0 comments/ 18826 views/ 4 favorites Lesbian Heaven By: Celeste999 I haven't been writing on literotica for long, but I've been inundated with a great deal of positive feedback and a little constructive criticism. Thank you. One note today grabbed my attention more than any of the others. It was sent to me anonymously, but I would have liked to thank this reader for his or her inspirational, motivational, and thoughtful word to the wise. It read: If you were to die tonight, where would you go? I know literotica does not want other websites mentioned here, but I explored the link left in the email. The website asked me if I need God in my life. What a thoughtful tidbit of email! It's the best electronic memo I've ever received! Gratitude is pouring out of the bottom of my heart! You're the bestest! But where would I go if I was to die tonight? Here's one possibility. I'd like to hope that I am in the prime of my life. Celeste Morgan. Thirty five years old. While my knees creak and groan early in the morning...while I can't stay up all night long any more and still attentively pass through day to day life any longer...while I can now legitimately say I did something "twenty years ago" and still vividly recall the day...I'm not terribly old. I smoke too much (and yes I know it's a filthy, disgusting habit that would have eventually killed me). I'm ensnared in the addictive power of the vile weed. It calms and relaxes me and smoking after sex is tasty. I drink a bit too copiously at times, but alcohol has a way of making people infinitely more interesting. Even conferences in modern business ethics seem passably fascinating if you polished off a bottle of merlot in the hotel lounge beforehand. I have always been in good health. My family passed on a thriving business to me. My mother and little sister and live close to me geographically and in my heart. I have a small and loyal circle of friends. And I'm a lesbian with plenty of experiences for which I will cherish forever. There's one snag in my plans though. I just got hit by a truck. *** I feel weightless as I float up out of my Earthly remains. The force of the wind catches me off guard at first as I'm wisped around this way and that. Soon, I get the drift and can hover in one place. Watching the macabre scene from above the hustle and bustle of paramedics, former coworkers, and innocent bystanders, I see my lifeless body being hauled off in the coroner's van. I could follow the van to the crematorium, but my spirit doesn't really want to go to a bonfire right now. My last will and testament specifies that any needed organs and tissues will immediately be dissected from my corpse. Perhaps a blind girl will get to see a sunset. I know the rest of the heap will be burnt to ashes and scattered in a garden to help the flowers grow. I'm not ready to move on, though, and I remain for a few days so I may gaze upon my funeral. It's in the middle of a meadow on my mother's land. I didn't want it to be in a church. I see my 21 year old cousin I haven't seen in 10 years. I feel a bit naughty when I look at her boobs a little longer than I probably should. I see my aunt who lives in New Zealand. I visited her last year, but she hasn't been back to North America for fifteen years. I see my best friend Sandra from my childhood who is now a mover and shaker in architecture in New York. We always planned on getting together, but two years of procrastination prevented that meeting. I see Carolyn. She's an old friend I was recently reunited with and was the inspiration for another tale I told. I see Michelle who dated me ten years ago when I was pretty insatiably wild, crazy, and insane. I nearly ended up dead ten years earlier than I am now. I see Sherry who has traveled from her new home out East to see me. I'll miss her massages and her presence in my life likely more than the rest. While she moved away this past winter, I had visited her twice in that time. I will wait for her in heaven. Impatiently. Is that where I'm going though? Or is this the afterlife? Ghostly apparitions? I hope not. After all, I haven't glimpsed the one person I'm dying to see. Almost as soon as I ask the questions, they are answered for me. Drawn away from the celebration of my friends, family, and lovers, I hear them singing along to a few of my favorite songs. That off-pitch melody will find a place in my memory for eons to come. I feel all of my responsibilities, fears, worries, and pent up desires dissipate into the void. A carefree happiness overcomes me. There is no bright light. There is no long tunnel. I just float through the air and I unwittingly close my eyes as the wind blows through my air and tickles my cheeks. I feel grains of sand running between my bare toes. I open my eyes to look down to watch my toes wriggling with glee through the soft, warm sand. I no longer feel weightless or ethereal. I reach down to my right arm and give myself a little pinch. I feel the sting. I feel the skin between my fingertips. I am skin and bones and blood and nerve endings all over again. Am I really dead? The sun is shining down and warming my face. The sky is clear with a few fluffy clouds. I shield my eyes from the glaring sun and inhale a deep whiff of my natural surroundings. I'm standing on a beach of white sand around a small lagoon. The water is crystal clear and I watch many colorful fish swimming through the water. A small waterfall spills down the side of a short cliff on the other side of the lagoon. A woman is sitting on a large boulder jutting out of the lagoon beside the waterfall. She's wearing nearly transparent silks and is lounging under a large umbrella on the face of the rock. She waves to me and I return the gesture. I hop over to the boulder from the beach and sit down beside her draping my legs over the side of the rock. Woman – "I bet you're full of questions, aren't you?" Celeste – "Who are you?" Astra – "Call me Astra. You couldn't pronounce my real name." Celeste – "Where are we?" Astra – "Well you are dead, Celly." Celeste – "This is heaven then?" Astra – "It's your version of heaven. Or a small part of it." Celeste – "My version of heaven, Astra?" Astra – "You don't think the Creator would let you spend the rest of eternity in an uncomfortable place. I've read your file, Celly, and it comes as no surprise to me the shape of your neighborhood. We've had many visitors with preferences very similar to your own in the last century or so." Celeste – "Neighborhood?" Astra – "Think of your little patch of land here and the other sights you will soon see as being your neck of the woods. While you can go anywhere you want in heaven, these are the stomping grounds of women just like you. Lesbian Heaven as it were." Celeste – "I'm a bit anxious to see someone." Astra – "Yes, I know sweetie. And she wants to see you. Hold your horses though." Celeste – "Ok Astra. This is all a bit overwhelming." Astra – "Of course it is. You're dead." Celeste – "I didn't think I'd end up here." Astra – "Everyone seems to think they might end up there. You know what the prerequisite to get in the door here is? A clear conscience. It's just that simple. You really fucked up a few times in your life, Celly, but it all worked out in the long haul. You made a lot of people happy and they returned the favor. And you had more fun than most." Celeste – "What about all the sleeping around? All those drugs I took? Hell I overdosed on X and almost killed myself. What about all the buzz words like piety and monogamy?" Astra – "The people that came up with those words meant well, but God seems to have different standards weighing the good with the bad." Celeste – "Do the angels watch us? Does God?" Astra – "You've made me laugh more times than I recall. God too. I thought God would never stop talking about a few of your adventures. She wants to meet you by the way." Celeste – "Did you say she?" Astra – "Yes. God is a 'she' at least to you. Shall we go?" With that, Astra takes my hand and the two of us leap through the waterfall with a splash. Looking up, I see a beautiful woman sitting at a computer. Her giggles fill the room with undeniable warmth. God – "I've been looking forward to this Celly." Celeste – "I wish I could say the same, God." God – "Once you get a look around, I have a feeling you'll like it here. And I hope you come back and chat with me. It can get pretty lonely being me." Celeste – "I find that a little hard to believe." God – "I hope you'll let Astra and I show you around later." Celeste – "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Seems I have the rest of eternity to do that." God – "I know there's someone you really want to see." Celeste – "Is she here?" God – "She's a bit nervous." Celeste – "She was always a bit self conscious." God – "She's worried you don't love her any more. But we both know that isn't the case." Celeste – "It was the one reason to look forward to death, God." I suddenly feel the presence of someone standing behind me. I turn around to face Andrea. Seeing her face to face, many memories are churned up. I remember the day we met and how she dragged me out of the self destructive spiral towards death. I remember the hell I put her through in that transitional phase of my life. I remember all the trips we took together and the joys that we shared for nearly two years. I remember the day I proposed to her and I remember the look on her face. I remember the day she cried on my shoulder and confessed she had been diagnosed with leukemia. I remember the many months we spent in the hospital. And I remember the day she fell lifeless in my arms. But none of that matters now. Andrea and I don't speak a word. In the days that follow, Andrea showed me our new home. And I could tell you about our first night together. But that's just for me and her to share. Celly Lesbian Heaven: The Side Show HUMOR/SATIRE: How a straight male ended up in Lesbian Heaven (The idea for this story came from the original ¬LESBIAN HEAVEN by Celeste999. That was a real gem of a story and I suggest that you read it first as background before reading this. Bear in mind though, that while her story was a heart-wrenching, spill-your-guts type of story, mine is all light-hearted and tongue-in-cheek. My version of ¬LESBIAN HEAVEN¬ came to me one night in a dream during a time when Celeste was going through some tense times in her life, so I wrote this mainly to cheer her up and give her a few laughs to get her through her days of tension. After reading the story she insisted that I post it, so here it is. Hope the rest of you enjoy it as much as we did. I would like to also forewarn readers ahead of time, that there is no hardcore sex in this story.) ++++++++++++++++++ One day I was doing heavy bench presses by myself without a spotter (anyone stupid enough to do that deserves to die), and after working a set to exhaustion I tried to rack the bar but it bounced away from the rack just as my strength had given out. The bar crashed down to my throat breaking my windpipe, shattering every vertebrae in my neck and killing me instantly. After dying I hoovered in the air a bit over my body staring down in wonder at the stupidity of being pinned to the bench by a barbell. Then I caught the elevator down. I'd heard that hell was where all the kinky women and (very) "hot" parties were and I wanted to be where the action was. When I arrived at the obsidian gates to sin and perdition Old Saint Lucifer himself was there waiting for me. He sat down at his computer, tail sticking out behind the chair, and looked up my resume. "It says here, Mr. Slitlicker," the devil said, "that you've written a little porn in your time, committed a little adultery, and taken the Lord's name in vain now and then. Those are all points in your favor, sir, but as I look over the rest of your portfolio I see that you neither drink, nor smoke, nor have you ever used drugs. You've never raped or beaten up a woman, you've never abused a child, never kicked your dog, you don't lie, steal, cheat, or murder. You don't even like violent video games." "Besides," he said, a slight sneer creeping across his face, "you've even voted Republican a couple of times in your lifetime." Satan turned from his computer screen and with great sadness in his eyes, and a shake of his head, he said, "I'm sorry sir, but your resume overall does not qualify you for a position in our establishment. I'm afraid you'll have to get back on the elevator and try your luck with the all the goody-two shoes up there." He nodded his horned head contemptuously towards "up there." Crest-fallen and with slumped shoulders I ambled back to the elevator and pushed the "up" button. Arriving at the pearly gates of the Christian heaven I was met at the entrance by St. Peter. I was in no hurry to spend the rest of eternity sitting on a cloud playing a harp, but I needed a place to stay real bad. They still do things the old fashioned way up there, so St. Peter, instead of using a computer, checked my background in his huge, hand-written book. After checking my resume in his ledger, old St. Pete looked back up at me with sadness in his eyes. Scratching his long, white, and very ancient beard, he said. "I'm sorry, my son, but you don't belong to any recognized church, you've never been baptized, and you flunked a polygraph test once on planet earth. That's three strikes and you're out. "Besides," he said, a sneer creeping across his face, "you've voted Republican a couple of times in your life." You just can't win I thought to myself. "I regret to inform you sir that based on your resume we will not be able to offer you a position in our establishment." With that old St. Pete closed up his ledger, re-entered the pearly gates from which he came--and then slammed them in my face and locked them with a loud "click." Something about the "Peter" principle I never did like, I thought. Dejected, dispirited (no pun intended), and utterly alone, I floated aimlessly around the cosmos. I was amazed to learn how many different heavens there were. There were heavens for Gay Males, heavens for monks, heavens for nuns and virgins, Republicans and Liberals, heavens for Engineers (a very strange breed), heavens for lawyers(where they argue and nit-pick with each other for eternity), heavens for politicians(where they make promises to each other for all eternity), heavens for Dallas Cowboys fans, heavens for bud drinkers, heavens for Buddhists, and for Hindus, etc. In short there was a heaven for just about any and every life style on the face of the earth. But, since I never had much of a life--much less a life style--none of these places would have me. So, I just floated and floated aimlessly through the cosmos. Eventually, however, I bumped into (literally) a few other misfits like myself and we decided to start a Pizza delivery business to serve all the various "Heavens" up here in the great unknown. My first gig was to deliver a stack of Pizzas to Lesbian Heaven. So, I hopped into my flying saucer with the Pizza Delivery sign on top, put the Pizzas on the seat next to me and took off. Upon arriving at the very ornate, labia-shaped, coral pink and lavender gates, and balancing the stack of Pizzas in one hand, I pressed the clitoris-shaped buzzer at the top of the gates. While waiting for someone to open up the gates for me, I peered between the bars blocking the "vulvic" entrance. Through the haze and mist I gazed upon a wondrous sight. There was my dear friend Celeste, who had been hit by a truck a few months previously, ensconced upon a golden throne. She was dressed all in white and was surrounded by a large number of gorgeous attendants dressed in nothing but bright red latex micro minis. Some of the them were manicuring her nails (feet and hands both), some waved fans over her face while yet others stroked her arms and legs with feathers. A couple of them were running their fingers through her long blonde hair. One was even dropping grapes into her mouth one by one, while another stood by with a glass of wine ready. Just like Celly, I thought, always surrounding herself with beautiful girls. Upon hearing the front gate buzzer buzz, Celeste wriggled her pinky finger in the direction of the gate and one of her little hotties scampered over to open it up. When I entered, Celly recognized me and rising up off her throne she glided towards me, her luxurious, celestial white gown trailing along behind her. We embraced, glad to see each other after this long separation. Looking around the place and seeing all the gorgeous and kinky women going to and fro and doing this and that with each other, I thought, hey, this is a hundred times better than anything old St. Lucifer has to offer down in hell. I just had to get myself in this place somehow. I turned back to Celly. "Since you are queen of this place, do you suppose you could get me a gig in here? I'll be janitor, or anything, just to be able to watch. And you know how I like to watch." Celly laughed and said, "yes Slitlicker, I know well how you like to watch. But sorry, dear friend, I'd love to help you but the girls here would all freak out if they saw a man and we'd have a rebellion on our hands." "Well, maybe you could arrange to get me a sex change operation?" "Sorry again," she said, "I can't help you there either, all the plastic surgeons and sex change doctors are down in hell with Satan." "What if I lasered my body and facial hair and cross-dressed?" Celly giggled. "That might work for a few moments, but as soon as your tool tented your skirt your secret would be out--literally." "Ah, chucks," I said, turning away and shuffling despondently towards the exit. "Wait, don't go yet," she said--and with a wave of her hand she dismissed all of her little playthings leaving the two of us alone in her throne room. "I think I have the solution. We have been experimenting with virtual reality technology up here, and we just might be able to help you out." Celeste reached under her throne to retrieve a couple of boxes. "Since you are a close friend I'll give these items to you but it must remain a secret between you and me." "You have my word on that," I said. "In the larger box you'll find a helmet and some finger sensors you can attach to your virtual reality server." "I don't know, that sounds a lot like a Polygraph. I hate those things." Celly laughed. "No, this is not a polygraph at all, Slitlicker. You'll love this. Trust me." Then she went on, "The smaller box contains the software to run the program. If you have adequate computer power you will be able to not only hear, see, and feel what goes on in our world, but you will be able to project an incarnation of yourself right here into our front room. And, then you'll be free to roam around as you wish--but just be sure that you project yourself as a girl and not as a man, otherwise we'll have problems here." "Oh, thank you so much, Celly. You have my promise on that. How much do I owe you for this?" "Oh, nothing. It's on the house because we're friends--although a free Pizza now and then wouldn't hurt," she giggled. "It's a deal!" I shook her hand, gave her one last hug, and turned to go. She called out after me, "Once you're set up, just dial your virtual reality tuner to channel 69 and that'll beam you right over here to us." Over the next few "days" I found myself a nice apartment in a nearby asteroid and using the proceeds from the Pizza business I purchased the most powerful computing technology the heavens could supply and hooked myself up to a couple of supernovas for power supply. Now, everyday after making my runs on the Pizza route, I return to my asteroid home, take off all my clothes and hook myself up to my virtual reality devices. I crank up the power, then concentrating real hard, and reaching down into my deepest, darkest fantasies, I assume the persona of an eighteen-year old girl. Then I dial up channel 69 and project this incarnation of myself into Celeste's Lesbian Heaven. Not only do I get to watch all the kinky goings on, but I get to participate in and enjoy 100% all of the Celestial and forbidden delights with Celeste's friends and subjects like any other eighteen-year old girl--and none of them are the wiser, with Celly and I sworn to secrecy on that account. But, after all, aren't we all just disembodied spirits up here anyway?