pussy lips and licking from as far down as I could reach right up to her pubic hair. I gently sucked her cunt lips into my mouth, then swirled the tip of my tongue around her swollen clit. I started slowly at first, then got faster and faster. Suddenly her legs clamped around my ears, and I felt her hands tangled in my long hair, grinding my face into her pussy.

I filled my mouth with as much of her as I could manage, sucking, licking, and biting. I could hear her moans getting louder, so I knew she was probably close to cumming. I slid my fingers inside her, and started flicking her clit with my tongue, trying to keep my thrusting and flicking in time. I was rewarded almost instantly, as I felt a gush of pulsing warmth around my fingers, and pussy juices running into my mouth.

Analiese still had her legs tight around my head, and was grinding against my mouth frantically as she came, whimpering and keening in ecstasy. I swallowed as much of her cum as I could, although I had little chance to savour the taste at first. Eventually as her body relaxed around me, I carefully and softly licked her pussy clean, feeling her shiver as I touched sensitive spots. After a few minutes, Analiese pulled me up so that we were eye to eye, and kissed me soundly. "Your turn?" She asked coyly. 



I Kissed a Girl (and I Liked It)



Author's Note: This story is inspired by Katy Perry and her music. It contains lesbian content. 

*

The sun beat down hard on Katy's long blonde hair. Her pale breasts heaved with irritation. She had been at the flea market for hours trying to find the perfect outfit for the party later that night. Although frustrated, her lithe body moved gracefully from stall to stall.

"Explain to me why we're out here in the middle of no where instead of an air conditioned mall again," her best friend, Meg, complained.

"Because the stores in the malls never have the look I want. Plus this is much cheaper and more consumer friendly," Katy replied.

"Not if the consumers melt before they buy anything." She paused, digging through a dusty bin while an old man gave her a toothy grin. "Look, I have my outfit. It took me maybe 30 minutes to put it together. And now I'm going to be all hot and sweaty when I get home. We're going to be late."

"We have time. Geez, if you could be more helpful and less hindersome this would go so much faster."

Just then her eyes caught a glimpse of bright yellow and red fabric from the little place set up across the path. Two dresses hung amongst various worn leather jackets and outdated blouses. Katy took them down from the bar that they were hanging from. The yellow dress had a plain neckline and regular spaghetti straps but it was studded with stars that glittered in the sun. The hem of the dress would hit high on her upper legs. The material was light and seemed to bounce as it moved through the air. On the other hand, the red dress was more elastic and tight-fitted but flared at the skirt. It was a halter top with a black fake collar giving it a naughty secretary look. The V-neckline would give ample amounts of cleavage and the slit up the side would flash additional amounts of skin to whoever would look.

"Now that is hot!" Meg exclaimed. "Girl you're gonna make the boys drool tonight."

"You don't think they're too much?"

"With your legs? Fuck no."

There was one problem. "Which one should I get? Sweet and innocent yellow" she said, pouting, "or smokin' red" She tried making an aggressive face and failed.

Meg couldn't help but laugh, "Even if you were innocent, with those dresses you wouldn't be any longer. But I vote yellow. You blondes gotta flaunt it."

Katy was still undecided. The red dress felt so soft, so perfect. "Screw it I'm getting both. There's another party next week right?"

Summer had just started in Santa Barbara. As was tradition Katy and her group of friends threw a party every Saturday night. Each week a different house. By the end of the summer each friend had been a host and no one's house was completely trashed.

Tonight's party was at Katy's friend, Jeb's house. As she got ready in her room, Katy thought about her boyfriend Daniel. They had been on and off and on and off for months. It seemed like they were always arguing but somehow they ended up together again. She had always been tried and true. He on the other hand seemed so bipolar about his feelings for her. She always had to look hot for him or he wouldn't take her out and if other guys looked at her she was yelled out for appearing too slutty.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Katy assessed herself one final time in the mirror. She added a bright green sash to the waist of her yellow dress and had dozens of gold bangles on her wrists that jingled when she moved.

"Babe?"

Daniel had let himself in with his key. "Coming!" she called as she rushed down the stairs to the front door. They hopped into his silver convertible and began to drive to Jeb's house. Blocks from the party Daniel pulled over on the side of the road.

"Katy, we need to talk."

"What is it now?" she said, annoyed.

"Well, you don't have to be such a bitch about it. You know sometimes I don't even know why I'm still with you."

What? she thought Where did this come from? 

"What is up with you? Can't we just go to the party?"

"Why? So you can go show off your tits to other guys?" he accused.

"Well if that's the problem..." Katy went for a jacket she brought to cover herself up a bit.

"Oh right." Daniel looked disgusted. "Other guys get to look at you but I can't? How is that fair? You know what, get out."

"What?!"

"Get the hell out of my car!" Katy grabbed her things and jumped out. She had barely closed the door when he sped off in the direction of the party. It was then that she realized tears were streaming down her face. She was miles from home. Shattered and cold she began to walk to the party. Meg would be there.

By the time she got there the music was blasting and the booze was flowing. I need a drink.  She headed over to the kitchen where she ran into Meg. She was in skin tight pants and a glittery purple tube top. Her curly red hair cascaded down her back.

"Katy! Omigawd! You're a mess! What happened?!"

"Beer. My hand. Now." She gave Meg a brief explanation of what happened in a quieter corner of the house. Meg had brought her a beer and a small box of tissues.

"That jerk! You know he just did that so he could screw around with some other girl tonight. You stay here. I'm gonna track him down and rip his balls off."

But Katy didn't stay. She went back to the kitchen, bought a six-pack, and then headed to a bench seat near the stereo.

Four beers later she was in a much better mood. The alcoholic buzz radiating through her. Then the crowd seemed to part. Moments felt like hours as Katy caught sight of her. She was captivating. Opaque black tights went from the tops of her thighs down to high leather boots. She wore a dark red pleated skirt that flipped as she moved with the beat. A tight black jacket with a white faux-fur hood hugged her slim form. Her golden hair was in a funky blonde looking updo. Her face was impish. Black eyeliner framed dark brown eyes that sparkled with joy above ruby red lips. Around her neck she wore a simple silver crucifix.

Katy shook her head when she realized she was staring. Then she realized that the girl was staring back. Embarrassed, Katy looked away, counted to ten, and then glanced back. The girl was gone, like she disappeared into nothing. Did I seem that creepy?  she thought, opening another beer. She closed her eyes to savor the memory of her. The length of her legs. The curve of her breasts. She sighed.

"Am I interrupting?" a velvet voice cut smoothly into her thoughts. It was her!

"N-n-no. I'm just...thinking," Katy stuttered in response.

"Oh." Awkward silence. " 'Bout what?"

"Um..." Katy hesitated, "you actually."

"Really?" she looked excited. "Wow. I'm flattered. I was...I was thinking about you too." She smiled. The flashing party lights reflected of her cherry red lip gloss. Katy was breathless. She's so beautiful. 

"Uh...thanks. Wanna beer? I got extra," she said, motioning to the last one.

"Sure. Seems like you're really knocking them back. Anything wrong?" Katy's eyes watered slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think."

"No, it's okay. My boyfriend pretty much dumped me on the way to this party."

"That's horrible. Here." Before Katy could do anything, the girl had her in a tight embrace. She felt her heart leap to her chest. Her ears were throbbing. She'd been hugged by other friends but none of them had felt so...right. She could feel their breasts pressing against each other and slowly moved her hands to the girl's lower back. Warm breath moved lightly past her ear. The sweet scent of the girl's hair filled her senses as Katy tightened her embrace, letting herself get lost in this stranger.

When it did end, Katy felt giddy. She felt more confident in herself. This girl intrigued her. Everything about her was a mystery, yet Katy felt like she had wanted someone like this forever. With all inhibitions and discretion aside, they began to chat freely. Occasionally, the girl would casually rest her delicate hand on Katy's thigh. In response, Katy would flash a brilliant smile and brush the girl's hair from her eyes.

"You wanna dance?" the girl asked.

"Isn't that what parties are for?" Katy responded, grinning.

Hand in hand they moved to the center of the room and began to move to the rhythm. They swayed their hips. They shook their shoulders. Next thing she knew, Katy had her arms around the girl's shoulders grinding her hips into the girl's leg. In the back of her mind, she could feel the stares and hear the whistling of the other guys, but neither she nor her partner took any notice. They were so focused on each other and the sensations created by their bodies moving as one.

Katy was caught by the sweat smell of her sweat. As she danced, her eyes were locked on the shine and fullness of the other girl's lips. She was in a trance. She needed more. Slowly she leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against the girl's soft mouth. What am I doing?!  Thoughts raced through Katy's head. She felt frozen in place as the girl responded. She could feel hands tangled up in her long blonde hair. Cherries, was all she could think, her tongue parting her lips and entered new forbidden territory. Her nimble fingers slid up and down the girl's back. Tongues slipped past one another. Lips pressed and moved. This is so wrong, Katy thought, but she didn't want to stop. She couldn't. She could do this for the rest of her life. Nothing could ruin that moment.

"KATY!!!" Daniel's harsh voice cut through the crowd. The girl broke off and disappeared into a camouflage of faces. "Katy, where are you?!" Meg came elbowing through.

"Daniel has officially been blacklisted at these parties. He won't be hooking up with anyone anytime soon. He's all yours. Go get him girl." She pushed Katy in Daniel's direction.

When he finally caught sight of her his hard face softened. He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the front door.

"You ready to blow this joint, babe?" Without waiting for a response, Daniel swept Katy outside to his car. They rode in silence. Katy watched streetlamps pass while trying to appear calm. Inside her thoughts of the girl and Daniel were battling for control.

Did he see? Will he be pissed later tonight? He dumped me, right? We were both free to do as we pleased. He probably loves the idea of two girls together. Every guy likes the idea of...lesbians. God, am I a LESBIAN!? I like boys. I've always liked boys. They're rugged. They're manly. Oh, but girls are so sweet. They understand. No, I'm not a lesbian. I was drinking. It was warm. She touched my leg, right? But I...I kissed her. I made the first big move. I'm not in LOVE. This is so wrong. But why did it feel so right. She tastes like sweet cherries. So soft. So...fresh. No. Stop. This isn't how I should be behaving. I'm a good girl. I follow standards. I should never have...experimented...with...

"Holy shit."

"What, babe?" Daniel looked confused.

"What? Oh, it's nothing. Who's place are we going to tonight?"

"Uhhh...mine I guess."

"Alright," she said. I can't believe I don't know her name. It must have come up.  Katy realized that because she thought of the girl as a mystery she'd been treating her as an anonymous stranger and hadn't bothered to get a name. If she had heard the girl's name, the information hadn't registered at the time. Does she know my name? Does she think tonight was a mistake? WAS it a mistake? 

The thoughts continued until Katy realized that she was in Daniel's room. He had just closed the door and was moving slowly toward the bed.

"I'm sorry about earlier tonight," he began, "I don't know what came over me. Here sit down. Let me make it up to you. You look really hot tonight."

Katy's mind was elsewhere. She went through the motions as usual. She laid back. He took her clothes off and began playing with her supple breasts. She realized how little Daniel really knew about a woman's body and how rough his hands felt. As Katy waited for Daniel to be done, she stared out the window at the stars beyond. The sparkle reminded her of the girl's lips. She pleaded to her, hoping she could hear her beyond the apartment walls. Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you. What would you do if you were the one who was spending the night? Oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes. Daniel pulled her in for a kiss and all Katy could taste was the cherry lips of her. Daniel pulled her closer and Katy could hardly bear it. You're the best and yes I do regret. How could I let myself let you go? Oh won't you walk through and bust the door and take me away...No more mistakes, cause in your eyes I'd like to stay. 

And on with the humping. Was Daniel always this...erratic? Daniel seemed frantic to get off. Katy did her best to get him off quickly. Maybe then he'd leave her alone for the night. She didn't have to wait long. Some groans and moans later, she faked yet another orgasm as he came. Later, came the snoring. Katy was wide awake. She cleaned herself up then walked home. Normally walking would be an annoyance, but it was a nice summer night. The moon would be full next week and the streetlamps glowed under a starlit sky.

I can't go on like this. Daniel isn't...right. He always introduced me as his 'friend'. I need to stop following for these bad boy types. They're such a challenge. So tired of cleaning up after him. I need to grow up. I think I'm ready to be a woman. She walked on through the night. On a whim she took a detour through a park that was close to her place. She sat on the swings and though of the other girl for the thousandth time that night. You were such a surprise. An unexpected gift. I'm not really used to all that attention. I don't really deserve someone like that, do I? This is just a phase...right? Could I get used to being loved the right way? 

Eventually her feet found her front door. The sun was rising. And Katy finally knew what she had to do.

~*~*~*~*~

"You're WHAT?!"

"I'm breaking up with you, Daniel." Katy's voice remained calm and clear. She was sitting at a café eating a croissant and a drinking a latte. It was almost 11 o'clock in the morning and she had just given Daniel the good news.

"That isn't how this works," he was furious. "I break up with you, bitch. I'm the man here."

Katy sipped her latte. "Whatever. Either way it's over. Tell your friends what you want them to hear."

"Fine! But don't come crawling back to me like the slut you are!" And with that Daniel stormed out of the café. Fellow customers looked over at Katy with concern. She simply flashed them a brilliant smile and was even bold enough to wink at a young businessman. She was free.

She nearly skipped down the sidewalk. She couldn't believe how liberated it felt to be single again. A new energy had taken over and she found herself in a trendy hair salon.

"Make me a brunette," She declared to the woman behind the counter.

"What's the occasion?" the woman asked smiling, she could feel the energy from Katy radiating outwards.

"Just broke up with my boyfriend." Katy couldn't help but grinning.

"Oh, honey, no." The woman looked worried. "Are you sure? All sorts of hair decisions are based on relationships..."

"Yes I'm sure. I've never felt so sure." As soon as the words left her mouth she knew one thing would make this perfect. She needed the blonde girl from the party.

~*~*~*~*~

"Thank you guys so much for helping." Katy meant it too. She had to make some quick calls to her closest friends and pull some quick favors to get the party location changed. Her place was ready.

"Hey, it's no problem. Your place is closer to everyone else anyway. Love the new hair by the way."

Katy had completely changed. Her long blonde hair had been cut down to just below her shoulders. She had hard bands right across her forehead. And the color was fantastic. A dark brunette. In different light it looked nearly black, but one thing was certain: Katy's light eyes and pale skin glowed.

And of course she knew exactly what to wear. The red dress from before cinched at the waist with a black belt. She held no qualms about being too sexy. Tonight she was a new woman. A confident woman. A woman who planned on seducing the most beautiful thing she had ever set eyes on.

A few hours later the party was in full swing. Katy had been spending the time trying to find out the identity of the mystery girl. Frustrated, she decided to give it a break, go outside to get some fresh air and maybe watch the stars. Around her people rocked to the music. She moved through them and grasped the handle to the front door. And there she was.

She was as perfect as the first time they met. Wearing a black corset dress that hugged her body, she stood stock still, framed by the doorway. On her legs were heavy-soled calf-length boots over a tight fishnet thigh-high. On her arms was a similar fishnet that she wore like an opera gloves except the hands were missing. Around her perfect neck was a black velvet choker. Her lips were the same ruby red. Her golden hair in a fashion-forward updo.

Katy made a B-line to the bathroom to make sure she was looking as fabulous as possible. The butterflies in her stomach were going wild with anticipation but she felt assured of herself. She returned to the party to find her girl. She was searching through the living room when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. A brush of warm breath swept across her ear.

"I've got something special for you." 

Katy turned and melted into the blonde's chocolate eyes. She held her hand out to the mysterious girl and made a motion that she'd follow. The girl took her hand, grabbed a couple of cups, dunked them in the ice box, and led her out to a vintage red Mustang. It was a clear sky the stars sparkled like gems in the dark blue velvet sky. With a nice rap on the trunk, she revealed a paper bag with vodka, grenadine, and sour mix. She opened each bottle and Katy could hear the seal break. The girl mixed two drinks like an expert.

"Cherry Vodka Sour. Cheers to a new beginning."

Katy smiled and toasted. The glow of the moon reflected off the golden hair. The muted noise from the party couldn't compare with the pounding of her heart. The Sour tasted delicious but Katy was drinking in the sight before her. "Yummy..." she murmured, with a secret sigh.

"So...who are you?" Katy finally asked.

With a wide grin the girl responded, "Would you like to find out?"

"Of course." Katy leaned in to kiss the girl's soft lip. The kiss was electric. Shockwaves ran from her lips to her toes and then back up her long legs to her clit. This is where I belong, she thought. She wanted this girl; she needed her. "We need to go now," she said, with urgency in her voice. Giggling they went hand in hand back into her house. They quickly went upstairs, leaving partygoers in intrigue.

Katy led the girl into her bedroom, their tongues playing together as she pressed the girl's back against the wall near her dresser. Katy's fingers fumbled hopelessly with the corset of the girl's dress. They broke a part. Katy removed her shoes and swept her dress over her head as fast as she could muster. She unclasped her bra and slid her panties to the floor. When she looked up the girl had just finished taking off her boots and was starting to slide her stockings down her pale white thighs. Katy knelt on the floor and tentatively aided in rolling the stockings down. The girl lifted Katy by her chin so they were standing as naked twin souls in the peace of Katy's bedroom.

Katy moaned as they kissed, rubbing her sex along her new lover's naked thigh. The girl soon broke the kiss and traveled down to Katy's neck, planting kisses along the way. The kisses continued down the swell of Katy's breasts until the course diverted so that a nipple might be given some attention. The girl kissed the taught pink nipple while caressing and fondling Katy's breasts like they were brand new toys. Katy gasped and ran her fingers through her lover's hair. The girl only lingered for a few seconds, however, before her journey again took her south, her lips lightly grazing along Katy's flat tummy, causing Katy to giggle as her stomach muscles tightened up.




I Kissed a Girl (and I Liked It)



This time Katy lifted her lover's head and led her slowly to the bed. They fell upon each other like graceful wolves on a winter's night. They caressed every curve and couldn't take their lips off of each other. Katy was getting goose bumps from the soft fingers on her body. The girl moved down Katy's warm body and eventually reached her ever ready sex. Katy made a motion for the girl to shift positions slightly. Katy adjusted her body on the bed as the girl turned around and straddled Katy's face.

Unable to hold back any longer, Katy needed to taste her, and she grabbed the girl's hips and pulled herself in. She was surprised by how wet this girl was, and being so close to a girl in this state was completely new to her. All her reservations were lost, however, when the sweet smell of the girl's lust hit her nostrils, unhindered by clothing. It was completely intoxicating, and Katy felt the tingling in her pussy grow as the girl lightly caressed her thighs. The girl's tongue snaked out and slowly licked along Katy's slit. Juices bathed her tongue and in such volume that they dripped down her chin. Katy followed suit and she continued to lick more urgently, as the heat between them was rising. Katy marveled at how the girl's cum tasted like ambrosia, and how her pussy warmed her tongue. 

The sensation was incredible, and Katy was having a hard time not crushing the girl's face, the source of all her pleasure, into her pussy. Katy was overcome with the need to give as much pleasure as she was receiving, and any reservations she may have had were gone as she made love to the girl's sex. Her tongue slid around the girl's dripping slit, and with increasing frequency she twirled it around a highly sensitive clit. The girl followed suit and began her own assault on Katy's clit. Katy started thrashing her head around. The girl gently squeezed Katy's ass to try to keep her still. Katy's whole body quaked and her back arched as waves of passion gushed through her lithe frame. As the orgasm tore through her, every muscle in her body tensed. 

The girl slowly closed the distance to Katy's gorgeous tits, and without even missing a beat wrapped her arms around Katy's waist and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Katy moaned and pulled the girl back up to face her. Pulling the girl into her arms, Katy slid her tongue up the girl's neck, tasting the sweetness of her sweat. She moaned deep in her throat and licked the girl's lips before finally kissing her, the taste of cherries Katy wild.

She tore away from the girl and dove back towards her damp sex. She let herself get carried away, licking up her juices and sucking on her soft folds till her breath came in hard, fractured gasps and her thighs tightened around her head. Katy returned once more to the girl's clitoris, where each touch and each lick made the girl shake beneath her. The girl's pleasure was turning Katy on and she let herself moan in unison, knowing that her mouth vibrating against the girl would feel even better for her than it did for Katy. 

Finally she began to writhe in earnest, her body buckling with ecstasy, and Katy felt the first spasms of her orgasm start to rip through her body. "Fuck! Fuck!" she yelled out as the sensations overwhelmed her, and then she was speechless, only able to gasp and whimper as Katy continued to pleasure her, extending the high as long as she could before the girl shook her off, unable to bear any more, exhausted, knocked out, her body quivering as the after effects of the intense orgasm rippled through her.

Katy eventually pulled away and licked her lips. Coming down from her high, she was pleased to find she didn't regret what she had done. She didn't think she was a lesbian now, or even bisexual, but she knew she loved this girl's pussy. Katy's eyes gleamed with light and she giggled. She never felt so free, and she certainly never felt more alive. Since her orgasm she had started to come back to her senses.

"So what's your name anyway?" Katy asked.

"Misora. And you?" Misora asked, tilting her head.

"Katy," she responded grinning. "Katy Perry."



I Kissed A Girl



"Sure, why not? You've already pretty much seen them all anyway. I may as well let you have a good look at them." she explained.

"Wow... thanks, Mel." I gushed. My heart raced and my cock throbbed in anticipation.

Melanie slid closer to me on her bed. As she moved her dress slipped up her dark thighs, uncovering most of them. I looked down at her silky brown skin, then back up to her chest. Her left knee caressed my thigh and her hands were laying on her exposed thighs. She sat up straight.

"Go ahead." she prodded.

"What?" I asked, still waiting for her to expose her breasts to me.

Melanie sighed, seeming nervous, which I understood. I was too, despite how horny I was.

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to laugh?" she asked.

"Sure. What?"

"For almost a year now I've had this fantasy of you some day just tugging my top down when I was wearing something like this and uncovering my boobs. That you couldn't take my teasing any more and just decided to make me show them to you -- whether I wanted to or not."

"Wow... that's hot," I said "but I would have never dared do something like that."

"But... I want you to, Mark." Her voice was sexy, almost begging.

I hooked my fingers in the thin straps of my sister's dress. Her skin was soft and warm as the backs of my hands grazed over it. I eased the straps of her dress off of her shoulders and looked down as more of her chest was uncovered. Seconds later I could see the curves of her round breasts appearing. My heart sped up as I slid the straps down her arms, feeling her skin on my hands. Now I could see more than half of her full breasts as the front of her dress fell down. I swallowed hard when I saw the edges of her areolas, then her hard nipples. They were a bit smaller than the tip of my finger and darker than I anticipated. The lighter rings surrounding them were larger than I had guessed, judging from how they looked through her wet dress. I stared at my sister's breasts. They stood out from her thin body. Round, firm, and turned slightly upwards, as if her swollen brown nipples were reaching up towards my mouth. I licked my lips as I imagined sucking on them. 

Melanie's breasts looked perfect -- better than I could have imagined or wished for. Her skin was soft and tanned. I ran my eyes over her globes, imagining my hands cupping them, pushing them up so her thick nipples met my mouth -- pushing them together and sliding my cock between them. My mind filled with all sorts of lewd possibilities.

"Do you like them?" she asked, sounding nervous.

"They're perfect." I breathed, still staring.

"Thanks, but they're not." she said.

"I love them," I said "but what makes them even more special is that they're a part of you."

Melanie looked up to me, seeming confused and surprised for a moment, then she smiled. "So, if they were smaller you'd still like them because they're mine?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, they'd still be perfect on anyone, but I love them because I love you." I told her.

I waited for my sister's reply, but when it never came I looked up to her face. Her bottom lip was trembling and her breathing forced. I saw a solitary tear running down her left cheek.

"Shit... what's wrong, Mel? I'm sorry. What did I say?" I spat out.

Melanie shook her head as she ran her hand over her left cheek. "No... nothing's wrong, Mark," she stammered "it's just what you said. You make me feel so... special."

"But, you are." I asserted, clutching her arms.

"Yeah... because I've got big tits." she spat out, sounding cynical.

I sighed and tugged at the straps of my sister's dress. I pulled them up over her shoulders until her chest was covered once more. I drew in a deep breath and collected my thoughts, then held her hands in mine. I could feel her tremble.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"Yes, of course I do." she replied in a shaky voice.

"Do you love me because of the size of my cock?"

"I don't know. No... shit. I've never seen it. Of course not, Mark. How would I know?" she answered, sounding bewildered.

"Well, then why do you think I love you because of your boobs?"

Melanie thought for a moment. "I don't know. Probably because every other guy has been like that."

"Okay. Then I guess I'm just another guy to you." I said, sounding hurt.

"No, Mark, you're not! Jesus. You're different. I know you are." she blurted out. Her wet eyes moved up to my face. Now her red cheeks were wet with tears.

"Then let me prove it to you then, Mel. Please." I begged.

"This is all so new to me." she whispered, sounding confused and frightened.

"Me too. I whispered.

I slid my arms around my sister's shoulders and drew her to me. I held her tight as her hands moved over my back. I could hear her sob and felt her body quake as I held her. I kissed her cheek, then rested my chin on her right shoulder.

"I'm confused." Melanie said.

"Me too," told her "how to deal with this wasn't part of the Birds 'n' the Bees Speech that mom and dad gave me years ago." I told her.

Melanie laughed, which relieved me. "Me either," she said "maybe I should have asked them what to do when I fall in love with my brother."

"Maybe having no rules is a good thing," I reasoned "that way, we can make them up as we go."

"Okay. Rule number one: you have to hug me whenever I tell you to." Melanie said, sounding happier.

"I like that rule," I said "rule number two: you're never allowed to wear a bra."

"Never? Not even when I go out somewhere?" she asked, leaning back to look up at me.

"We'll see -- it depends on where you go." I said, amending my rule.

"It's okay. I like being braless. I wish I could be topless too most of the time," she said "sometimes when I'm up here and I know that you and mom aren't home I take my top off."

"Damn, I wish I knew that." I said.

Melanie laughed. "Well, now you do. Next time you come home before mom, come up and check. Maybe you'll get to see them."

I held my sister tight against me, running my hand up and down her back. I could hear the rain still falling outside.

"Are you up? she asked, sounding tentative.

"Yes... oh, yeah" I told her with a nervous laugh.

"Good," she said "my dress is dry, but I'm still wet."

I leaned back and gave my twin sister a smile.

"So, what are we going to do about this?" she asked.

"About what?" 

"You know... you up... me wet." she said with a shy laugh.

"I don't know if we should do anything about it, Mel," I told her " I mean, mom is home most of the time, so we can't be alone. Besides, I don't know if it would be best for us."

"How do you do it, Mark?" my sister asked, sounding amazed almost amazed.

"Do what?"

"Not let your libido control you." she explained.

"It does sometimes." I admitted.

"Like when?" my sister asked.

"Like when I'm around you." I said with a laugh.

"But you've never given into it. I've been waiting for you to feel by boobs, or do something like that for ages, but you haven't."

"I couldn't -- you're my sister. Why didn't you do something?"

"I see what you mean." Melanie replied, although she still sounded chagrined.

"I guess that's all in the past now though." I remarked.

"How so?" Melanie asked.

"Well, after today," I began "you let me see your boobs and we're cuddling like this. Hell -- I kissed you. Things have changed between us forever."

"Yeah, you're right," Melanie said, sounding encouraged "this is going to sound weird, but I feel like you're more like my boyfriend than my brother."

I thought for a while, letting my sister's words sink in before I spoke. "No, that doesn't sound weird at all." I told her.

"Why not?" she asked, leaning back to look at me.

"Because I love you." I said, then kissed her cheek.

Melanie wiggled free of my embrace and pulled her left arm up towards her shoulder. She pulled the strap of her dress down her arm, then began tugging at the right side.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Showing off for you." my sister explained.

"But, I thought you knew that you didn't have to do that for me." I said.

"But, what if I want to?" Melanie asked. Her eyes darted up to mine and looked very sexy.

Melanie pulled her dress down until it was gathered around her waist. Her upper torso was bare and my eyes moved down from her shoulders to her exposed breasts, standing out from her trim body. I stared at her thick, dark nipples and wished I could wrap my lips around them. She leaned forward and slid her arms around my shoulders, pulling me to her.

"I know you'd probably rather just look at my boobs, but will you still hold me for a while?" she implored.

"Of course, that's Rule Number One," I joked, but only somewhat. My arms went around my sister's bare back. I could feel her soft skin as I pulled her towards me. She let out a faint moan as I ran my hands up her spine.

Outside, I could hear the rain still pouring down. I was glad we had decided to come in when we had. It would have been a waste of time to have waited in hopes that the light shower earlier abated.

"It sounds really nasty out there," Melanie said "I hope that tomorrow is nicer."

"Me too," I said "but if not, there's always next weekend."

"At least you got to see me in my wet dress."

"You looked so hot in that, Mel." I said.

"It made me feel so sexy. Seeing how you looked at me turned me on so much." my sister said.

"Really?" I asked, surprised by Melanie's reaction.

"Yes, I love it when you stare and me. I can always tell when you're horny."

"I usually am when I look at you." I admitted.

Melanie smiled. "Well, from now on I want you to let me know when you are, and if mom's around at least smile at me, or something."

I nodded, promising to honor my twin's request.

When the phone on Melanie's night stand rang we both jumped and turned towards it. I listened to my sister speaking.

"Yeah... no, we came in a while ago. It's really coming down out there," Melanie said "okay... I'll see you later. Bye, mom."

I sighed a my sister put down the receiver.

"Mom wanted to see how we're making out." my sister explained.

"Did you tell her we were making out?" I retorted.

Melanie giggled. "But, we're not." she remarked.

I gave my sister a nervous smile, wishing she was wrong.

"Well, not yet." she teased.

Melanie leaned closer to me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and rested herself on my chest. My hands moved to her bare back, just above her hips. I slid them up, feeling her soft skin against mine. She moaned and wiggled closer, clutching me tighter to her. Her body felt wonderful as I touched her and felt her pressed to me. We embraced for a while until she leaned back. She reached down and pulled her dress up her body, over her narrow shoulders. She dropped it to her bed, smiling at me.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, sounding nervous.

"You look perfect." I told her.

Melanie smiled, probably more out of relief than pride. "Let me see you, Mark." she said.

I froze, suddenly nervous. My sister pulled at my t-shirt, bringing it up over my head. Now I was even more insecure. My sister smiled as she looked at my bare chest. She ran her fingertips down my chest towards my jeans.

"I haven't seen you naked since you were a little boy." she said.

"I haven't seen you naked since then either." I countered.

Melanie smirked and tugged her panties down towards her feet. She tossed them onto the floor. My eyes moved up my sister's bare legs to her thighs. Between them I saw a thin strip of dark hair. She laid back on the bed and placed her feet on the blanket beneath us. She spread her thighs. I saw her moist lips part. They were shiny and wet. My sister's hand slid down her stomach towards them. She spread them apart, revealing her tender folds to me.

"Your turn, little brother." she whispered.

I stood up and wrestled with the button of my jeans. I tugged at my zipper, then pulled my jeans down my thighs. I could feel my cock straining my underwear as I pulled my feet from my jeans.

"Let me see it, Mark." she said, her voice soft and breathy.

My cock was standing out from my underwear as I leaned over my naked sister, lying on her bed. I pulled my underwear off and dropped them to the floor. I could feel my hard cock sway. Melanie smiled, then moaned. She reached up and tugged at my wrist, drawing me down towards her.

My sister parted her legs as I knelt between them. Her hands were still holding my forearms as she guided me lower. I looked into her dreamy eyes, then moved my eyes down to her breasts standing up from her chest. Her hard nipples were pointing up towards me.

"Have you ever thought about doing this?" she asked.

"Hundreds of times." I admitted.

Melanie laughed. "Is that all?"

I could feel my sister's hands on my hips. Her touch was gentle, teasing, as she guided me towards her waiting lips. Her legs wrapped around me as the head of my cock sank into her. She was hot, wet, tight. I groaned, pushing harder. Melanie's fingernails dug into my shoulders as she pulled me to her.

"I've wanted this for so long." she breathed into my ear.

My sister's body felt soft and warm as I pressed down on it. Her legs were wrapped around my lower back, holding me tight. I could feel her grip my cock, holding me inside her. I was afraid I was going to cum that instant. I panted, then began moving my hips, moving my shaft in and out of my sister's tight body. She cried out, holding me tighter to her.

"Oh god, Mark," she moaned "I always knew you must be big."

I raised up, thrusting my hips harder as I looked down at my sister. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was open as she moaned. I could see her breasts shake as I shoved my cock in her.

"Yes... fuck, you feel so good." Melanie cried out.

If I felt good, then she felt wonderful. I began thrusting my hips harder, watching my cock piston in and out of my sister's tight wet pussy. My shaft was wet with her juice. I grabbed her hips. Lifting her from the bed, knowing I was getting close. She must have sensed it too, judging by my breathing.

"You can't cum in me." she said as she looked up, seeming nervous.

"Where then?" I asked.

"Anywhere else," she breathed "how about my tits or face?"

My sister's suggestion had brought me even closer. I could picture streams of my cum shooting over her quivering breasts beneath me.

"Where?" I moaned. "I'm so close, Mel."

"Everywhere." she moaned as her back arched.

I pulled my cock from my twin sister and wrapped my hand around it. I began pumping, watching her as she tugged at her thick nipples. Seconds later a stream of hot cum shot from my cock. It splashed over her chin and cheeks. That was followed by two more ribbons that coated her breasts. It ran down towards her dark nipples. 

Melanie licked her lips and smeared my cum on her face towards them. She ran her hands over her breasts, coating her nipples with my thick spunk.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, licking her fingers.

I was breathing hard as I knelt over my twin sister, watching her paint her sexy body with my cum. I sat down beside her. My eyes never left her hands as she smeared my juice over her nipples.

"Do you always cum this much?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I've been saving it up for you."

Melanie rolled over on her side. My cock was still hard and she held it, flicking her tongue over my slit.

"Next time I want to drink it all." she said, then looked up at me. Her brown eyes met mine and I knew she meant it.

Epilogue

Yes, I kissed a girl. One whom I had shared a womb with for nine months and had grown up with. We had shared a bed together and were bathed together until those things were deemed appropriate. It was all decided for us by others. That kiss, and what ensued, are forbidden by all conventions of civilized society. Illegal. Reviled. Yet we saw it as a return to our initial closeness. A reunion. Melanie doesn't care about normal conventions; neither do I. There was no coercion involved whatsoever, so we considered it strictly a matter between us. Still, it was something that we had to hide. Maybe polite society had actually done us a favor by forcing our love into the shadows. That way it remained fresh and exciting.