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Phylicia's Arch Rival

By: CurvyNicole



It was quite something to see Audrey Porter walk into a room. When she entered, all the boys noticed, but didn't look; and all the girls looked, but hated every second of it. She wore her perfect black hair up in a bun, and seldom strayed from her usual skirt/turtleneck combo. Her breasts were a mystery the entire school; and her conservative dark clothing left a lot to the imagination. Audrey was a workaholic. A very beautiful workaholic. Every ounce of energy she didn't exhaust on work, she poured into being as stoic as possible. Seeing her smile was like successfully killing a unicorn using only a sweater. It simply didn't happen.

Or at least it appeared that way to me. She sat down in the library a few tables up. She adjusted the chopsticks in her hair, aggressively crossed her legs, and began her three hour study session. I, on the other hand, had not been able to study all year. I didn't have the focus or the dedication required by Physics 12 by any means. Instead, I dreamt of what life might've been like if I was Audrey Porter. Maybe if I was beautiful and hardworking I would have more then a measly $200 grant from the local retired community.

I'm not saying I'm ugly. I'm just nothing compared to her. I have long light brown hair that is very curly. I've been wearing my glasses now for two years, and I hate them. I have average-sized breasts, and a pretty normal build. But my real pride is my thin tummy. I'm not a skinny girl or anything, but I keep in pretty good shape. So did Audrey though; we were both on the field hockey team. She, of course, played center. The mute, efficient and deadly team captain was picture perfect. No one messed with her out on the field, not even the roughnecks from Flint.

I, a mere second line defense-woman would've be crazy to try and talk to her after game time. I wondered if she even knew my name. We were in the same Physics class, but I sat in the back. She was in front, almost invincible to the teacher's puns and bad jokes; she was a rock.

"Phylicia?" my name, its Greek, I'm pretty sure it means 'fortunate'. But who just said it?

"...Phylicia?" my name again, I looked up. Sincere amazement just then, it was Porter.

"Uh, Audrey. Hi!" It was a bit strong. Audrey managed a smile back. Why would she be talking to me?

"Are you having trouble with EMF? I just don't get it." Very weird... I did feel comfortable with EMF, and Audrey didn't, maybe this was a joke.

"Umm, no. I'm pretty comfortable with it." This had potential.

"Oh... well that's good." Audrey looked at the floor. Immediately, I took the opportunity to score a point.

"Do you wanna work with me on this sheet Mr. Travis gave us?" I held it up. I guess she did, because she gave a very humble sigh of relief.

"Yeah," she smiled politely, "that'd be great." What bugged me about how she said this is that she said it perfectly; as if she was used to asking for help all the time. This drained a little satisfaction from the event, but nevertheless, I was ahead today.

I actually didn't have anymore time left in the study hall; I had to run to work. So we made plans to study at her house. Her dad was out of town for a few days and we'd have the house to ourselves to study. I was really looking forward to tutoring her for a few hours. Maybe she wasn't so much better then me after all.

The next day I wore a pair of cut-off jeans that might have been just a little too short for my dad's approval. But he simply shrugged and looked away, knowing that it was the 21st century, and dads were not 'allowed' to tell their daughters how to dress. I had a t-shirt on and pulled my curly hair into a pony tail. I didn't feel like wearing contacts that day, Audrey hadn't earned them yet from me. Glasses would do, I'd show her. 

I knocked on her door and noted the response time. It took roughly six seconds for Audrey to open it, and then do the smile. Boy, she was fast. It was odd, especially considering I was fifteen minutes early. But, it was Porter after all, efficient but deadly. Her black hair was up, as usual, in those chopsticks. She looked beautiful in darker clothing, especially in that skirt. She had her cross over top of her turtleneck today. And to top it all off, her smile could've been on primetime TV. Despite all this, I nodded and smiled back.

We exchanged pleasantries and she led me into her living room. Apparently she had tea ready. Tea? Brilliant, I thought. I loved tea. Good job Porter. But one thing did get to me, it was fifteen minutes early... I shook it off and had a seat. As expected, her house was analy clean. The walls were flawlessly decorated all in white. The furniture was wood, and it worked well. Whoever laid this plan out was a damn good designer.

"Cream or sugar?" Audrey came from around the corner.

"Do you have honey?" I decided to test her. I took honey anyway.

"Yes."

"That and cream please." I smiled. She disappeared around the corner back to the kitchen. I was slowly running out of reasons to hate her. Not that honey really mattered that much, but this all seemed very accommodating. More then expected anyway. I resumed looking at the house. I really liked a painting over on the far wall. In fact, I liked the whole house. The living room had a wonderful view of the river.

"Do you like the painting?" She came back with two mugs, both cream and honey. I knew this because she set them down and offered me to take either one. She sat down on a loveseat across from me.

"Yes, very much. I like this whole room actually." My mind cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I took over the living room when me and dad moved here. He said that he'd probably pick horrible colors so he let me design most of house." She crossed her legs and daintily laughed. So did I.

"It looks great. You should be a designer." I was seriously starting to like her for some reason; she was a nice person. Maybe she really did mean everything she said. She was gorgeous anyway. I had never really thought a girl could be so pretty that I actually wanted to be them! It was weird.

"Wow, thanks a lot. I don't really have many people over, so I don't get very many second opinions." Audrey was sincere. Which was why I was so surprised. Didn't she have friends? She must. How could someone this perfect not entertain all the time? Just then, my eyes flashed down to the bottom of her skirt. Under her crossed legs was a small bulge of white underwear. My eyes flashed back to the room.

"Well you did a great job. So'd you wanna get to studying?" That was very weird. Why did I just look at her crotch? For the first time then, I noticed she was in bare feet. That was sort of sexy... What!? Did I just think that?

"Sure. And thanks a lot for coming over to study with me. I know we're not really friends, but I think you're really nice for doing this for me. I just don't know anyone in Physics 12." Audrey Porter took another sip of tea. I was instantly reminded of her chatting it up with all the girls in Physics class. It looked like she had lots of friends. "Come on, let's go into my room."

She took her tea and got up. I took my books and watched her walk from behind. As we passed the foyer, I took my socks off. I was extremely quick and discreet; not even Porter would've noticed it. She was a room ahead of me, and I was pretty sure she hadn't seen my feet yet in the house. But, why was I doing this? Was I attracted to her? Or did I just want to be like her? I could feel my heart beat when I entered her room.

She was sitting up on her bed with her back leaning up against the headboard. Her knees were up to give her a good angle of the homework. Her bare feet were slightly apart sitting at the edge of the bed. They also gave me another brief angle of her underwear bulging out from in between in her legs as I crossed the room to sit down. My pace quickened again. And I'm not sure, but I think I was blushing pretty bad. I sat next to her on her bed, and put my homework out on my knees like she did. Our feet were so close to touching it made my crotch burn. It felt like an oven down there. I knew for sure I was turning red. Why was this happening? I'm not a lesbian. My mind was panicking; I just didn't know what was going on right now.

We started to discuss EMF. It went on for ten minutes. Ten minutes lasted forever. Every once in a while my left foot would accidentally touch her right, and I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter inside my cut-off jeans. I don't think I was doing a very good job of explaining EMF. I just couldn't concentrate. She was getting confused about the same formula and I had to strain myself to explain it. Then, after ten minutes, I could feel my pussy getting wet. I adjusted my shorts to try and hide any underwear that might've been showing. I went back to explaining.

"No, no, this only applies to electric motors. See, here, look at this." I pointed to some diagram. I didn't really know what I was saying. My mind was focused on the distance between our feet. It was less then an inch, it took every once of strength I had not to look down the bed towards them. I re-adjusted it again, closer, just to see what would happen. I was very curious about this. My brain was killing itself trying to decide whether Audrey felt the same way. Was Audrey a lesbian? Why am I even thinking this!? I'm not a dyke!

Then, our feet met. She leaned over me to get her tea, her breast brushed my thigh and in the end, our pinky toes were just barely touching. Now after this, it was only a matter of pretend 're-adjusting' which was actually foot rubbing. I tried it; I switched text books while slightly pushing my foot left. She returned with pressure. She returned it! Amazing! My mind couldn't believe it. I rubbed again. She rubbed back.

I swallowed hard. My baby-blue thong was probably drenched, I could feel, it was soaked. For a second I thought I almost smelled myself. Then I was sure... My pussy reeked when it was turned on. My whole bedroom would smell like it when I played with myself. It was a different smell then anything else. It actually turned me on a little bit. Audrey looked at me for a second, then closed her notebook and dropped it on the floor. She turned to lie on her side facing me. Our feet rubbing now.

"Phylicia, why do you hate me?" She looked so sad. My heart was pounding. I felt a drop of my juices roll down to the bed sheets.

I swallowed again, "I don't hate you. I envy you! I want to be you!" I felt drunk... or something.

"Really? I thought you hated me." She rubbed my arm with her finger.

"No, Audrey. You're perfect. You are the perfect girl..." I closed my books and put them on the floor. I took my pony tail out and turned to face Audrey Porter. I could feel all the wetness down in my crotch shift to one side. Then, her finger that was rubbing my arm went down and touched my breast. It made its way around my rock hard nipple and stayed for a while. Audrey lightly pinched it, then extended her hand and cupped the whole thing. I was breathing hard. My hand went out to cup one of her breasts.

Her hand let go then, and went all the way down to my jeans. She went underneath and felt the soaking wet underwear. Audrey's breathing started to pick up now, and she slowly moved my thong out of the way to rub my drenched clit. "I love you," she whispered to me. My hand went down and started to unzip my pants. It was slow and awkward removing them. I threw them away, then started to take off my underwear. Audrey slid them off my feet and instantly went in rubbing my clit again. Her other hand began playing with my light brown pubic hair. The hairs were long and straight, not like regular pubic hair. Every once in a while she tugged at them. It was so quick, it was like a dream. Then, I saw her head move forward. This could only mean one thing. She was going to eat me out.

Her mouth collided with my pussy, sucking and licking up all the wetness that was there. I felt a whirlpool of water and saliva and muscles all moving together down on me. Her tongue skipped inside my vagina every now and then; her nose was buried deep in my clit rubbing my thick pubic hair. I took the chopsticks out of her hair and pull it all free. Her long black straight hair flew down and made her look even more beautiful as she continued to gorge herself on my pussy. Then I came. A spray of water hit Audrey in the mouth and squirted out the side. A tiny stream sprayed across her cheek.

She drank it all, and wiped her mouth. Instantly I leaned forward and locked us both in a passionate kiss. I tasted myself in her saliva. We made out for a few minutes and I took off her turtleneck, exposing her large bra-less breasts. They stuck out like the end of a foot ball, a perfect shape, and were arguably the perkiest breasts on earth, with large round nipples that were now rock hard. I slid her skirt up her thighs, and then took her soaking white underwear off. She was shaven clean, and her pussy gleamed in the reflection of the light in the room. I dove in. It was slippery and tasted like my own pussy; I loved it. The hole of Audrey's vagina opened up so wide. I felt like I could've stuck a pop bottle inside and still have had room.

She grabbed the back of my head and forced it towards her pussy. Her hips were rocking my head at the same time and after six or seven seconds, she came all over my face. That didn't last very long. But my whole face was sopping wet when she was done, and she laid there for a while breathing hard. I finally removed her skirt and I slid up to lay beside her. I took my t-shirt off and we cuddled there for a while naked before falling asleep.

I woke up before she did and left. I grabbed my books and got dressed. On the way home, my brain was trying to calculate what had happened only a few hours ago. But it couldn't... Tomorrow would be a very weird day at school. I wondered how Audrey felt. If she was just as confused as me... 

Phylicia's Arch Rival Ch. 02



Author’s Note: This story continues from Phylicia’s Arch Rival. Thanks everyone who posted to my last story. Because of the excellent feedback I received last time, I wanted to write another one.

It had been the tea.

Or that’s what I’d been telling myself on my way home. Ever since I left her house, I had been in some bizarre state of shock. Questions, too many to handle, about my sexuality, my relationship with Audrey, my behavior, my future, my reputation in the school, they flooded my mind. What would my friends think? What would my mother think!? I went through these distinct stages of panic over and over.

I was walking mostly. Then I’d run. Then I’d run faster; until my thoughts changed, and I’d walk again. The trip home was, simply, an emotional rollercoaster. The scenery was beautiful, as always. I lived in a green, hilly suburbia. The houses passed, all unique, all well-dressed in picket fences and gardens. It was a high-middle class neighborhood. A dog barked somewhere, the sound of a sprinkler. In the distance, I could see our beautiful park. I really did like it here.

But not today. Today, I could only think of how I hated this place. I hated my school. I hated my teachers, friends, and parents. I hated Audrey. I hated my world, for giving me this loathsome situation. I hated myself.

I couldn’t believe I’d done the things I did. I was crying. It wasn’t a loud cry, just one of those soft ones you get when you stub your toe or watch a sad movie. I walked numbly into my house. Slowly, I sat down and put my bag beside me. I looked horrible. My hair was a mess, and I felt gross and sleazy all over.

I withdrew my homework and put it in front of me. Suddenly, I had a feeling of disgust in the pit of my stomach. My mood shifted as I looked at my tutor notes, the scribbles of diagrams and explanations, messy arrows pointing to the wrong things. All of this was wrong! I didn’t even give her a good tutor lesson. I was too caught up in lust or whatever you wanted to call it. I felt defeated. Everything I had worked for was meaningless.

I ran to the shower tearing my jeans and t-shirt off. I started it, freezing cold. Slowly, I dipped a foot into the spray. Tears were still coming as I stepped completely in. The cold water rattled my body. I fought against it, gritting my teeth. I put my head under the spray, viciously cold. I shampooed, conditioned, and washed my body vigorously. I couldn’t tell if I was still crying or not. My mind raced again. Right now, I just needed to be clean.

I washed again. The soap needed a second chance, a third, a forth. I sat down this time and scrubbed my feet. My left pinky toe wasn’t clean yet, damn it. Damn my fucking left pinky toe. This is all your fault! If it wasn’t for you, none of this would’ve happened. I collapsed, breathing hard. I laid there for a while, numbly cold. I stopped crying. My chest moved up and down and my arms shivered. I was sure I was smarter than this.

Finally, I reached up for the dials on the faucet. I lifted my head slightly to see. The water stopped, bringing my body back to life. Tomorrow I would have to talk to her, whatever that meant. This was a crisis. A very different crisis, but nothing I couldn’t deal with one way or the other.

The next day, Audrey wasn’t at school. I wasn’t really surprised, but it forced me to think about it more. I was miles away from getting work done in the library, and my friends were off in other classes. My first clear thoughts of the day began to surface. Clearly, I was afraid of being a lesbian. Also, I had this complex about liking and hating Audrey Porter at the same time. Mostly hating, I reassured myself.

I left school early to be alone, mostly hating. I went into my room and pulled out some homework. Everything was easy but Physics. It was all I had left. But every time I tried to start it, my thoughts went back to liking Audrey Porter. I remembered her perfect breasts more than anything, and her face, her smile. Her feet. The bulge of white underwear. I remembered the way she pinched my nipple.

I pinched my nipple. My body jumped a little at my own touch. I didn’t masturbate often, almost never, and I’m pretty sure my friends never did. I remembered Audrey’s face again. The way she looked buried in my pubic hair. The way she played with it. I could smell myself again. The aroma was so powerful. I loved it. I loved the way she smelled. I had on long black pants and a blue t-shirt. I unzipped my pants and slipped a hand down, the other hand still playing with my nipple.

I checked the clock, 2:17, plenty of time. I threw off my t-shirt and began to unsnap my bra. I remembered Audrey’s feet again. They rub up against mine. Then she looks at me and smiles. The white underwear she’s wearing is getting dark. I know she’s getting turned on. She’s breathing harder; I see her nipples through her turtleneck.

The fantasy got to me. I tossed my bra away, my breathing getting harder. My chest pumped up and down. I was perspiring already. Carefully, I let my other hand massage my pussy. My juices stirred and I felt my clit getting firmer. My body was heating up, especially my pussy. I could feel my mouth getting dry. I caught a few more breaths.

I turned around, my face buried in a pillow. I got up on my knees and pushed my pants over my hips. Slowly, I worked them down my thighs and then past my knees. I discarded my pants, socks, panties. I rolled over again, both hands pinching my nipples. I massaged my breasts the way Audrey had done yesterday. I pretended she was rubbing them, fascinated with them. My heart started beating faster.

Gradually, my nipples turned into rocks. I moved my mouth to one of them and licked. It felt amazingly warm and wet. My other hand moved down to my slit again. It was soaking already. I took a sample of the liquid coming out of my vagina. I tasted it, savoring the flavor. It reminded me of her, the way it tasted. I could smell my aroma getting stronger and stronger. I ran my hand through my straight, light brown pubic hair. I was getting so wet, it surprised even me. I dipped two fingers deep into myself, running them in and out, while my other hand played with my clit. My breathing became even rougher, and I could see beads of sweat forming on my breasts.

I masturbated like this for a while, repeating the fantasy in my head. Seconds turned into minutes and I could feel that I would need something more if I wanted to get off completely. Slowly I got up, and headed for the kitchen completely nude. I opened the refrigerator door, my arm still trembling a little from stroking so hard. I spied a cucumber in the crisper and quickly grabbed it. I slammed it on the counter and began skinning the top portion. It was so thick in the middle that my fingers could barely grip around the whole thing. I took a knife out and drilled a hole in the other end, big enough for my thumb to fit through. I finished skinning and threw the vegetable into the microwave.

This was my absolute favorite thing to do. I’d only done it once before with a carrot, but it had given me a very good orgasm last time. And if this cucumber thing worked, I would be in heaven. The cold tile of the kitchen chilled my entire body. Goosebumps now accompanied my trembling, sweaty arm. The microwave beeped. I reached for the cucumber, it was definitely hot enough. I hugged it on my way back up the stairs into the bathroom. I started a shower, a hot shower.

I grabbed my hose-style shower head and brought it down to the bottom of the tub. I had a seat at the bottom of my bathtub. I turned the pressure down on the shower head a couple notches and grabbed my cucumber. My entire body was tingling in anticipation of what was to come. This was a very elaborate operation for such a short girl like me; I couldn’t help but smile. I could feel my pussy throbbing as I aimed the hot, light spray of the shower at my chest. I let a long, deep sigh go as the water trickled down my body.

I probed the entrance of my pussy with the cucumber. Slowly, I worked my way down my body with the spray of the water. I imagined it was Audrey Porter’s beautiful hands massaging, working their way to my slit. First, they fondled my breasts, pulling at my nipples lightly. Then, they rubbed my stomach and played with my belly button. I put the shower spray to my clit and held it there with one hand; I kept rubbing the outside of my pussy with the cucumber with the other hand.

The tension was mounting. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to take in this massive vegetable. It was huge by my standards, but my pussy was aching for something to be inside. I knew that was the only way I’d cum. It was the only reason I’d set all this up. Carefully, I began to push the cucumber into myself. The end of it was smooth, and relatively thin. The first two inches went in fine, it felt amazing. The combination of the water and my new toy was incredible, like nothing I’d ever felt before. But I knew that I’d need more if I wanted to cum like I did yesterday.

I pushed harder against the cucumber. It went inside another inch. God that felt good. But it was starting to stretch the walls of my pussy. I could feel there wasn’t much room left, but there was only another inch or so before the vegetable evened off. Then I would be able to go as far in as I wanted. I stuck my thumb in the hole I’d drilled for it earlier. Just one more push. I psyched myself up for it, gritting my teeth. I was still a virgin, though I’d broken my hymen last time with the carrot, I was by no means experienced with this sort of thing.

It went in easier than I thought it would, my pussy was stretched to the max, and I let out a small breath of mixed pleasure and surprise. The thumb hole made it easy to pump in and out, and I turned the heat up on the water slightly, to feel my clit again. There was an explosion of pleasure coming. As it was, I was already about to cum. But then, just seconds before, I thought of her again. Audrey making love to my pussy, her beautiful face drenched in my juices, sucking and licking at my clit. Her tongue dragging alone the folds of my outer labia. Then, her fingers slamming themselves deeply into my cunt.

I exploded. My hips jolted upwards into the shower head and the vegetable. It lasted forever, me thrusting and bucking myself into the air. My whole spine seemed to contract and release. My mouth let out an extremely loud, lustful moan. At times my vocal chords failed and nothing came out. My arms gripped the tools with more intensity than ever before and I had the best orgasm of my masturbating life.

As the pleasure receded, it gave way to exhaustion. My arms trembled and dropped what they were holding. My hips met the bathtub again. And my head too, slowly came back down to the bathtub. I could hear the sound of the shower and my heavy breathing. I felt like I’d just run a marathon. My muscles didn’t respond right away. For the first time in a long while, I wondered what time it was.

I cleaned myself and fixed the bathroom. Some things had apparently gotten wet during my fun. I cleaned the cucumber shavings and managed to actually salvage part of the cucumber for myself afterwards. Come to think of it, as I was finishing my physics homework a half hour later, the cucumber tasted great.



Phylicia's Arch Rival Ch. 03



Author’s note: Warning! This story contains a mild drug reference. If this offends you, you’ve been warned. We join the story again with Audrey Porter on the previous day. Unlike the previous two parts, this one will be in third person. This is my attempt at actual character development… sex included, some assembly required. :D

Phylicia was gone. She had apparently woken up first and left in a hurry from the house. Audrey sat up in her bed, struggling with this concept for a while. She also struggled with the fact that she had just had sex on that bed. Not only sex, but lesbian sex. Both, in fact, were a new experience for her. And now, for whatever trained expression she had on her face, inside she was a tornado of thoughts and questions.

The first and most obvious question was why. Why in the world would she want to be with a woman? She had liked men all her life. She had always expected to have a traditional wedding with all her family at a nice church in her home town. Doves would fly alongside their car after the ceremony. Family and friends would hurl rice into the air as she and her newlywed husband would laugh together and dream about their future. They would both enjoy a beautiful sunset for their honeymoon, in some tropical paradise, far, far away. Suddenly, all of that was impossible. Her father wouldn’t pay for a gay wedding. She stopped thinking about that.

The second question, perhaps even more eluding, was how. How in the hell did she manage to seduce, or be seduced by, another woman? She couldn’t even really remember how it all happened. One minute she was doing homework with a girl from the field hockey team. The next, she was in some lustful trance giving oral sex to this same girl. It didn’t fit. It didn’t fit at all. And now she had to make sense of it. She had no idea Phylicia swung that way. It was hard to tell just by looking at her. Perhaps, she thought, it was that way with all dykes.

Audrey shook her head. This was irrelevant. She was frustrated thinking about the situation, trying to rationalize it. With every problem laid a reasonable answer and explanation. Every situation you could dream up, you could also analyze it. That was how she thought. Or, at least, how she tried to think. Sometimes though, she thought, it was tougher. She didn’t feel like thinking about it. But, she knew what she did feel like doing. 

She stood up from her bed and stretched. No problem was so bad it couldn’t be dealt with one way or another. She thought of how Phylicia might be handling it right now. How she might react if she was told that this whole mess was a big mistake. She would probably be very upset, Audrey thought. For a second, she imagined that Phylicia wasn’t a lesbian, and that perhaps something similar was going on in her mind. The thought passed.

Outside, her butane lighter made its usual sound. Its blaze lit up the inside of the marble bowl; then followed with the usual sound of her breath, inhaling almost violently. It really was a beautiful pipe, she thought. Her cousin had bought it for her in Mexico. Its rigid tube was made to be the stem of a flower; the bowl portion was fashioned like the bloom. The workmanship on it almost made you forget what it was intended for. She was becoming more relaxed already.

Marijuana hadn’t been part of her vocabulary for very long. Stuart had introduced her just last summer during a family camping excursion. Her cousin lived in Windsor and only visited one or twice a year with the family. During his stay, she’d caught him several times in the little gully behind their house. At first he denied it, then tried to get Audrey to smoke after he’d admitted what he was doing. Of course she was reluctant at first. But eventually self-discipline gave way to curiosity. 

Besides, it was fun to have a secret from everybody, as long as it wasn’t being gay. She chuckled at that, and, for a second or two, pondered what her father might be angrier about if he ever found out. Suddenly the situation didn’t seem so bad, and then, the familiar relief came flooding back to her mind all at once. She was lifted above her problems for now, except for ridding this awful smell. Concentrating hard, she stowed the pipe and remains into a plastic bag, then into a thermos.

Later that night, after dinner, and homework, she sat watching T.V. and remembered her mother for the first time that day. Clenching her teeth, she tried to concentrate on the commercial. To no avail however, this was tougher. Gently, she wept, thinking about what her mother might have said about her beautiful flower pipe.

The next day was gorgeous. The sun rose beautifully, cloudlessly. The morning was chilly and March still brought frost to the car windows and ran down the gutters of the house. The ground was frozen, and Audrey sat on her roof, watching. The sun rise was early, 6:22 AM. She wouldn’t miss it. For some reason, the sun rise was important today. Her father was still off on business, and she figured she’d be back inside before kids started to pass the house on their way to school. Some things were tougher.

She decided not to go to school, for better or worse. She still needed some time to think. This wasn’t like her at all. She hated sitting around, and she hated being stuck even more. Usually the problem would’ve unraveled itself in her mind already. Instead, her brain stammered. Now, she envied herself from yesterday, with her biggest problem being from chapter seven, somewhere in the mess of textbooks downstairs.

And, whatever it was worth, she thought after a time, Phylicia Spelman had given her an unclear lesson of EMF.

The sunrise came and went, and Audrey Porter descended her roof. Inside, she put on the kettle. For some reason she’d be having cravings for tea. It seemed to fit now, she thought. And as she dipped into the living room to turn on the fireplace, she was startled by a familiar voice.

“You’re up early,” her father’s heavy Norwegian accent filled the room. He sat on the wicker rocking-chair in the corner. Looking up from his newspaper, unrocking and silent, his eyes pierced into his daughter.

“Father,” she hid surprise, “I thought you weren’t back until tomorrow.”

“I cancelled the last conference,” the important man turned his gaze to the fireplace, “I was able to catch a connecting flight last night. I was in early this morning.” He looked back to the paper and shuffled in his chair.

“Why’d you do that?” Audrey usually didn’t ask about the work.

“Aren’t you happy to have me home early?” His eyes remained locked on the politics section of the paper.

“Yes, of course,” she replied lightly, smiling.

“How did your test go the other day?”

“Fine.”

“That’s good Audrey,” his voice trailed off as he became suddenly more interested in whatever article he was reading. Audrey returned to the kitchen to attend to the water. Malachi Porter, who had married young, had his wife taken from him eight years after Audrey was born. His past and present life was practically a mystery to his daughter. He never told, and she never asked.

“I’m not feeling very well at all today,” she returned with her tea and sat down on the white loveseat.

“Ah, you’re not sick,” he reassured her, turning a page.

“No Dad. I think I really am. I was throwing up last night,” she lied. Audrey cuddled her tea against herself, reached for a blanket.

“Well if you say so,” he looked above his glasses at her, folded the newspaper, “I’m going to get ready. If I’m lucky, I can get in a full day at the office.” He left the room with his paper, and headed upstairs to the shower. 

Audrey finished her tea. She went to her room feeling inadequate. She half-slept the rest of the day. Early in the afternoon, she dreamt about Phylicia and her mother playing field hockey against her in the state tournament. She lost. Phylicia and her mother won. And her father laughed at her from the stands, smoking a flower pipe.

A 15-minute walk away, at roughly the same time, another girl was dreaming about Audrey. She held a vegetable and a hose-style shower head, and was very much awake. She was enjoying herself. And just as Audrey saw her father laughing in the stands of the state finals; Phylicia was climaxing, accepting, after a short ordeal, being gay…

Another night passed. Before this though, Phylicia had spoken with her parents, Malachi had gotten in a full day of work, and Audrey had smoked another quarter bag. Just after dawn, clouds settled into the valley. The forecast was a rainy Friday. Phylicia woke a lot happier than she had the day before. Her parents would be distressed, she knew.

“It’s just, I don’t know what it means,” she had said the night before, tearfully.

“That’s fine honey,” her mother had taken her usual ‘concerned’ tone; “we don’t expect you to. But we’re very happy you told us this.” Her mother’s brown wavy hair was the closest thing to looking like her daughter. And really, Phylicia had gotten her hair from her father anyway. Her mother was tall, and her body easily revealed the repercussions of childbirth.

“Yes we appreciate it very much. We want you to know we’re always here for you, whatever problems you might be having. And, if you ever don’t feel like talking to us, you can always spend a weekend at your dad’s house if you want, and talk to him.” This was Phylicia’s mother’s boyfriend talking. Her parents had split two years ago. It had been relatively painless, and she actually like them better apart as it happened.

“Yeah I know. Like I said, I just don’t know what this means. I’m not a total lesbian or anything, you know?” the words came awkwardly to her. She was no longer crying, “I just need to see where this is going with Audrey.”

She had felt much better after talking with Vince and her mother. They were understanding and supportive enough. And the more she thought about the situation lately, the more it made sense. Her attraction to Audrey was real. And as she remembered the fantasies she had as a younger girl, she realized that many of them involved envy of other girls.

A small complication was that she couldn’t really place what turned her on about people in general. She still liked men. That was certain. She would always like men. But of the girls she liked and envied, she found herself strongly attracted to them. More thought about this had to be done later, she decided.

Phylicia was a little nervous as she left the house that morning. She wore contacts, and left her long, curly, light brown hair down. She decided to wear a light rose colored tank-top with white jeans and her very sleek black belt. Today was going to be a good day. Or, at least, it would be if she saw Audrey. Socks though, she would wear socks anyways.

A little ways away in her own house, Audrey Porter was ready. She’d made excellent time on her morning routine. And somehow, sometime during the night, her homework had been finished with painstaking effort. Efficient and deadly, today she’d wear a dark grey long sleeve shirt and one of her typical black skirts. She packed her grey trench coat for the grey skies, couldn’t be too careful. Black hair, brown eyes and grey clothing. No chopsticks today though, perhaps, just hairpins.

She strode out the door stoic and confident. The march to school was short, and hopefully the day would be too. With any luck she’d be able to hand in her physics homework late with no trouble, and get this Phylicia business out of the way.

The day passed quickly in the beginning for both girls. They didn’t see each other until the early afternoon, lunch time, when the girl in black happened to notice Phylicia standing further down the hall. Audrey moved up on her quickly. Standing behind her, she said, “Phylicia.”

“Audrey,” she said turning around, a little panicked, “I’m glad I got to see you today actu…” she was cut off.

“I’m sorry,” Audrey said abruptly, “if you got the wrong idea from the other day.” Her face hid a deep pain. Phylicia could feel her heart sink. It felt like the muscle of happiness that had been gripping her brain so hard this past day, had suddenly completely let go, leaving her totally alone, and exposed to this new anguish.

“Umm, yeah. It was a bizarre night. I’m sorry for leav…” cut off again.

“Don’t apologize. I just wanted to make sure we are okay.”

Phylicia hesitated for a second, and then objected. “Well Audrey,” she said with some difficulty, “I really think we need to talk about this some more.”

The thought struck her like a baseball bat. “Uh, I don’t see why,” she said this nicely.

“For god sakes Audrey.”

The black-haired one hesitated, then spoke, “Alright. Fine.” She took a deep breath, “I’m free after school.”

“Good. Meet me by the front doors. I’ll talk to you later.” She was learning how to deal with this girl. It felt good to be able to talk about this sort of thing at least half maturely.

The last class was longer. After making some plans with her friends, Phylicia met Audrey at the front door. They both agreed to walk to Phylicia’s house; it was on the way to Audrey’s anyhow. Phylicia Spelman was used to getting a ride home from one of her friends.

“So what exactly did you want to talk about?” she wanted this over. They both sauntered down the road. The sky was still grey, and the lazy pace of the two girls walking down the quiet street went unnoticed.

“I think you know,” Phylicia said very matter-of-factly.

“Look, I don’t know why it happened. I don’t have an answer, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I don’t want an answer,” Phylicia stopped walking a moment, “I just want to know how you feel.”

Audrey paused, and stopped a few paces up. Without turning around she said, “Fine then. I feel annoyed. I feel that this is too complicated and that we should forget about everything that happened that day.”

“Wow,” Phylicia looked up for a moment, “I couldn’t imagine what it would be like. To be able to push something like that down. That’s amazing,” she said sourly.

“What do you suggest Phylicia? I’m not a lesbian.”

“Then what are you?” she looked back down at the other girl in front.

Audrey hesitated, then began walking again. After a short time, Phylicia Spelman followed.

“Well what are you then huh?” she repeated. She continued her pursuit, “Audr…”

“Fuck you.” Audrey wheeled and turned around. She had her father’s eyes at that moment, piercing into the other girl, “I don’t know. What the hell are you?” She was clearly getting upset. Her hard, trained manner was wavering, but she was still composed.

“Hey,” Phylicia retaliated, “until two days ago, I was straight. But some things have happened since then that can’t just be ignored,” unflustered. She surprised herself with this. “I can’t ignore what happened.”

“Well I don’t know what to say to you.” She turned around again, facing away.

“You could say that it meant something to you, at least.” Her eyes darted around looking for an answer somewhere on the quiet suburban street. “I mean, god. At least say you had fun.”

“No.”

This was extremely frustrating. Phylicia clenched a fist. “That’s impossible Audrey. I was there too. We were both having fun. We were both really into each other. I know I was in love with you for those few moments. We were both in love with each other. We both…” now this would be the most difficult thing she’d ever have to say in her whole teenage life. She took her time, preparing herself for her own word. Taking a deep breath, she said, “…came.”

Audrey Porter closed her eyes at that, and sighed deeply. This was definitely not how she thought the conversation would go. Some things were tougher.

“Yes I know,” she said, almost sadly. She began walking again, and things were silent for a long time. Phylicia let go of the fist and jogged to catch up. The mood turned suddenly, from hostile to a kind of mourning. They passed seven or eight more houses before anything was said again.

“I know,” she repeated. “I loved it,” she was admitting this to herself as much as to Phylicia. She spoke slowly, and softly, “It was fantastic. No one had paid that much attention to me in such a long time.” She looked at the ground as she spoke, “I know it looks like I have lots of friends. But I don’t really. They’re mostly acquaintances. I only talk to them at school.”

Phylicia paid close attention, forgetting that they were passing her house.

“I know what they all think of me though. They hate me. They think I’m a bitch.”

“I don’t think you’re a bitch,” Phylicia said this as nicely as she could. Despite this, the other girl stopped again, and gave her an unmistakable look of disbelief.

“No, really. You’re not,” she half lied. Things were a lot more complicated now than they had been, and there was a lot left to learn still about this girl. There had to be reasons.

Audrey smiled. One unicorn down… and hot-damn, it didn’t even ruin the sweater.

“Thanks Phylicia. You know, you’re not so bad yourself,” she said, more emotionally.

The two girls reconciled on their way to Audrey’s house. They didn’t really talk about how Phylicia hadn’t gone home. They were both hoping it wouldn’t come up. Besides, they wanted to talk some more, and Malachi wouldn’t be home for a couple hours yet.

They took a very long route to Audrey’s house. The detour added another fifteen minutes roughly. As they walked and talked, the mood lightened. They talked about the field hockey team, and the season they were having. They talked about their houses they lived in, and a little about their families. Phylicia learned that the girl’s mother had passed away roughly ten years ago. She was the first one her age to console Audrey about that.

It started raining as the girls approached Audrey’s street. In a minute, a light rain had turned heavy, and now both girls ran to relieve themselves of the downpour. Phylicia’s light tank top became drenched and even a little translucent as they ran together under Audrey’s coat. After the half hour talk, they were both ready for some more brilliant tea. They approached the newly built house laughing.

“Oh gawd, Audrey, I’m soaked!” Phylicia managed. She felt her shirt clinging to herself. She was aware of how she looked, but honestly, she was unhurried to do anything about it.

Audrey had taken the pins out of her hair. She let it fall down the whole way, drenched. Phylicia noticed for the first time just how long it was. Her straight black hair had never looked better than now, in the pouring rain. And then, at that moment, Phylicia decided that Audrey had never looked better, her black hair running soaked all the way down her back.

“Oh so am I.” she said laughing, taking a look at herself for the first time in a while. She fumbled for her keys in her bag. Hardly even able to see, she pulled them free, and let them both into the house.

Breathing hard, they burst into the house, both sopping wet. They stood in the entrance for a few minutes, ringing off clothing and still laughing. Audrey took in the other girl standing in front of her. Slowly, the giggling receded, and suddenly she felt the urge to say something she’d been meaning to for the past half hour.

“Phylicia.” The other girl recognized the serious tone; she stopped and looked up at Audrey. They both looked beautiful. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry.” Before Phylicia could say anything, she continued, “I’m sorry for making you do… anything you didn’t want to.”

“No, no Audrey. Don’t be sorry, please. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No really. It’s just that…” her words trailed off. She looked at the other girl for some sign that she knew what she was talking about.

“I know,” Phylicia said simply.

For the first time in two days, the girls touched each other. Audrey fell into Phylicia’s arms and they hugged in the foyer for a time. Phylicia could feel the girl’s nipples through the soaked clothing. She must be freezing, she thought, then wondered if hers might feel the same.




Phylicia's Arch Rival Ch. 03



“Do you have the same tea from the other day?” Phylicia tried to make the taller girl feel better. Warming up would do them both some good right now.

Audrey began to move into the kitchen, Phylicia followed. “Yes. That’s a great idea.” Audrey paused, then moved past the kitchen stove,” Let’s change first though. We’re both soaked. I have something that’ll fit you.”

The girls floated into the room. Phylicia was slightly nervous as she entered. She remembered the place extremely well. Audrey went to the closet.

“I pretty much only look good in dark colors. That’s why I never gave this thing a chance. It should look good on you though.” She held up the soft yellow blouse. It was very pretty, Phylicia thought. She wondered whether Audrey would want her to change now. Her nipples were obviously still hard. For the first time, she noticed a sexual tension in the air. It felt very familiar.

With Audrey still fumbling in the closet, Phylicia peeled off her white tank top. She threw the shirt aside and moved towards the blouse on the bed. Audrey turned around in time to see her, and tried to hide a blush. Phylicia stopped a moment, looking back.

Audrey took an awkward step towards the bed, unsure of what to say. “I…uh…”

“You what?” Phylicia said, knowing very well what ‘I…uh…’ meant.

“I meant to say… I still envy you,” their eyes locked on each other, “your body.”

“I don’t think it’s envy Audrey,” Phylicia felt her pace quicken. It seemed like an hour passed each time one of them said something. “I feel it too.”

“Really?” Audrey moved closer again, this time her eyes scanned the girl’s body. She felt her own breathing get heavier, and instantly, she knew what she wanted. She wanted this girl, with her curly brown hair and petite figure. With her perfect round breasts, and beautiful green eyes. Suddenly, Phylicia was the centre of the universe. Time moved with her every breath. Space seemed to grow and shrink as if somehow connected with Phylicia’s spirit.

Very slowly, Audrey began to remove her shirt. Phylicia stepped in closer. Lightly, she touched Audrey’s hands, and guided them until her black turtleneck was gone. She let her hands stay with Audrey’s, as the two closed the gap between them.

“Really,” Phylicia said, looking up, wanting, aching, for a kiss. The other girl had fairer skin, beautiful brown eyes, and reminded Phylicia of someone more beautiful and more innocent than god’s green earth would even allow. Like an elf, banished forever into the dream world, for her beauty, grace, and allure, to be left undying, and untouched, for all eternity.

“I need you Phylicia,” Audrey spoke softly. And then, the two girls kissed a long, deep, passionate kiss. They were no where else but inside each others mouths. Audrey rolled her tongue in and over top of Phylicia’s. They breathed hard, they felt their hearts beating, and eventually, their hands started to grasp at each other.

Phylicia’s mind raced. The fantasy she’d been dreaming about yesterday was coming true. Audrey started to handle her breasts. She wanted her nipples pinched, so bad she almost said it. She could feel herself starting to warm up. Her pussy, she could feel it burning. Then, as if knowing what she wanted, Audrey rolled her nipples between her thumb and index finger, fascinated with them.

Slowly, they removed each others bras, first Audrey, then Phylicia. She moved the taller one down to her bed, so she was lying down on her front. In the same way that Audrey had done it in her fantasy, Phylicia slowly moved the girl’s pants down past her hips, exposing her hairless, childlike bottom. Phylicia took her time smelling. She noticed Audrey’s pussy lips were lightly covered in a day-old shadow of hair.

She finished removing the girl’s pants, right down past her feet. She smelled again, removing the socks, caressing the feet that were burned in her memory. Then, she turned Audrey over, and moved up the bed to kiss her chest. She played with Audrey’s nipples in between her lips, rolling her tongue around the tip.

The familiar taste of sweat greeted Phylicia’s lips as she worked her way around the girl’s chest. Audrey moaned and ran her hand through Phylicia’s hair as she felt the tongue bringing her half way to heaven. She could feel her pussy tingling, but she knew she had to drag it out longer this time, make it last.

She moved her hands down to Phylicia’s waist, clutching at the belt, trying to unhook it. Quickly, she ripped the thing off and unbuttoned her white jeans. She had to disturb Phylicia’s licking for a moment to peel the pants off, revealing the same light blue thong from the other day. Audrey noticed that the girl was already wet, and that her pubic hair made the front of the thong puff out a little bit.

“I want to taste you again, Phylicia,” she almost whispered.

“Me first,” Phylicia smiled. At that, Audrey moved her down the bed, and laid her back down. She slid up and very slowly, spread Phylicia’s legs apart. She pushed the thong to one side and carefully dipped two fingers inside. They came back sopping wet. She eyed them for a second, then slowly brought them up to Phylicia’s mouth, where she tasted herself.

“Mmmm,” she said, slightly arching her back. Audrey quickly kissed her on the mouth, and her hand went back down to Phylicia’s slit. She teased the clit lazily, massaging around it, avoiding it. Phylicia couldn’t help pushing her waist up to meet the soft hands of her lover.

“Let’s do it together,” Audrey whispered in between kisses. “It’ll be better that way… together.”

“Uh huh,” was all Phylicia could manage, her vagina burning and her clit thoroughly teased. Her lips left Audrey’s and her head fell back down to the pillows. She saw Audrey removing her underwear, she then did the same. Audrey turned around, facing the end of the bed, and slid her body up so her perfect feet were touching the headboard.

Phylicia grabbed her knees, bringing them up closer to her stomach, then spread them as far as they would go. Audrey crouched down and made herself comfortable. Unhurried, she took a deep breath of the other girl’s pussy, the long straight brown pubic hair, drenched in all but rain. It made her voracious, her heart beat even faster. Timidly, she licked the top of the clit first; she wanted this to be slow.

Phylicia dove in, french-kissing Audrey’s hole as deeply as she could. Whatever juices came floating out, she would eat hungrily. This shocked Audrey a little, her back arched and she forgot what she was doing. Phylicia played with her clit in between her index and middle finger, rubbing, massaging.

Audrey forced herself to focus. She started again, sucking Phylicia’s clit hard. Her nose was buried in the soft, wet opening of her vagina. She reached her hands out and grasped at Phylicia’s feet. She gripped the girl’s ankles firmly and made her spread her legs even further apart. She pressed them down into the bed, and secured them there with one hand.

With the other hand, she went back to Phylicia’s hole. She pressed three fingers inside and was surprised how easily they went in. She could hear a sound come from Phylicia from the sudden bolt of pleasure this gave her. Audrey moved them in and out, sliding them easily from the mix of sweat, saliva, and her own juices. She wondered at putting in a forth finger.

Phylicia was breathing harder and harder as she continued to massage Audrey’s clit. She liked the taste of Audrey better than herself, she thought. It was sweeter; she wished she could eat it all the time. Her tongue kept blasting the entrance of Audrey’s vagina. But, sadly, she knew that she’d need more than this if she was going to cum even harder than she did last time.

She decided to finish Audrey off and then ask for a special favor. She wanted something intense, always bigger, always better. That was what sex meant, especially with this girl. That’s what she needed, she decided.

Audrey could barely help herself from exploding, but she wanted to hold on and wait for her lover to join her. Her breathing was shallow and fast, she was sweating, she could feel her heart beat in her chest, and a firework about to go off between her legs.

“Just go baby…. Let it go… Let it go… You’re so fucking hot… Just let it go…” Phylicia said, with a mouthful of pussy. With that, Audrey did let go. She came hard, pushing her hips towards Phylicia’s face, mashing it up against the pillows.

She stopped her work on Phylicia, and rolled onto her side and almost off the bed. “God… damnit…” she explained, still breathing hard. “That was so good.”

“Could you do me? Audrey? In the shower?” Phylicia tested this. She was unsure how Audrey would react.

“Yeah… I want to do you babe,” Audrey said, still facing the end of the bed, “come on.”

They both got up from the bed, still undressed. Phylicia instructed Audrey to go get something resembling a cucumber or a carrot, preferably skinned, and meet her in the bathroom. She asked her where it was, then headed over and started the hot water. She decided that if she was here now, with this opportunity, she would try to have the most intense screaming orgasm she’d ever had. If tomorrow she woke up and Audrey hated her again, at least she would have this.

Control was a funny thing, she thought at that moment. But had no more time to think about it when Audrey appeared at the bathroom door.

Audrey came with a cucumber. Not unlike the one she’d used yesterday in her own shower. It might have been even a little thicker, but she wasn’t really sure. Her breathing was still fast, and she was even more turned on now than she had been back in Audrey’s room.

“I heated it up like you asked. Did I skin this enough? Is this too thick for you?”

“It’ll be fine,” she said, easing herself down into the tub. “Here, get inside with me. Aim the hot water over here,” Phylicia said. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. Audrey obeyed.

Getting herself into the tub, Audrey gripped the vegetable and lowered it down to her lover’s crotch. Phylicia spread her legs as far as they would go outside the tub, she took another deep breath. Thinking about it for a minute, Audrey quickly leaned in and kissed her.

“I want this to be perfect for you,” she said. Then, eyeing the giant vegetable, she took the cucumber and pushed it slowly into Phylicia’s vagina. The shorter girl’s jaw dropped, and instantly she was taken to a higher place, experiencing nothing all at, not the coldness of the solid bathtub, or the harshness of the bathroom lights, but pure pleasure. Pure, towering pleasure that so far, she had never even dreamt of.

Audrey pushed more, then relaxed it. Then pushed more, then let it out a little bit. She didn’t want it to hurt.

“All of it…” Phylicia managed to say, panting. “All of it.”

She gave her all of it. Phylicia clenched her toes and let a moan of pleasure escape from her lips. The hot water, streaming down on both of them, along with her own fingers, massaged her swollen clit. Audrey pumped the thing in and out, and saw her lover disappear into ecstasy.

“Oh god….. Uhhhhhh,” Phylicia moaned again, arching her back. “Audrey….. Say something.” The other girl continued her work on Phylicia’s pussy. She watched in awe how the girl took in its massive girth.

“You’re wonderful Phylicia! You’re beautiful! I want you so bad! You’re so hot!” Audrey stammered. She began rubbing Phylicia’s breasts with her other hand, anything that would make this girl cum.

“Oh Audrey…. God…. Please… Hold my hand!” she yelled desperately. Her hand went out into the air searching for her lover. Audrey whirled her hand around in a circle a couple of times before connecting with it. She gripped the other girl’s hand tightly, and waited for this orgasm.

Phylicia completely relaxed every muscle in her body just seconds before the orgasm struck. She gritted her teeth instantly as the thing rocked her entire body and sent waves of pleasure down every orifice and every part of her tired little figure. Her toes clenched, then unclenched, and every muscle and every bone in her body was completely still for a few more seconds.

Audrey shook the water off her head, and carefully removed the cucumber from Phylicia’s sore, swollen pussy lips. Audrey let it go, and it clanged the bottom of the tub with its heavy weight. “God damnit Phylicia,” she said, almost in disbelief.

The two of them sat there in the tub for a time, not saying anything. Instead, they listened to each other’s breathing. They held hands, lying beside each other in the tub. Audrey almost said something, but decided not to. Instead, she closed her eyes, loving the softness of the other one for a while. She didn’t need words right now.

They both felt like sleep. Phylicia could pass out in the tub if she wanted to. But, she decided, she’d rather sleep with this girl in her bed. She wanted to cuddle with her, just to feel her breathing for a while. Maybe Audrey would like that, she thought. She took a breath, and prepared to break the silence.

Not horror… but something far beyond it struck the pangs of Audrey’s mind, as downstairs, she heard the front door unlock and open, followed by the sound of a heavy, Norwegian accent…