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Words Made Flesh Ch. 01

By: ungenderless



CHAPTER 1

It was the kind of safe, boring neighborhood that you might see in early movies. When walking down its sidewalks, one would immediately notice two distinct characteristics; well-kept yards and quiet ambience. Scattered chirps came from birds that were invisible among trees. Every lawn was a healthy shade of green. Walkways had no fallen leaves, as if the wind itself had swept them back under the trees from which they came.

Strolling up one of these walkways was Sophia, a college girl in her early twenties with jet black hair and eyeliner to match. Though her breasts were nothing to pity, the pale orange blouse that she chose to wore was just a little to loose to bring any one's attention to that fact. Besides, she was more than a little self conscious about her weight; she knew she was by no means obese, but neither could she look into a mirror without critiquing her image almost fanatically. The black miniskirt, however, was quite flattering against her flawlessly pale skin.

Sophia walked up to the door with a stride that was unsure of whether it wanted to profess excitement or nervousness. She did her best to suppress her giddiness at seeing Amelia before knocking briskly on the door. She paused, silently arguing with herself over whether she should first present herself with or without her sunglasses, then tried knocking again. Amelia was expecting a call from her, so surely she'd be home. After another pause, Sophia shrugged her shoulders and tried the doorknob. It turned without effort. She took an obligatory moment to consider that what she was doing may be considered intrusive, but then shrugged that off, too.

"Hello?" She half spoke, half whispered into the empty room. Why was she being quiet? Quite simply, there was a sound of running water coming from the master bathroom. A whispered announcement of her presence satisfied both that criteria of having good manners, while not spoiling her chance to see her dear Amelia bathing nude. Her miniskirt barely even moved when she began to walk slowly towards the back of the house.

"I beg of you to speed your demonstrations, Madame, for I can no longer restrain myself; I'll discharge despite my efforts, and this redoubtable member, reduced to nothing, will be unable to aid your lessons"

These words were barely audible over the running water coming from the master bathroom. Sophia was unsure of whether it would be wise to continue creeping forward; what if she was caught? How would she explain herself? Was it possible to feign innocence while looking so flushed? However, a moment of pondering left her with logic to combat such fears; namely, there was little chance that someone who was reading to herself in a small room with a rather loud faucet running would hear her footsteps on the carpet. With this comforting thought, she continued forward.

"Ah, by God!"

The voice suddenly became more animated, causing Sophia to pause and recapture the logic behind her confidence. She continued still.

"What fullness of flesh and what coolness, what stunning elegance! Never have I seen one lovelier!"

She was now in front of the bathroom door that was partly open. This allowed her to see through the opening between the wall and the door itself. What she saw caused her to gasp, although her lips caught the gust of air before it could escape her lips. There was Estelle in the tub, her brunette hair clinging wetly to her bare chest. She held a book well above the water and was reading from it. The sight of her luscious breasts were enough to make any woman or man catch their breath, but this is not what startled her so. A head rested on her lap! A head that was attached to the most beautiful body that nature could have ever dreamed of creating - Amelia!

Amelia was blessed with the most alluring green eyes that were as penetrating as they were comforting. You couldn't tell that now though, for they were completely shut. Her facial expression revealed that she was lost in Ecstasy. Her tongue occasionally dared to explore the terrace of flesh that lay just outside of her mouth. She licked the underside of Estelle's breast slowly, as if savoring its taste. Sophia's eyes were treated to all of this while the brunette seductress continued to read passages from her book. Soon the tongue found an erect nipple and her mouth was obliged to close itself around it. This caused a little moan to slip from Estelle's lips, interrupting her in the middle of a sentence. Sophia watched with both speechless awe and searing jealousy. The fiery red hair of Amelia belonged to HER, not Estelle! Well, even if only in her dreams - God, if only they could be as lucid as this.

"In order to have the bewitching spectacle of so much beauty constantly before my eyes, Madame, could you not, by interlacing yourself, uninterruptedly offer my gaze these charming asses I worship?"

Sophia moved her head a little to the left so that her perspective through the opening could be manipulated in order to see what lay at the other end of the tub. Running water, to be sure - but might there be a peek at her forbidden fruit just waiting to be made?

There it was! Yes, that divine area that she would someday lay claim to. Amelia's pubic hair was trimmed neatly, just like Sophia's. Her legs were lying against the wall, spread wide and pointing towards the ceiling. This allowed her torso to rest comfortably directly under the bathtub's faucet. Estelle's fingers were holding her vagina wide open, so that the gush of hot water could stimulate her clitoris. Occasionally her thumb would gently stroke the fleshy bulb, causing Amelia's pelvis to rise instinctively. So that's why Amelia's face looked as though she was soaking up pleasure itself - she was!

It was as if this sight had triggered Sophia's ability to hear Amelia's moans - an ability that had not been there previously. Well, she supposed that they had been there the entire time, as they were gradually becoming louder and more intense. Her eyes were locked in place; were she to be spotted, she could not do anything about it. The sound of Amelia's orgasm held her completely captivated.

"Ah, my dearest one, what pleasures you give me."

With these last words, Estelle set the book down on a chair next to the tub and reached for a glass full of some clear liquid. Considering who was drinking it, Sophia knew that it could be anything from water to rum. Instead of drinking it herself, Estelle positioned the straw so that Amelia was able to suck from it.

"Mmm...yummy," Amelia purred, "to both liquids."

It was as if a magic rose shattered in some castle and the mysterious spell that had come over Sophia had been broken. She became self aware, and felt a sensation of panic quickly welling up inside her. It was an almost claustrophobic feeling that she feared would rapidly intensify if she did not leave right away. She snuck away a quietly as she could, praying that the sound of the carpet under her feet would not betray her.

"I wonder where Sophia is," Amelia finally spoke, "Wasn't she supposed to call us sometime around...whenever now is?"

Estelle gave a wicked grin and replied "Well...I don't know where she is NOW, but I know where she was a moment ago..."

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* Literary quotes come from 'Philosophy In The Bedroom', by The Marquis De Sade.

Words Made Flesh Ch. 02



"In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice." - Marquis De Sade

*

There were two points of interest on Sophia's desktop at this very moment.

The first was a slide show of her favorite lesbian pictures that she had come across on the internet. The sheer number of women who could be found online made her wonder how many of those she knew were also participating in similar acts, but have not had a camera catch them. Women of all sizes and ages were kissing, caressing, fondling and licking each other in both pairs and groups. In the bedroom, under a tree, on a kitchen counter, in a car...the possibilities really did seem endless.

Sophia reached down and turned her vibrator up a notch while she stared longingly at the pictures that passed by her eyes. For some reason, she found that it aroused her to hear the sound of the buzzing become muffled with the trembling phallus inside her. Occasionally the pleasure would overwhelm her and she would close her eyes for a moment. However, the fear of missing one of her favorite photos would soon jolt her eyelids back open. Though she used her hand to push the vibrator into herself, she found that contracting the muscles in her vagina allowed her to push it out again. Her boyfriend had provided her with information so that she could teach herself that trick. He enjoyed it very much.

However, now was the not the time to be thinking of him, for these moments were reserved exclusively for her girls.

Despite the visual stimulation provided by the images, what she found to be truly responsible for pushing her over the edge and into the dark abyss of verboten ecstasy was the second point of interest on her desktop. An anonymous person had once sent her a picture of Amelia topless, looking quite seductively at the camera. Sophia imagined that the photo captured Amelia using her eyes to invite her to do whatever she wished to her. She created a complete imaginary scenario in her mind, and it always ended with the two of them in bed together.

Even now, the very impressions of these thoughts caused her body to go into joyous convulsions as she gripped the vibrator to keep it from leaving that particular spot that amplified the pleasure. She took the rolling waves of pleasure as they came, with teeth clenched and breath held in her chest. Countless women passed over her monitor, but her thoughts were focused exclusively on Amelia.

After it was over, she tried to keep herself lost in that fantasy for as long as her body would allow her to be imprisoned. But, all too soon, her senses betrayed her and brought her back to the cold, harsh reality. The moments after her orgasms were usually the most difficult to endure, for no amount of pleasure could deceive her forever. No, this was a wonderful fantasy, but it was a fantasy nonetheless. Each time she opened her eyes, Amelia's warm body vanished and was replaced by the crude two-dimensional replica on her desktop.

She headed to the bathroom to clean herself and the vibrator, for now it was time for a different kind of release. These post-orgasm emotions always prompted her to type in her blog, and this was no exception. She returned to her seat with fresh panties on, and wasted no time in expelling her emotions into the keyboard.

"They say that when you are crazy, you are out of your mind...when really, you are in your mind and out of this world. Every one of us spends every night in our mind, dreaming. But some of us spend part of the day there, as well. Some of us long to bring the things that are in our head out into the real world, or at least have the real world mimic what is in our heads. But no matter what happens, we all have to make the choice to live in a dream world or in reality. So what does it mean when you can't decide where you'd rather be?"

Sighing gloomily to herself, she clicked on a link to check her email. There were two messages that surprised her there, both from Estelle. The first one was titled "I found another quote", while the second simply said "Sorry!".

Well, it really didn't matter how suspicious or intrigued Sophia felt, there was simply no possible way to avoid reading these messages. She decided to click on the second message before the second.

"Hey Sophia,

Listen, I'm so sorry about that last e-mail, I clicked on the wrong thing and it got sent to you completely by accident! I'm so embarrassed!

Estelle,

PS: Amelia says hi"

Sophia read it over a couple of times, particularly the line that mentioned Amelia. She wondered if Amelia really did say hi, or if Estelle just put that in there to make the letter more comforting after whatever the first one said. She quickly clicked on the 'next' button and waited impatiently for the first email to appear on her screen. It probably took about twenty seconds, but it felt like that number in minutes! When it finally did grace the monitor, she realized that it was a correspondence from Estelle to Amelia and back. Sophia knew to read it from bottom to top.

"From Estelle:

Hey babe, guess what? I found another quote for your essay on homosexuality. It's pretty hot, if I do say so myself:

"To fuck women in the rear is but the first part of buggery; 'tis with men Nature wishes men to practice this oddity, and it is especially for men she has given us an inclination. Absurd to say the mania offends Nature; can it be so, when 'tis she who puts it into our head? Can she dictate what degrades her? "

Whatcha think? We can say 'fuck' in our essays as long as we're quoting, right?"

Sophia had to pause in her reading to take in the words that had just infiltrated her brain. She'd never read anything like that before, and honestly couldn't decide whether she found it exciting or appalling, or perhaps a little of both. What was this new literature that they had become fascinated with lately? It bore no resemblance to modern pornography. Unable to help herself, she read further.

"Amelia wrote:

Damn! That's hot! What page did you find that on? I'm pretty sure we don't have to censor quotes, but if we do it'll be no big deal. We'll just SAY we're going to censor it and then say it REALLY LOUD, like Jim Morrison on the John Sullivan show. Muah! And if the bitch threatens to flunk us, we'll just blackmail her, no biggie.

Incidentally, I came across something that you might like...in fact, I KNOW you will like:

"Her ass is all yours. Suck it for her while my tongue licks her cunt, and between the two of us let's see if we can get her to swoon three or four times."

Don't write back until you've thought about this for a full minute!"

Sophia stared. Her head was facing the monitor, but her eyes were not focused at all. She could have been facing the very end of the world coming towards her and it would have failed to startle her. What had commanded her attention was entirely in her head. She couldn't help it.

There was Amelia kneeling in front of her, Estelle behind her. Sophia herself was standing in the middle with legs parted so that either of them could use their tongues to 'make her swoon three or four times'. She closed her eyes and imagined them thrusting their tongues into each hole simultaneously, causing her to feel as if she was being lifted off of the floor. It was just too good a fantasy to not acknowledge.

Her eyes came back into focus and she gave her head a little shake. There would be a time to elaborate on that fantasy, but the rest of the email was waiting.

"Estelle wrote:

Oh God, you know I love it when that dominating side comes out. In fact, my legs spread automatically for you when I read that line about blackmailing the bitch.

I'm afraid that time I spent thinking about that passage exceed your one minute time limit, and ended up quite messy. Wish you were here...

Ugh, time to hit lecture hall...very hard, with my head. Gotta go, see you soon!

Love,

Estelle"

The email was over so abruptly. Sophia wanted to read more! Then she remembered the other letter.

"Wow," she thought, "if I'd accidentally sent this to the wrong person, I'd just about die!"

Sophia went back to the first email and clicked the 'reply' button. She tried to come across as understanding while carefully trying to avoid sounding too enthusiastic. After hitting the send button, she decided to take a closer look at some of those quotes and punch them into a search engine. Maybe she could find out a little more about what they were studying. Anything to get her closer to Amelia.

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* Literary quotes come from 'Philosophy In The Bedroom', by The Marquis De Sade.



Words Made Flesh Ch. 03



"Well...we haven't heard anything yet," Estelle said to her lover, "maybe she's too shocked to respond."

"Nonsense my dear," Amelia reassured her, "she's just trying to figure out how to word her response. Give it time, you'll see."

"I told you we shouldn't have put that last quote in there. She can totally see through it."

"Hey," Amelia's voice became stern, "What did I say? She's gonna go for it and she won't suspect anything. So just chill out. Is your faith in me waning, hmm? Are you doubting my strategic abilities?"

"No mistress."

"Good. Now be still, like a proper mouse pad."

Both women were completely nude, and both were in front of the computer. However, there was one significant difference between the two that revealed which of them was submissive and which enjoyed dominion over the other. Amelia was sitting quite comfortably in a heavily-cushioned dark blue chair that was too big to fit under the computer desk. Her long, blood-red hair was quite striking against the fabric of her throne, and made her look like a goddess. Estelle, on the other hand, was draped across Amelia's lap on her back. Her legs hung freely over one of the chair's arms, while her head rested comfortably on the other arm.

Amelia rolled the mouse over Estelle's bare stomach, manipulating the cursor on the monitor. Estelle seemed to quite enjoy her predicament, although every once in awhile a giggle would escape her due to the rollers on the mouse touching a sensitive area on her lower tummy.

"Oh that tickles, does it?" Amelia said as a grin spread across her face.

"Hey," Estelle retorted, "be nice...or I won't play at all."

Amelia obviously took this as a challenge as the mouse began to creep its way from the lower stomach up to the cleavage between the breasts. Amelia's green eyes seemed to sparkle as they savored her lover's facial features shifting and eyelids fluttering in response to this. She cocked her head to the side and said "Oh...I think I can get you to play."

Estelle simply sighed, for she knew that she was helpless against her mistress's advances. After all, their personalities dictated the roles they played; it was not a conscious decision for either of them. Were it not for Amelia's unyielding pursuit in the first place, she might still be a virgin. Of course, none of that mattered at the moment because the wheels on the mouse were rotating against her left nipple, making it quite difficult to concentrate on anything else. She closed her eyes to better relish the gyrating movements of the device on her skin. She even found herself shifting her weight so that she could push her breast up into her lover's new toy. How could such a common household tool become such an erotic accessory?

Soon the wheels rolled from one breast to the other. They circled around the nipple at a moderate pace before crossing over it, causing her to again arch her chest with approval. The mouse's presence on the breast farthest away from Amelia gave her the opportunity to use her mouth on the one it had just left. After taking a moment to flick her tongue against the tip of the erect nipple, she wasted no time in clamping her entire mouth down and sucking. This unexpected change in sensation caused Estelle to moan loudly and open her eyes wide. She looked at her lover with a mix of pleasure and surprise.

"Do you want me to stop?" Amelia asked in a voice of mocked innocence.

"No mistress, please continue."

"Very well, but first I need to check the email, I think, which would mean that I should click here."

Her finger pressed down on the mouse, which was still positioned over Estelle's right nipple, with a little more force than usual. She glanced over at her lover's face to see that it had the desired effect. When she found that she had to move the cursor on the screen, her wrists movements would be purposefully exaggerated in order to press into the flesh that lay before her. Her human mouse pad squirmed accordingly.

"Well what do you know?" Amelia stated just a little too sarcastically, "guess what's waiting for us in the inbox? A letter from our little Sophia."

"Damn, that was fast!" Estelle's head shot up at the surprising news. "I thought for sure sh - oh!"

Estelle's mouth froze in mid-sentence and began to contort into an expression that was clearly lost in pleasure. The mouse had abandoned the breasts for a terrace of skin further down. Amelia rolled it back and forth over the top of Estelle's secreting flower, being careful to make sure that at least one of the wheels rubbed her clitoris.

"Told ya so," Amelia taunted softly in a sing-song voice.

"OK, you win," Estelle responded with a heavy breath.

Amelia smiled triumphantly to herself. Nothing gave her pleasure quite like gaining control over someone through seduction. Anything can be taken by force, but there is a kind of exclusive talent in aggravating one's desire so that they wish to be controlled. She took a moment to ponder the mysteries that Estelle's perspective must hold. For what might it be like to be submissive to another's will so agreeably? Amelia could not relate, for she despised anyone who had any degree of dominion over her freedom. There were already so many things in life that she found herself enslaved by, from primary necessities such as food and shelter, to issues of a greater complexity such as the need to be accepted by her peers. She hated being the slave. That's why she was quite happy with the nature of the relationship between her and her lover. She could be a mistress without the stupid outfits. After all, leather was just another stereotype to control her.

"Hey Estelle, don't worry about the email," Amelia read from the screen as she rocked the mouse back and forth on the bulb in her lover's vagina, "I've gotten letters mixed up before. Oh, you liar."

"It doesn't mean...mmm...that she...is lying, just cos...oh..." Estelle's voice made a feeble attempt at joining the conversation.

"Yeah, it does. She's trying to be comforting so that you don't get embarrassed. Of course she's lying. Just like your little 'P.S.' remark at the end of your letter."

"Hey, you were there. Saying that you said...oh, God...no, that wasn't it...saying that you said 'hi' was much easier than...mmmhmm, like that...then saying 'Amelia's in the room getting me off while I write this."

"Yeah, well...we don't want to spoil everything just yet, now do we?" Amelia replied as she increased the pressure and speed of the mouse, "If everything goes according to plan, which they will, you'll have your chance to see just how 'o.k.' she is with that."

"Mmm...oh..oh yeah...oh yeah!"

"We both will."

"OOOHHHGODDD!"

Estelle's eyes rolled back into her head as her cheeks flushed with intense delectation. Amelia smiled down at her, knowing that expression from countless times before. She never got tired of giving her girlfriend orgasms in new, imaginative ways. Her hand continued to roll the mouse back and forth at a slowed pace, letting her lover continue to ride the waves of the aftermath without interruption. She delighted in watching the muscles shudder involuntarily as each ripple came to her like an electric shock.

"So you see," Amelia continued after she was convinced that the aftershocks had subsided, "I was right and you were wrong." Her voice changed back to the melodic taunt, "I was right and you were wrong!"

"Shuddap! God you're one arrogant bitch, you know that?" Estelle retorted with a winded breath.

"Yeah, but you love it."

"Mmm...God yes, I do."

"God didn't just give you an orgasm dear."

"Yes mistress, I do."

"That's better." Amelia began to ponder out loud, "Now how do you suppose we shall handle this situation? How to get our delicious flower, who has yet to bloom, into our garden?"

"Let's invite her over to dinner and get her drunk. It's an old classic, never fails," Estelle said, and then added after receiving a strange look from Amelia, "it worked on me, didn't it?"

"True. Hmm...I like where you are going with this, but what of the boyfriend? You know she never goes anywhere without that accessory."

"Ewww! No boys! We'll drug him so he passes out, then we'll fuck her right there next to his lifeless body!"

This made Amelia laugh hysterically. "Oh Estelle! You are truly a woman after my own heart! God I could just eat you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack. Now get off me so that I can go wash this mouse." 



Words Made Flesh Ch. 04



The evening had, thus far, been a tad uncomfortable. Everyone had used the spaghetti in front of them to indulge in silence, for no topic was yet brought forth, and no one wanted to be the first to do so. However, an icebreaker soon came by a most unexpected means. Something small and fuzzy pushed up against Sophia's leg, making her start. She peered over the side of her chair to see a pair of green eyes staring up at her. A small black and white kitten took the eye contact as a sign of invitation and immediately hopped up on her lap. A moment later, the kitten was curled up quite comfortably and running his throaty motor in approval of the new guest.

"Well," Estelle said, "it appears you have received the official seal of approval from the cat. That's always a good sign." She winked as she said this to Sophia, who smiled back.

"What are we listening to?" Inquired Sophia, thankful for her brain to finally have thought up a topic.

"It's electronic classical remixes" answered Amelia, "this CD is very difficult to find."

"This guy takes popular classical songs and re-interprets them. This one's..." Estelle said as she tried to remember the name of the song.

"The Nutcracker Suite," Amelia finished for her.

"Oh," said Sophia, "I thought the melody sounded familiar."

"Wait'll you hear what they did to Bolero!" Estelle exclaimed, her face unable to hide her delight.

"It's...alright." Interjected Sophia's boyfriend, trying to sound as though he were merely trying unsuccessfully to hide his displeasure. Everyone at the table gave him a displeasured look of their own, although each bore a slightly different expression; Sophia appeared a little embarrassed, Estelle looked slightly offended, while Amelia's face betrayed the fact that she knew something like this would happen eventually.

"What's wrong with it?" Amelia asked, in a returning gesture, as though she were merely trying unsuccessfully to hide her dislike of him.

"It's just..." the boyfriend tried to find his words, "this kind of remaking does a great disservice to the original composers. I'm sure they would have never wanted their music to be withered down to a common fad."

"Industrial music is not a fad," Amelia retorted through her teeth. She was clearly having a difficult time controlling her temper.

"Well, it's like using classic rock in car insurance commercials."

"Don't you mean BEER commercials?"

"Well that's a bit different I think."

Amelia's eyes bulged slightly at this hypocrisy as she took a deep breath with the intention of raising her voice in order to drive her point home with more authority.

"What do -"

"Wine time everyone!"

Everyone had been so intently listening to or involved in the current conversation that no one had noticed that Estelle had slipped into the kitchen and prepared glasses of Chardonnay. Estelle stood at the door frame with two filled glasses and an expression that clearly had every intention of changing the subject.

For a long moment, everyone was silent. The music pulsed in the background just loud enough to be heard clearly without being overwhelming. Familiar melodies were accompanied by unfamiliar mechanical rhythms. Yet, after hearing them, one would not think to question their harmony with each other. Many strings filled the air gracefully, while industrial drums kept them from floating too high.

The silence had ushered the four over to the two couches in the living room. Sophia and her boyfriend had chosen to sit on the couch closer to the middle of the room, while the other two planted themselves on the one against the wall. It was not long before the kitten had joined them, placing herself in between the two laps. Estelle had given the guests the full glasses, after she poured Amelia and then herself some. Eventually the tension left them, and they discussed the various trivial matters of the world that we all discuss at one time or another. At one point, Sophia and her boyfriend intertwined each other's arms and took a sip from their lover's glass. This caused Estelle to widen her eyes and look to Amelia, who only shrugged. The other pair took no notice of this.

Finally, the time had come to change the topic.

"So, you like to go to parties?" Amelia spoke into the air, curious to see which of them would answer.

"Hell yeah," the boyfriend responded arrogantly, "a party's just warmin' up until I get there."

Sophia looked a little uncomfortable as her boyfriend began to brag about how he was, without exception, the life of the party. Amelia seemed to be oblivious to his egotistic remarks, however, for she just continued to ask questions that would prompt his self-edification.

"So I bet you can really hold your liquor, huh?"

"You know it! Even when I'm smashed, I can remember everything the next day, and I never do anything stupid-"

The wine glass hit the carpet with a soft thud just as his head began to wobble. He tried to pretend that there was nothing wrong and kept talking, but his words were too slurred for anyone to understand. The kitten stopped purring and lifted her head to see where the noise had come from. She looked on curiously.

"Honey?" Sophia shook his shoulder worriedly as his head slumped to the side. "Honey, what's wrong?"

She shot a look of desperation over at the girls, only to find the both of them smiling wickedly. This confused her terribly, and the fixation on her boyfriend's state did not allow her brain to process the meaning behind the expressions she had just witnessed. Finally, after a panicked sigh and two more glances, she froze while catching their faces with her eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked suspiciously, "Did you do something?"

As she spoke these words, she began to feel a little drowsy. She gave her head a quick shake and then looked horrified at the two across from her.

"Oh God, what did you do?"

"Relax, sweetheart," replied Amelia calmly, "You weren't supposed to drink from his glass. Don't worry, you only took a sip.

You'll be fine."

"I'll be fine?" Sophia asked, almost breathlessly, "What about him?"

"He'll be fine...later." said Amelia as she got up and walked towards Sophia. Amelia's cold and confident grin frightened her. By contrast, Estelle held a rather reassuring expression on her face.

"I don't understand," Sophia pleaded, now quite frightened, "Why are you doing this?"

Amelia let a moment of silence pass before answering, "Modesty is an antiquated virtue which you, so rich in charms, ought to know wonderfully well how to do without."

These words caused the girl toy in front of her to looked confused, which is exactly what she had intended to have happen. Amelia found herself rather enjoying being in control of a new plaything. God, what a rush it was to watch Sophia watch her every move with complete uncertainty! The power of being able to manipulate the weak was so intoxicating, it almost felt as if she had taken a sip of the boyfriend's wine herself.

Amelia sat down next to Sophia, her face gradually changing from calculating to comforting. She looked Sophia deep into the eyes, which distracted her enough so that Sophia didn't notice her hand resting on her leg. She could see that the kind of fear within her new and inexperienced prey was the kind that paralyzed. This gave her a boost of confidence as she leaned in closer, so that their lips were almost touching. She watched Sophia sit perfectly still, barely breathing.

"I know what you want," Amelia breathed into Sophia's lips, "and it's ok."

Time itself dared not to move as her eyes moved back and forth between Sophia's trembling lips and innocent eyes. Amelia could see the temptation welling up inside of the woman in front of her. She knew that if she just waited long enough, Sophia would be unable to resist. She watched with anticipation as Sophia's lips parted slightly and her eyes fluttered. Just a little longer...

Sophia could not think straight. Two conflicted emotions latched onto each other and writhed inside of her as though they were puzzle pieces trying to fit together. Why did they have to struggle? Wasn't there some way that they could co-exist harmoniously? The seductress in front of her sure seemed to think so. She opened her lips to take Amelia's scent into her mouth. Maybe if they knew what Amelia tasted like, the two conflicting emotions could resolve their differences, if just for the moment. Yes, just this one moment. Nothing else in the world mattered right now except Amelia's lips. Those delectable, luscious lips were begging to be touched with hers. How could she be so cruel as to deny them?

Sophia closed her eyes and leaned into the lips in front of her. They kissed, and everything else in existence vanished. There was no music. There was no Estelle. There was no boyfriend. There was only her new lover, and her new lover's mouth. Their tongues caressed each other frantically, as though they'd never feel anything again if they stopped. Then, it was over.

Sophia kept her eyes closed, for fear that this Amelia, too, would be two-dimensional when she awoke from this erotic dream. Instead of the chill of an empty room, however, she felt warm breath on her neck. The dry warmth was followed by a soft, wet tongue. Her head tilted back, inviting the mouth to explore further. The moisture quickly changed from warm to cold as the tongue left each spot to explore a new one.

Suddenly she felt a new sensation - or the same one on a vastly different location on her body. It was difficult to be sure, as she still felt dazed. The sensation was similar to drifting in and out of a dream. After a moment of lethargic rationalization, she discerned two mouths; one on the left side of her neck, one on the right. She decided, for the moment, that this was not strange enough to warrant the investigation of her eyes. Therefore, they stayed shut as both tongues continued to climb up to the edges of her cheeks.

At once, the two tongues had found their way into her mouth at once. This was unlike any sensation that she had experienced before. Try as she might to fondle both, she found that they definitely had the upper hand. They took turns; one would explore the inside of her mouth, while the other stroked her tongue back and forth. Finally, Sophia could take no more, and rested her head back onto the couch. The two mouths redoubled their efforts, and kissed with such passion that she imagined them as one voluptuous creature. All three mouths were pressed up against each other hard.

Then, cold. A sensation that told her the mouths had retracted. This caused Sophia to finally open her eyes. There before her, looking quite pleased with themselves, were Amelia and Estelle. She found comfort in their friendly, triumphant stares. She tilted her head wearily and caught sight of her boyfriend slumped over next to her with her peripheral vision. Her expression, which had been ever so close to a content smile, had contorted into one of horror and self-loathing. He was right next to her the whole time.

"Oh God," she spoke quietly, "What did I do?"

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* Literary quotes come from 'Philosophy In The Bedroom', by The Marquis De Sade.



Words Made Flesh Ch. 05



Though it was no later than 4 p.m, not a ray of light could be seen in Sophia's bedroom. There were dark, heavy blankets covering the window and the door was shut. Even though the computer was on, its monitor was shut off. Sophia herself was sprawled across her bed, staring up at the ceiling that she couldn't see. There were times in her life that she found the darkness to be suffocating. Now, however, it served as a private, timeless haven. The absence of light felt pure because nothing contrary to that feeling could be revealed.

There were only two sounds that could be heard in the room; the first was the depressing rock music that emanated from the speakers of her computer. The second was coming from Sophia herself. Though her eyes had long since run dry of tears, the occasional dry sob leapt from her throat. Were there light, one would surely notice the wet streams on her face where the tears had fallen only moments before. She made no attempt to stop the crying and no resolve to control her emotions. Indeed, she barely even noticed when a sob escaped from her lips. Her mind was far too occupied with embracing the nothingness that surrounded her. The blackness allowed her to feel completely numb, which was all that she wanted.

The only thing that had the potential to distract her was the melancholic songs serenading her. It had served its purpose in enhancing the atmosphere, but now it was corrupting the purity of the haven, forcing her to think about the lyrics. Just as she found the strength to sit up, a ringing coming from beside her made her jump with surprise. The rapid flashing light that matched the pattern of the ring reminded her that she had set her phone next to her head in foolish hopes that her ex-boyfriend would call. Yet, perhaps she was not so foolish after all.

"Hello?" She answered, unsuccessfully forcing her voice to sound as though it wasn't hoarse from crying continuously for the past two hours.

"Hey sweetheart," came a female voice from the phone. It was Amelia.

Sophia froze. She had not expected a call from one of the girls.

"Hello?" Amelia said after a moment of silence.

"What do you want?" Sophia said as matter-of-factly as she could.

"You know, your attempt to sound cold only make you sound more cute."

"Fuck you," Sophia said calmly, without a hint of anger in her voice.

"What's your problem?" Amelia said, offended.

"What's my problem? I'll tell what my problem is," Sophia retorted while staring into the nothingness in front of her, "That little stunt you pulled cost me my boyfriend. He never wants to see me again. Or either of you."

"What the fuck? Just cos he passed out at a -"

"I told him."

"You...told him."

"Yes."

"You stupid fuck. What's wrong with you? What did you think would happen if you told him?"

"Maybe..." Sophia paused to mask the tears that were coming back to her now, "maybe relationships mean something to you and little miss whore-toy, but to me they're based on trust." She held her hand over the receiver after saying this to hide the sound of the sobs.

"Trust? What makes you think that just because Estelle and I have a healthy sex life that there isn't any trust involved? That's a hell of an assumption for you to make. And by the way, are we keeping score, because I have a friend who says that your boyfriend and her had -"

"It was only one time!" Sophia yelled before she could stop herself. She added, more calmly, "It was a mistake. He swore he'd never do it again."

"Yeah, well he lied."

Amelia must have known that this statement would cause an extended pause because she made no attempt to break the silence. Sophia's mind tried to process the motive behind this statement. She knew that if she could convince herself that Amelia was lying then she wouldn't have to feel its effects.

"Why would you say that?" Sophia said, returning to her matter-of-fact voice.

"Because it's true."

"No it's not."

"Look, I'm sorry, but I talked to her the other day, and..." Amelia paused, half-expecting to be cut off before she could finish the sentence, "he went over to her house one night when you were studying for finals."

"I have to go."

"Sophia, wait -"

Click.

Sophia made sure to turn the phone off so that she could not receive phone calls at all. The music crept its way back into the front of her mind, but she no longer had the will to get up and turn it off. With the light from her cell phone gone, she found herself once again surrounded by complete darkness. However, the darkness had lost its purity. Nothing was pure anymore. Not the tears that slid down her cheek now, nor the dry sobs that would escape her lips later.

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The unmistakable sounds of raw lust could be heard quite clearly through the bedroom window by anyone who passed by. There were a wide array of sounds to be heard, from low, guttural moans to high-pitched squeals of ecstasy. The reactions from passing pedestrians were equally varied. One person stopped and stared, wide-eyed, before breaking into a brisk pace. An older woman refused to show any sings of acknowledgement other than a disapproving snort. A young man considered how unfortunate it was that the blinds were closed before deciding against trying to sneak a peek at the action.

Were he to have succeeded in peering into the bedroom, he would have seen a blonde woman with rather large breasts and thin hips rocking back and forth wildly on an dark-haired man. Sweat glistened from every inch of their bodies, as though they had kept up this pace all afternoon. The look on the woman's face was one of fierce determination. She stared down at her lover, taking great pleasure in knowing that he loved every second of what she was doing to him. She knew that the trick of using her muscles inside her pussy to squeeze his cock as it thrust in and out rapidly would have the desired effect on him.

"You like that baby?" Kaylin said with complete confidence that she knew the answer.

"Oh fuck yeah! Oh...you're gonna make me cum!" Trevor responded breathlessly.

"Fuck yeah I am! Cum for me baby!" She said as she watched his face with wicked satisfaction. 

Trevor grabbed the corners of the pillow under his head while pushing his head back. His eyes were clenched tight and his breath was trapped in his lungs for several seconds. Kaylin felt the pressure of his hips dig into hers and she knew that he had just come. She continued to gyrate her hips on his hard cock slowly while he suddenly gasped for air.

She made sure to keep him inside her as she spoke, "now, isn't that better than that bitch you used to go out with?"

"Oh God, she doesn't even compare to you."

After she was sure that he felt the last of the orgasm's aftershocks, Kaylin slid off of Trevor's body and lied down next to him on the bed. She took her fingers and lightly scraped her nails across his chest, occasionally running over a nipple.

"You know, I know exactly how you feel," Kaylin spoke softly, "in fact, that whore Amelia stole my girlfriend from me, too."

"You were with that other one?" Trevor turned his head to ask, confused, "so then...you were a lesbian?"

This caused Kaylin to roll her eyes and reply in mock surprise, "Oh shit! You mean you're not a chick? I thought this was a strap-on!" she said while grabbing his penis and waving it back and forth.

Trevor gave her a look that made her pause in mid-swing. "I'm bisexual," she stated simply. "got a problem with that?" she continued as she took her thumb and forefinger and rubbed the head of his cock.

"Mmm, no I don't think I do," Trevor replied as his eyelids fell slightly.

Kaylin grinned slyly as she tightened her grip just a little and began stroking. "You wanna get back at her?"

Trevor paused for a moment before answering, "How?"

"Well, you could start by fucking me again."



Words Made Flesh Ch. 06



"Are you suggesting that what you two did was for my own good?" spoke Sophia in a voice that sounded half offended, half amused.

Seated across from her was Amelia in a red shirt with a leather jacket over it, complimented by black jeans. Next to Amelia was Estelle, who was wearing a black baby doll shirt with a cartoon kitten on the front. The kitten, while drawn with a cute grin, had freakishly large and bloody fangs. Naturally, her waist was sporting a black and white checkered skirt. Sophia herself could find no room to judge, for she had simply worn what Amelia suggested, which was a black tiered dress with a belt. Clearly everyone's perception on what proper attire was for a *somewhere nice* to eat was very different.

"As a matter of fact, yes I am," retorted Amelia in a voice that slightly mocked Sophia's, "that boy-toy was broken and it was time to throw him out!"

"He wasn't a toy!" said Sophia in her loudest quiet restaurant voice, "I loved him. Yes, he made a mistake, but I forgave him. That's what you do for love."

"No, that's what FOOLS do for love. Sophie," Amelia's voice changed from stern to sympathetic, "don't you get it? You don't mean to him what he does to you."

"How can you say that? You barely even know him!"

"Where is he then?"

"What?"

"If he loves you so much that he can forgive your mistakes, where is he now?"

Sophia stared at Amelia with the cold eyes of defeat. She knew that she had no argument against her point, though she was determined not to give in. Her eyes stared down at the forest green tablecloth, then wandered into the aisle beside them. It was a secluded area, a fact that was accentuated by the dim lighting. If it weren't for the two girls sitting across from her, the atmosphere might induce a strong feeling of isolation. She searched the empty seats across the hall for an answer. She even silently begged the soft classical music that drifted through the air for something convincing to say. Finally, after searching in vain for a valid argument, she decided to take the vague route.

"Well he was pretty hurt. Sometimes forgiveness takes time."

"You want to know what he's doing right now? He's fucking that-"

"Stop!" Sophia could take no more, and she knew that no more could be said to defend her ex-boyfriend, "Ok, you win. You're right, I was a fool." She fought with all of her inner strength to keep the tears from surfacing again. "I just...I don't know..."

"Hey," Amelia's voice was now soft and comforting, "I'm not trying to judge you, I'm trying to help you. You've been one of my closest friends for a long time now, right?" Sophia could only nod silently. "Ok, so trust me. I only want to see the best happen to you. You deserve so much better than him."

"Thank you," Sophia managed to squeak out while batting her eye lashes to keep the tears from falling down her face. "I have to go to the restroom. Order for me?"

"Sure, sweetheart."

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"Hey gimme that back!" Sophia yelped in surprise.

The three girls fought over the dessert menu that had sat upright between the salt and pepper shakers only a moment ago. Estelle was taunting Sophia by waving it around and reading from it at the same time, all the while grinning mischievously. Suddenly Amelia's hand snatched it away, causing Estelle to stop dead in mid-taunt. Amelia offered only a smug grin before sticking her tongue out in victory.

"Oh bring that tongue back here! Don't you tease me like that!" exclaimed Estelle before planting her lips on Amelia's. She giggled like a giddy schoolgirl in-between kisses. At one point, her eyes widened as Amelia's arm shifted, and Sophia could only imagine what had just happened below the table.

Sophia watched them kiss with a variety of emotions. In fact, she couldn't decide which one felt the strongest; admiration for the strength of their relationship, jealousy because she no longer had a lover of her own or longing because she wished that those were her lips that were kissing Amelia's.

The waiter approached the table just as they pulled away and studied the dessert menu as if nothing had happened. While Amelia and Estelle had agreed to share their usual favorite (a slice of hot apple pie, topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and drizzled hot caramel), Sophia was fretting that she didn't get to look at the menu long enough to decide. This prompted Amelia to intervene and order the triple chocolate decadent cake for her.

"Well, maybe that's not what I wanted." Sophia pouted.

"Well, maybe you should come here with us more often so that you could memorize the menu like we have," returned Estelle playfully.

"Anyway, we invited you because we wanted to talk to you," interjected Amelia in a voice that sounded just a little too professional to be taken seriously.

"Oh?" inquired Sophia.

"We have a couple of confessions to make," Amelia glanced over at Estelle before continuing on, "Remember that e-mail that was accidentally sent to you? Well, that was accidentally on purpose."

"...Ok...why would you do that?" asked Sophia.

"We weren't sure how you'd take to what I'm about to tell you, so we figured we'd, you know..." Amelia searched Sophia's face for a glimmer of understanding, but continued upon finding none, "...seduce you."

All at once, Sophia's mind raced with more questions than even she could keep up with. She considered voicing a few of them, but didn't know where to start. After a moment of finding no response quite satisfactory, she simply stated, "Oh."

The table fell silent just as the desserts arrived. Even after the waiter left the check, nobody lifted a finger to touch the food. Sophia found it very difficult to meet either girl's gaze, as she felt as though a spotlight had just been put on her. Clearly they were waiting for more of a reaction than she had given them.

"So, what were you going to tell me about?" was all that she could think to say.

Amelia appeared to take a moment to ponder whether she really wanted to reveal what she was going to say, so Sophia offered a polite smile that was intended to show the sincerity of her interest. It apparently worked, for Amelia smiled back and began to speak.

"Estelle and I have been working on creating an adult community. The theme behind it is erotic literature."

"Oh! So that's what the quotes were all about!" Sophia exclaimed as though a light bulb above her head had just been turned on.

"Yes, that's it exactly!" Amelia said, clearly enticed by Sophia's sudden enthusiasm, "we feel that...how to put this...that..."

"Today's porn sucks!" finished Estelle, who looked over at Sophia with slightly exaggerated valor.

"Right...I guess that's one way to put it," Amelia responded, "and some of what we've come across in old literature is just so amazing! There is some profound philosophy."

"Philosophy?" asked Sophia curiously.

By this time, the three girls had begun digging in to their desserts, and were speaking in between bites. Occasionally, Amelia and Estelle would feed each other bites, making sure that each spoonful included both ice cream and pie. Estelle noticed Sophia watching how she divided up the food.

"It tastes best when you combine the cold with the hot," she said simply.

"Oh, right."

"So anyway," Amelia continued, not wanting to lose the subject, "You know that everyone says that plot ruins porn, right?"

"...right," answered Sophia cautiously, unsure of whether that tidbit of knowledge would be used against her. 

"Well, we think differently," said Amelia, "we think that there's nothing wrong with combing physical indulgences with intellectual ones. They really have much more in common than people think. And quite frankly, I find myself quite aroused at intellectual stimulation."

It was about this time that she began to feel a foot creep up her leg. At first she jumped, startled, which caused Amelia to burst with laughter.

"My, but you are a jumpy one, aren't you?" Amelia said, "Sweetheart, you need to learn to relax. And take whatever pleasure life brings your way. That's what these books are all about. There's nothing wrong..." she continued as she slid her foot up Sophia's thigh again, "...with indulging."

Although Sophia was frozen with awkwardness, she made no attempt to brush the advancing foot (which had no shoe on it, she noticed) away from her inner thigh. She watched Amelia's face offer a sly smile, and wondered if Estelle realized what was happening. She directed a glance over at her, then had to do a double-take. It was subtle, but Estelle's eyes were betraying things happening that were unseen. They were definitely out of focus, and her eyelids fluttered occasionally. It was then that Sophia noticed that Amelia's arm was much closer to her lover than before, and was moving up and down slightly.

She was so transfixed on this that it took her a moment to realize that the foot had crept its way up to her vagina and was now gently stroking it. It was the tingling that brought her attention back to Amelia, who was clearly enjoying having this much power over two women in a public place. The big toe began to slip under her panties, careful not to entangle itself. Soon it reached her clitoris and began gyrating slowly. Sophia bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly in response.

"Take another bite of your cake," Amelia spoke to her in a soft voice.

"I...uh..." Sophia tried unsuccessfully to speak clearly.

"Shhh...don't talk, just eat."

As much as of a relief it was to receive permission to not speak, it was still quite a difficult task to move at all, let alone pick up the fork and bring it to her mouth. She watched in amazement as the two girls continued to feed each other while involved in such an illicit scenario. The most they appeared to do was use facial expressions to flirt with each other. She, on the other hand, had to make a constant effort to not moan loudly.

Sophia couldn't help but scoot down just a little, so that Amelia's toe could reach her with a little more ease. As if on cue, the foot retreated from her clitoris and began to explore her pussy's canal, which had grown quite moist. The probing caused her to gasp involuntarily, which earned an encouraging look from both Estelle and Amelia. Sophia picked up the fork and sliced into the chocolate cake. As she lifted the bite to her mouth, she noticed that she could see Amelia's reflection on its surface.

She mulled the cake over in her mouth as the three toes pushed in and out of her pussy. She watched the two others with nothing but pure lust in her eyes as Estelle licked her caramel-covered lips. She noticed that the movement in Amelia's arm was a little less subtle now, and steadily increasing in speed. She watched Estelle lean her mouth into Amelia's ear and speak.

"I'm cumming," she said so softly that Sophia had to rely on her lip-reading skills.

Estelle's eyes closed tight as Amelia's arm pumped up and down. Her face was clenched and one could tell that every muscle in her body had tightened. Seeing this, Sophia could no longer pretend that nothing was happening. She grinded her hips on the foot that was making its way inside of her, and Amelia responded by increasing the speed of that, as well.

Sophia's bit down hard on her lip to keep from screaming as she felt the first wave of intense pleasure hit her body. She fought against its instinctive reaction to shut her eyes, and continued to watch Estelle riding the waves of her orgasm's aftermath, knowing that she would be doing the same very soon. A guttural noise pushed its way past her throat and into her mouth, but Sophia managed to repress it. 

She looked over at Amelia, whose face revealed her own ecstasy. As the first of the aftershocks hit her, she realized that Amelia had her hand down her own pants, and must have come harmoniously with the rest of them. The arousal of knowing this caused her to shudder yet again, and this time her lip broke free of its hold and released an excited sigh. This prompted Estelle to giggle again, and then offer her own content sigh. She received another kiss while Amelia's toe gave Sophia's clitoris one last rub before retracting from her panties.

"I never get tired of that," Estelle said quite happily.



Words Made Flesh Ch. 07



Sophia could not remember how she managed to get Amelia in bed without Estelle, but she didn't feel like questioning it. In fact, what she did feel had very little to do with rational thought. The weight of Amelia's body on top of hers made her wet with excitement, while the thickness of the blanket that rested atop of them both made her wet everywhere else.

There were so many arousing sensations happening at once, that comprehending them all was turning out to be an overwhelming task. The most obvious and vivid point of pleasure was coming from her clitoris, which Amelia was grinding into with her hips at a moderate pace. She could feel her redheaded Goddess's fuzzy strip rubbing against the crevasse of her vagina. It wasn't painful, but it scratched just enough to enhance the pleasure. Every once in awhile, she would feel herself getting wetter and the hairs would become slick. This drove her responsiveness to new heights.

Focusing on this pleasure allowed Sophia to become aware of Amelia's hands holding her wrists to the mattress. Strangely, she didn't feel any actual sensation in her arms. Although it was pretty clear that it was useless to try to escape, she had no desire to. This is how she wanted Amelia; in complete control of her. Now she was the one who belonged to Amelia, instead of Estelle. She wondered if this were indeed heaven.

Sophia realized that, despite Amelia's face being inches from her own, she could not actually see it. It was as though so much attention had been devoted to feeling her that her vision actually suffered. All she saw was a blurry face staring down at her, expressionless. It made her a little uncomfortable, so she turned her head to the side.

To her surprise, she saw a dark-haired man wearing jeans and a black t-shirt standing in front of the window, staring at them. His hands were folded over each other in front of him in a polite gesture.

"Trevor!" She exclaimed with immediate embarrassment.

The man did not move, but Sophia's outburst caused Amelia to answer.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Don't you like this?" she said with a disturbingly deadpan face.

Sophia's body jolted and she gasped for breath. It was dark, and there was no one in bed with her. She immediately put her hands up to her face and felt that it was slick with sweat. After taking a moment to slow her breathing, she turned to look at the clock. To her dismay, it said 1:47. There was plenty of time to get more rest before her alarm went off, but the last thing she wanted to do now was sleep. 

She lied back down, turned on her side and exhaled.

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After a night of restlessness followed by a day of trying not to nod off in class, Sophia found herself quite happy to finally be home. After a quick check for any e-mail messages, she would hop in bed for a quick nap before indulging in any activities that the evening may hold. Fortunately for her, the computer chair wasn't too terribly comfortable so there was little chance of falling asleep before she got into bed.

Not surprisingly, there was a message from Amelia waiting for her in her inbox. 

"Hey you,

I really enjoyed dinner last night. Estelle tasted my foot later and said that your juices are delicious! Who knew you could be so damn sexy? Anyway, meet me at the Book emporium at 3:30 today - I want to get you something.

Ciao,

Amelia"

Sophia felt the heat radiate from her flushed cheeks as she read through the message. She instinctively felt disgust at the idea of Estelle tasting her, but then found it to be a little erotic. She was beginning to become attracted to Estelle despite herself. There was something rather infectious about her playful smile. She didn't seem to be jealous of Amelia's recent attention to Sophia, either.

"Ugh," she sighed wearily as she realized that it was already almost 3 p.m, "no nap for me."

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When Sophia arrived at the book store, she found Amelia sitting in the coffee shop section. Her ruby lips were wrapped around a matching straw, nursing an iced, heavily caffeinated something while reading from a book.

"Whatcha got there," asked Sophia as she approached.

"Your present," Amelia replied without looking up at Sophia.

She took another moment to finish reading the paragraph, then closed the book and offered Sophia a warm smile, which Sophia returned. Amelia offered her straw to Sophia's mouth, who obligingly took a drink.

"Sweet!" she exclaimed in response to the taste, half-suspecting to become instantly hyper.

"Yes, well," said Amelia as she took her forefinger and wiped it across Sophia's lips to erase the wetness the drink had left, "I do like things sweet."

Amelia's forwardness in public was still a bit unnerving to Sophia, and she found herself glancing around to see if anyone was staring. Of course, this only re-affirmed the sad fact that they were in the city, and no one really cared what was going on around them as long as it didn't affect them. She briefly entertained a scenario where her and her bold new girlfriend were fucking on the counter, only to have people push past, annoyed at having to compete for space to order their morning bagel.

Amelia noticed Sophia's discomfort and asked, "Is anything wrong?"

"No..." Sophia said slowly as she thought about recounting her previous night's dream to Amelia. Sophia considered the likelihood that Amelia would probably enjoy the fact that she was having wet dreams about her. Taking a deep breath for courage, she continued, "I was just thinking about a dream I had about you last night."

"Oh?" Amelia spoke in a voice that, although sounding surprised, was betrayed by the look of delight on her face. "What were we doing?"

Sophia's eyebrows crinkled at this question. "How do you know that we were doing something?"

"Wishful thinking, I guess."

"Oh. Well..." Sophia's face suddenly broke into a grin, "you'd be right!"

"So...do tell."

"Well! We were in my bed, and...I'm not sure how we got there, but there we were. And you were," Sophia's voice lowered, "on top of me. Not crushing me though, cos you know how you have those suffocating dreams - well this wasn't one of those..."

Her voice trailed off as she looked at Amelia's face. Her expression was that of a listener who was not sure where the story was going, but was trying to be polite anyway.

"I'm sorry; I'm not a very good story teller, am I?"

Now it was Amelia's turn to feel self conscious. "No, no it was fine." Amelia took one leg and wrapped it around Sophia's, then did the same with the other. "You're doing fine, please continue."

Sophia was surprised to find that this physical gesture comforted her, rather than made her nervous. She figured that she was just getting used to Amelia's touch. With that bit of reassurance, she continued, "Well we were under the covers and it was getting really hot. Both of us were all sweaty, and you were rubbing yourself up against me, grinding into me."

"That sounds hot! Was I any good?"

"Of course you were! Oh, and you were pressing my arms against the mattress so that I couldn't move." As Sophia described the dream, she found that Amelia's left foot was rubbing up and down her right leg. Even though it wasn't reaching too high, she still felt herself become a little wet. After taking a moment to savor the feeling, she continued with her story "My arms weren't in pain at all, and it actually felt really good, you holding me down like that."

"Mmh-hmm. And...how long have you known that you were into S & M?"

"I am not! It was a DREAM!" Sophia exclaimed with a playfully dramatic voice.

"K. We'll cross that river another day. So what else happened?"

"Then," Sophia started, suddenly remembering Trevor's presence in the dream, "I woke up."

"Ah. Well, I think we should try to reconstruct the dream sometime. I for one would like to see if pinning you down is as hot as you make it sound."

This comment made Sophia blush. As much as she was enjoying Amelia's undivided attention, it was making her feel a little bashful. She decided to change the subject.

"So what's with the book?"

"This," Amelia held up the yellow paperback with a mysterious-looking woman on the front, "Is called Venus In Furs. You see, everyone's first post at our forum must contain a quote from an erotic book. So I want you to read through this and find a passage that you like."

"So then I can start posting? Hey, I haven't even been to your site yet. What's it called?"

"Words Made Flesh. The name came from the concept that some people like to take actual sex scenes from books and act them out."

"Wow! Have you ever done that?" asked Sophia before she could stop herself.

"But of course! I told you how intellectual stimulation gets me hot. Why do you think that I'm attracted to you? You don't think that you're a good storyteller, but you've shown me your essays and I think they are really good."

"But those are just essays," Sophia countered.

"It doesn't matter what the subject or the format is. The fact is that you've got talent. You're problem is that you've been suckered into thinking that your self-esteem should come from other people. That's why you're so invested in the concept of love." 

Sophia thought about protesting, but she knew that Amelia was right. There was really nothing to say to logically defend herself. But wasn't the point of emotions to ascend beyond logic? To not be bound by it? She decided against voicing these thoughts in favor of hearing Amelia continue her point.

"Listen to me Sophia, this is important," Amelia continued as she curled her legs around Sophia's a little tighter, "love is not some magical state that inspires fairy tales. Love is just an emotion, and emotions are just chemical reactions. You can't let yourself be enslaved by them. You have to be the one to take control of them. In this world, unconditional love will turn you into a doormat."

"So, what? You're just supposed to go through life with a heart of stone and never care about anything?"

"See, there you go again. Life is not black and white. I'm not saying to completely forget love. But you need to realize that compassion is a choice, not an obligation."

Amelia lifted her head up and looked around for a moment, then said "you see that guy over there? I couldn't give a fuck whether he lives or dies. Know why?"

Sophia was too stunned at the proclamation to answer.

"Because he feels the same about me. Or maybe he doesn't want me to die, but only because I'm hot. But do you think that I would say the same thing about you? If you stop and think about it, you'll realize that my compassion for you is much more genuine when I don't share it with everyone else in the world. Now listen, I gotta go, so here's your book. I already paid for it. Buy yourself a drink...something not too sweet, and think about what I said. K?"

The still quite astonished Sophia nodded her head automatically, while her brain was busy processing all of the things that had just been said to her. Amelia leaned over and kissed her lips softly before grabbing her purse and walking away. 



Words Made Flesh Ch. 08



"So," Amelia began as her and Sophia sat down on the couch, "did you find a quote that was to your liking?"

Restrained techno music played in the background, surrounding them without suffocating them. The light from the dining room cast a warm glow into the living room where they were sitting. As the two girls got comfortable, Estelle appeared from the kitchen holding two wine glasses that she offered to them. Amelia took it without looking away from Sophia, as though her answer was the most important thing in the world at that moment. Sophia took the glass, but then paused and looked up at Estelle suspiciously. This caused her server to chuckle knowingly.

"There's nothing in it," she replied to Sophia's accusatory look. Sophia appeared satisfied, as she slowly sipped the wine. "No reason to drug the willing," Estelle added before disappearing into the bedroom.

Sophia was suddenly aware of Amelia's expectant eyes burning on her face and stopped drinking immediately. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I read through the entire book."

"Already?"

"Yep! And I have to say that I can totally see Severin's point of view"

"Ugh, you would," Amelia said with distaste.

"Hey, if it weren't for us submissive ones, you strong ones would have nothing to dominate."

Amelia cocked her head to show that the statement was worthy of consideration. "Wow, that's an interesting point. So what's the quote?"

Sophia, who was clearly very proud of the fact that she had memorized it, cleared her throat dramatically and recited, "My love was like a profound, a bottomless abyss, into which I kept sinking deeper and deeper, from which nothing could save me."

Upon finishing, Sophia looked at Amelia in a way that showed just a little too much confidence to not be superficial. After their last chat, she was aware that the chances of Amelia accepting her quote without criticism were slim. Her facade of confidence was only meant to be a shield against any harsh verbal blows that may now await her. However, to her surprise, Amelia didn't show signs of launching into a disapproving speech at all. On the contrary, she appeared very thoughtful.

"You know," Amelia began after taking another sip of her wine, "you have so much more strength than you give yourself credit for. I bet you thought you knew how I would react to that quote, didn't you? I could tell by the way you spoke. And yet, you stood your ground because it's what you believe in."

Sophia was again speechless, falling in love with Amelia with every new word that came forth from her tongue. Flattery was one of her most significant weaknesses.

"Listen sweetheart; don't ever think that I'm going to judge you for the way you think. Hell, Estelle isn't exactly my cerebral twin, either. But our differences give us things to learn from each other. Now listen...you're going to need to gather all of your strength for what we have planned tonight."

Sophia peered into her lover's eyes, unsure of whether she would get an answer, were she to ask about the plans that she spoke of. She knew that it was a kind of initiation process, but the details had not yet been disclosed to her. Amelia seemed to comprehend her nervousness and lifted her hand to gently stroke Sophia's cheek.

"Do you know that I'm very much in love with you today?"

Before Sophia could verbally react to Amelia's words, Estelle emerged from the bedroom and beckoned for the two to follow her. The flickering luminosity coming from the room behind her captivated Sophia, calming her nerves a little.

"Are you ready for this?" Amelia asked as she took Sophia's hand to help her up from the couch. Sophia could only nod, unable to take her eyes off of the shape-shifting darkness that she was about to become a part of.

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The sounds of sweaty flesh slapping against each other echoed throughout the room as Trevor pumped rapidly into Kaylin from behind. They were both panting and groaning with a mixture of ecstasy and exhaustion, but neither of them were willing to take a break.

Kaylin held her ass high in the air as Trevor's thrusts rocked her back and forth. Though his cock filled her pussy, she also had a vibrator inside her anus. The buzzing of the pink dildo slowly drove it out of her, while the pressure from her lover's lower stomach pushed it back inside every time he thrust forward. Her arms were outstretched in front of her and her fingernails were dug deep into the bed sheet. Her face was pressed against the mattress so that she felt her hot breath return to her with every whimper and moan. 

"God, you fuck so good!" Kaylin encouraged with enthusiasm that wasn't deteriorated by her fatigue.

"I'm thinking about you with another woman. That's so fucking hot!" replied Trevor in between gasps of air.

"Hmm...yeah, I can feel how hard it makes you. I bet you'd love to watch me fuck some other chick, wouldn't you?"

"Oh hell yes!"

Kaylin opened her eyes as a plan began to formulate in her mind. Pieces began to come together now, and the picture was becoming clearer. But the finishing touches would have to wait, for she was about to have another orgasm.

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Sophia stood completely naked in the center of the room with her arms in the air. Her hands were cuffed to a one-piece suspension bar that dangled from the ceiling. Though the cuffs themselves were made from leather, a soft interior had been added for extra comfort. Her ankles were bound to the floor with similar cuffs, though they were independent of each other. The orange light from the dancing flames highlighted the curves of her body. Her dark hair blended in with the shadows that contrasted deeply with the light. Beads of sweat were already beginning to form on her forehead from the heat of several candles placed on various nightstands and bookshelves scattered around the room.

She was facing the wall opposite of the bedroom's entrance, and was a little unnerved that neither of the girls were in front of her. Suddenly she felt a pair of hands lift her hair and part it gently in the middle, then place either end on her breasts. Next, there was a tingling sensation as someone's breath grazed her left ear.

"Do you trust me?" Amelia whispered softly, to which Sophia responded only by nodding her head.

Amelia took a step back and bellowed "Then whip her!"

"What?" Sophia whimpered, alarmed at the turn of events.

"You are truly cruel," she heard Estelle's voice come from where Amelia was standing only a moment ago.

"Only a pleasure-seeker," Amelia's voice responded, now coming from the right side of the room.

Estelle giggled at this remark. A moment later, Amelia stepped into Sophia's view. She wore a giant, white fur coat on her shoulders that gave her a look of being quite feline. It was then that Sophia realized what was to happen. They were to re-enact the climatic ending of the book she had just finished reading, Venus In Furs. Sophia began to squirm with panic, for she did not want to be whipped.

"Wait! Untie me!" she yelped with fear. Amelia came forward and put her finger to Sophia's lips.

"Shh," Amelia spoke calmly, "she's not going to hurt you. Remember, you trust me."

Despite Sophia's sense of urgency, she found that Amelia's reassurance had a calming effect on her. She did, after all, trust Amelia, who was watching patiently as her breathing slowed back down. After looking into Sophia's eyes one last time, Amelia nodded and stepped back out of view.

Sophia felt several straps made of suede come down lightly on her back. After a quick moment, they came down again, then again. The sensation was somewhere between tickling and stinging, yet somehow much more sensual. The straps soon formed a slow, steady rhythm. The consistency of it made her back tingle, as if every nerve were waking up from a deep slumber. 

The rhythm of the whipping began to steadily increase. Despite the knowledge that it was Estelle behind the flogger and not Amelia, Sophia found herself succumbing to the pleasure. A long, low moan emerged from her throat as she became lost in this new, exquisite sensation. She found herself lowering her head even more, inviting the falls to find their way over every inch of her back. She even began to wonder what they would feel like, were they to wander upon her breasts.

A new intrusion of feeling caused her to open her eyes. Below her, Amelia had crawled to her feet and was now licking the tops of them. Somehow the presence of Amelia's tongue had heightened the amount of pleasure she was receiving from the flogging. Amelia's mouth continued to explore her ankle, her tongue tracing along the space between her flesh and the cuff. Soon she moved upward, nibbling lightly on Sophia's calves and causing her to become weak in the knees. 

"I know that this part isn't in the scene," said Amelia as she looked up into Sophia's eyes, "but I just couldn't resist. I hope you don't mind."

Sophia giggled shortly at the notion that she would have a problem with Amelia's advances. Her giggle quickly turned to a sigh as Amelia spread her legs a little, then began kissing her inner thighs. Her kisses seemed to be deliberately slow, a fierce contrast to the flogger which was now hitting her at a rapid pace, though still not too hard. Sophia could feel the juices flow from inside her and onto her thighs, and Amelia wasted no time in lapping them up. After kissing both thighs quite thoroughly, she looked up again. Only this time, she looked past Sophia and over at Estelle.

"I think she's ready now." she said matter-of-factly.

"Ready for what?" Sophia said in a voice that was barely audible.

The ceasing of the flogging was punctuated by Estelle's signature giggle. Amelia rubbed her cheek affectionately against Sophia's leg, then spread both of them even further apart.

"Don't worry about getting weak in the knees sweetheart; the cuffs won't let you fall."

With that, Amelia buried her face into Sophia's pussy. Her nose pushed against her prisoner's clitoris while her tongue, now fully warmed up, began exploring the fleshy tunnel. It probed deep inside and pushed along the walls, gyrating clickwise. This alone drove Sophia wild, and she immediately began moaning loudly and biting her lip. However, she also felt another sensation coming from behind her. Estelle had spread Sophia's cheeks and was also using her tongue to explore a part of Sophia that she had never allowed anyone to become intimate with. At first, this new stimulation startled her and made her uncomfortable. Soon though, she could not help but give herself over to the pleasure of having both areas pleasured at once.

Despite her best efforts, the power of both tongues was too overwhelming, and she was unable to hold herself up any longer. She felt a brief sense of panic as her body fell a couple of inches. Though her knees collapsed, the suspension cuffs kept her from falling, just like Amelia had promised. Once again, her reassurance gave Sophia the strength to overcome her inhibitions and completely enjoy what was happening to her.

Amelia had abandoned her lover's tunnel and was now sucking on parts of her inner labia, taking a piece into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it. She had also inserted two fingers into her, and they were probing easily through the wetness at an unhurried pace. Estelle, by contrast, was rapidly thrusting her tongue in and out of the rectum before her as far as it would go. Granted, the hole was tight, but the fact that she was pulling the cheeks wide apart made the task a little bit easier.

Sophia's eyes were now clenched tight and her breathing was so erratic that she had to consciously gasp for breath. Her hips felt the urge to thrust automatically and meet the point of pleasure, yet no one point was lesser than the other. For this, her hips simply rocked back and forth to encourage either end to delve deeper and give her greater indulgence. She was moaning rapidly in between gulps of air. Her hands were now gripping the suspension bar and the top half of her body was writhing wildly.

Her senses finally overwhelmed and pushed her over the edge into the climatic abyss. She felt as though there existed nothing but the searing, undiluted pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. Though she was screaming, her ears heard nothing. All ability to comprehend any other sense besides touch had been completely abandoned. At this moment, there were only her and her divine lovers. Then, there was only the black void of utter peace.

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Kaylin brought the laptop over to the bed, causing Trevor to look at her curiously.

"I know we were discussing trying new things in bed, but this isn't what I thought you meant when you said 'toy'."

She just gave him a quick annoyed look and signed on to the internet. "You want to see me with another fine ass? Quit being such a smart ass." She smiled briefly after saying this to let him know that she was only half-serious. He responded by sitting up behind her and nibbling on her shoulder.

"What have you got in mind?"

"Well, one of the perks of having Estelle as my bitch was that she told me everything. There's this little site that they made up. A kind of lesbians-who-are-too-afraid-to-live-in-the-real-world anonymous. I got initiated into it by her personally, and I'm willing to bet that Sophia did, too. You know...now that I think about it, Sophia's never actually seen me before, has she?"

Trevor paused in mid-nibble as he realized what she was planning. She turned her head to face him with a wicked grin that left no doubt as to her intention.

"So, I'm going to ask you again; do you want to get revenge on her?" 



Words Made Flesh Ch. 09



Finally the next chapter! Yay! The story itself is going to be shifting gears. While there will still be plenty of sex, there will also be more of an emphasis on story and character development. Feedback is something that I cherish greatly, so please do not hesitate to leave me a comment with praise or constructive criticism. Thank you! :]

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Hello, my name is Kimber. I've been lurking on different erotic message boards for a long time now, but this one really sounded interesting. So I thought I'd join and tell my story.

My most erotic experience had to be on my 18th birthday. My friends took me to this place called The Basement. I'd never heard of anything like it, before or since (unfortunately). But wow, let's see if I can capture my feeling as I went through that experience.

It didn't look like much from the outside - in fact, it looked like an old abandoned warehouse! The doors were steel and clanged really loud when you shut them. After passing through the first room, though, we went down these stairs and into this really beautiful room that had a forest green carpet and black walls. The way the light was positioned, you couldn't see anything too clearly...only impressions of things. Which was alright, cos there wasn't really anything in the room except for a few chairs against a wall.

After a few minutes, my name was called by a lady at a doorway. Even though it was dark, I could see that she was completely naked, except for a black cloth around her tummy. She then took my hand and led me down a really long hallway. At one point everything was pitch black and it felt like we were walking forever. I took my other hand and clung to her arm, which she didn't seem to mind. I guess a lot of people going through there get scared, too. At least, I'd like to think so.

Finally we reached a large room with nothing but a long, thin bed in the center. The bed was as high as a desk and had straps at either end. I noticed that there was some strange, beatless ambient music playing in the background. The lady then took the cloth from her stomach and wrapped it around my eyes so that I couldn't see anything at all. She started to take my top off, then my bra. At this point I was very nervous, but it was too late to go back now! She slowly unbuttoned my pants and slid them down my legs. Although I felt chilly at first, I was surprised that I wasn't freezing. There was only one piece of clothing left. Her fingers grazed my pubic hair as they pulled down my panties and I shivered.

Of course, it didn't occur to me that I had to lift my legs to take everything off, so I leaned into her as she pulled my clothes from each foot. I had never felt another woman's body pressed up against mine, and I guess the combination of that and the chilliness started to make me wet. She then led me to the center of the room, but I walked slow cos I was afraid of tripping. Suddenly she told me to stop, then guided me down on the bed and asked me to lie down. I did, then she strapped my arms and feet so that I couldn't get away. This made me really nervous, but also really excited, so I didn't say anything.

Then I heard her walk away and I was left all alone for what seemed like an ETERNITY! My mind began to wander and I tried not to panic. I tested the straps and found them to be very secure. After awhile, I heard someone whisper my name. I said "yes?", but no one responded. Then I felt something very soft on my tummy. It might have been a feather, I'm not sure. It sure startled me though.

Anyways, then there were more feathery sensations all over my body, which made me wonder just how many people were there. The music made it difficult to tell cos they were so quiet. Soon fingers began tracing circles around my ankles. Then more fingers brushed back and forth on my neck. I tilted my head to one side cos it felt good and was met by a pair of mysterious lips! They pressed onto my lips and I opened my mouth so that it could kiss me deeply. I felt two more mouths, one on each nipple. They took turns trying different techniques on me. One would suck gently while the other flicked its tongue on the tip of my nipple.

By this time, the hands that were at my ankles began massaging my feet. There were hands next to the mouths on my breasts, too, massaging them. Another hand began caressing my mound, encouraging my legs to spread. I bent my knees so that I could open my thighs and let that hand explore where it wanted. A single finger began rubbing all around down there at first, but was soon joined by a couple more fingers. One of them entered into my pussy, while at the same time one of the hands massaging my feet was replaced by another mouth! The mouth sucked on each toe, one by one, and stuck its tongue in between them as well.

Between the mouths on my lips, both breasts, toes and the fingers inside me, I was so aroused that I started to cum. My body began shaking and I arched my back. Not being able to see anything allowed my mind to drift along random fragmented thoughts and just enjoy the many sensations. This kept on for awhile, and I ended up cumming a few more times. Finally I was too exhausted to go on, and was released. When the blindfold was taken off of me, there was only that same lady there.

And that's how I spent my 18th birthday!

"Holy shit!" Sophia exclaimed before she could stop herself. She stared hard at the computer screen in awe. How in the world could she post her story now? There was simply no way that what she had experienced the other night with Amelia and Estelle could compete with that. She was actually soaking wet just from being so involved with the story, without ever having touched herself.

Sophia considered embellishing her first post to make it more incredible. The flogging threesome was the single hottest sexual experience of her life, but it paled in comparison to being molested by an entire group of people while bound and blindfolded. Perhaps she could add another person into the mix? Ah, but then one of the girls would read it and call her on it.

Suddenly it occurred to her that the story that she had just read could have just as easily had things added to it. What if the poster felt just as intimidated at the prospect of being a newbie? What if she saw her true experience as being just as lame in comparison to another's post? It wasn't that farfetched; after all, wasn't Sophia considering doing it?

This thought gave her comfort, and courage enough to post her first post, unedited. As the cursor hovered over the *post* button, she hesitated for a moment. Then she closed her eyes and, with determined resolve, clicked the mouse.

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"Hey Raquel, what's up? Workin' hard or hardly-"

"Oh God, do NOT say that phrase in my presence. Ever." replied Raquel before Sophia could finish her sentence.

Sophia smirked at her roommate's remark. She had forgotten that Raquel hated anything trite. "Sorry, you're right. That saying's off tha hook!" teased Sophia.

Raquel stared for a moment, before uttering, "Ouch."

Raquel was hardly ever lighthearted; however, today she appeared especially annoyed. "Sophia, what's this on our coffee table?" She held up a book with a picture of a lady wearing a fur and the words 'Venus In Furs' printed on the front.

"Oh," Sophia muttered slowly, giving herself time to find a proper response. There was no way in hell that Raquel would understand her relationship with the girls, and she preferred, at this point in time at least, to not rock the boat. "It's something that one of my instructors assigned for us to read."

"Oh. Hmph." Raquel didn't seem entirely satisfied with that explanation, but let it go. "Well, anyway...what are you doing for lunch tomorrow? You know Wheaty's has that new sun dried tomato veggie wrap. Limited time only."

"What are you, a walking commercial?"

"Oh come on, it's been forever since we did lunch."

"I can't. I have...have to study." Sophia stuttered, cursing herself internally for not sounding more confident in her excuse.

"Don't tell me...with Amelia, right? You know, if you spend too much time with her, Trevor's going to get jealous."

Sophia bit her lip at the mention of her ex-boyfriend's name, trying not to look guilty. "Yeah. Look, I gotta go. I got...a test."

Raquel gave her a puzzled look that let Sophia know of her awareness that she was being blown off. She quickly walked out the front door before her roommate had time to ask anymore questions.

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"So hey, sorry to cut lunch short, but someone said 'Hey that Marilyn is running behind today. Let's fuck with her.' So they turned all the clocks in the school ten minutes forward. So now I'm late for class."

Sophia laughed and smiled at her friend. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"No class. Thursday."

"Ok, take care."

The two girls gave their hugs and Marilyn disappeared down the hall. Sophia decided to pull out her laptop and check her email. While doing her best to wait patiently for her desktop to load, her eyes left the screen and began to wander around the cafeteria. There were a few others eating or typing on their laptops, or both.

One couple in particular caught her attention. They were two girls her age; both were tall and skinny. Both had solid black attire and more piercings than she could count. One had dark hair while the other had red. While the girl on the right was wearing a jacket, the redhead on the left wore only a tank top, and Sophia found herself trying to see if she had a nipple pierced. The long, wavy hair rested on the girl's chest so that Sophia's view was obscured. She strained to look without appearing too obvious.

"I prefer the redhead with the pierced nipples."

Sophia flinched, startled, and looked up to see a rather large pair of breasts meet her eyes. After lingering on them for a moment, her eyes continued up to see a rather tall blonde woman who looked to be in her late twenties. She immediately noticed that her green eyes were warm and inviting, yet quite confident. They reminded her of Amelia's.

"Oh?" was all that would emerge from Sophia's dropped mouth.

The blonde woman gave a friendly smile and offered her hand. "Hi, I'm Kaylin."

Sophia took a moment to raise her hand to meet Kaylin's, but then managed to smiled back and say her name.

Kaylin let a brief look of concern show on her face as she said, "I'm new here...do you mind if I sit with you?"

Sophia thought about it, then gestured to the seat across from her that Marilyn had just left. After all, she didn't have anywhere to be for awhile, and a pretty blonde automatically took precedence over any boring email that may be waiting for her. She focused on Kaylin's long, blood red fingernails as she pulled out the chair to sit. Every single part of her seemed to be perfectly groomed. The denim blazer gave her a sense of class that was not often seen around these parts. Sophia found herself admiring this woman.

"Thanks. These days, if you're not in, you're out...you know?

"Yeah," Sophia scoffed, "you could say that I was vaguely aware of that."

Kaylin flashed a smile at Sophia's remark, then asked, "so...what are you in for?"

Sophia laughed and replied, "Oh it's not that bad around here."

"If you say so. But you can't tell me that you haven't felt isolated...even from the teachers?"

In fact Sophia had felt like an outsider. Even some of the teachers seemed to only tolerate Sophia's after-class questions rather than take a genuine interest in her as a student. She was relieved that someone else had felt the same way.

"Creative writing," replied Sophia to Kaylin's earlier question, "how about you?"

"Business."

"Oh, I guess I won't be seeing you in any of my classes."

Sophia's eyes shifted slightly to watch the couple who had caught her attention earlier. They were directly behind Kaylin, having stood up to leave. The redhead pulled the other close to her and kissed her hard. The other one melted in her embrace and let her lover's tongue explore her mouth. The submissive one's hand reached up slowly, briefly squeezing the redhead's pierced nipple through the shirt before continuing to the shoulder. After they parted ways, Sophia brought her eyes back to Kaylin's.

"Yeah, the business crowd's a tough one," said Kaylin, "I have more respect for the artistic types; they seem much more open-minded. Unfortunately, I have two left sides to my brain."

Sophia giggled and responded, "Well, on behalf of the artistic community, I would like to say thank you."

"So when's the author-in-training's next class?"

Sophia's eyes widened as she looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh, about five minutes ago!"

"Well hey, it was nice meeting you. Why don't you give me your email address and maybe we could chat some time?"

Sophia paused for a moment to ponder the idea of handing out her email address to an almost complete stranger, but decided that she wanted to see more of Kaylin. She quickly jotted it down on a napkin and handed it to Kaylin, who rewarded her with another smile. Kaylin kept smiling as Sophia walked away.

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"Is Amelia here?" Sophia asked when Estelle answered the door.

"No, she's still at work. Oh, she wanted me to give you something. Come on in."

Sophia wasn't too sure about spending time with Estelle without their mutual love interest present. She silently hoped that this would go quickly. After following Estelle to the living room, she stood awkwardly in the center of the room, not really wanting to dedicate herself to staying by sitting down on the couch. Estelle disappeared into the bedroom, which looked entirely different without the faint glow of candles. After a moment she re-emerged with a bag.

"Well don't make me tell you to sit down, silly. Here, take this but don't open it until you get home."

"Why?" Sophia asked as she sat down on the couch reluctantly.

"It's a surprise, of course." Estelle plopped down next to her. "Oh, would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, uh...no thanks."

"Hm, alright."

Estelle smiled at Sophia for a moment, then turned her eyes away when nothing more was said. A moment of awkward silence followed. And then another one did. One girl shifted on her seat, soon followed by the other one. Sophia fretted inwardly about getting herself into this situation. She had to at least make an attempt at conversation.

"So...who are we listening to?"

"Just some generic techno. It's the best kind. Hell, it's the ONLY kind!" Estelle giggled to herself, trying to make Sophia a little more comfortable. It wasn't working.

Suddenly the phone rang. Estelle all too eagerly picked it up. "Hello? Hey, what's up? You'll never guess who's here. Wow, how'd you guess? Mmhmm..."

Sophia looked on as Estelle made a series of unreadable faces in response to what she was hearing from the other end of the conversation. She imagined that it was Amelia, whom she desperately wished was there with her.

"Uh...ok. No, I can do that. No really I can do that by myself. Why? Oh alright! Fine, see you later!" She scowled before instantly changing her voice to cheerily say "TTFN!"

She turned to Sophia and let out a quick sigh before speaking. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"We're going to the mall."

"Um...excuse me?"

"Amelia wants us to go pick out a birthday present for her. And she wants us to go together." 



Words Made Flesh Ch. 10



Sophia let out an emphatic *sigh* when Estelle squealed with glee at the candy store. She watched helplessly as her shopping partner pranced, skipped and bounced simultaneously into the large entrance, quickly lost in the labyrinth of overstuffed bins. Her watch, which she couldn't help but check frequently, informed her that she had checked it less than five minutes ago. With a stern resolve, Sophia walked into the candy store to catch up with Estelle.

"Oooh! Have you tried those ones? They're hella tangy!" Estelle exclaimed as if she didn't even realize that Sophia had just barely caught up with her. She pointed to a barrel of powdery, gummi pen caps attached to real pens.

"No, I can't say that I have. Is that something that Amelia would be interested into?" Sophia's voice was condescending, but Estelle seemed to take no notice of it.

"Maybe. It's hard to tell with that girl; her tastebuds are always changing so fast. Well, I'm going to get me some anyway. Maybe we can share?"

"No thanks."

"Alright, suit yourself."

Estelle disappeared with her bag of candy and met Sophia, who was already waiting at the door. She just smiled politely at her impatient girlfriend and merged back into the mall crowd with her. They walked in silence for a bit, each putting an awful lot of effort into checking out the stores that they passed by so as to not pay attention to each other. Every once in awhile their gazes would cross paths, and they would look away uncomfortably.

"Hey, let's get something to eat at the corndog place. We can watch the girls bounce up and down while they make lemonade," Estelle invited.

"I already ate before I came over. Let's just find a present and get out of here."

Estelle looked hurt, but quickly covered up her expression with that of pleasant surprise when she saw her favorite goth store across the way. "Well, I KNOW Amelia would like something from there. C'mon!"

As much as Sophia was inclined to complain, she had to silently agree that Estelle was right. So she reluctantly let her mall buddy grab her arm and drag her over to the store. Of course, just as quickly as they entered, Estelle once again disappeared. This time, however, the store was not bright like the candy store, so Sophia would have a much more difficult time finding her. The loud, thumping music and abundance of black lights didn't help to improve her disorientation, either.

Amidst the sea of black apparel and items promoting creative uses for leather, Sophia came across a pair of black and lavender lacy panties that she instantly fell in love with. They were refined without being boring, yet playful without being immature. 

Just then Estelle reappeared. She was holding a CD. She immediately noticed what was in Sophia's hand and tried to turn it into a topic of conversation.

"Hey, that's pretty cool. Is that for you?"

Sophia looked at her guiltily, knowing that she was hypocritical for giving Estelle attitude for not staying on the task of looking for Amelia's present. "No. I don't need it."

Sophia put the panties back on the rack, only to have Estelle pick them up again. "They'd look cute on you. You're getting them. My treat."

Estelle grinned at her shopping buddy, who in turn was now turning red with embarrassment and guilt.

"Thanks," was all that Sophia could think to say.

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Trevor hesitated before knocking on the door to Sophia's place. He really wasn't looking forward to seeing her, but he wasn't going to neglect giving her belongings back to her. Regardless of how he felt, it was simply proper break-up etiquette. He heard footsteps coming towards him, and silently resolved to stay calm, no matter what words may be said. To his surprise, Raquel, Sophia's roommate answered the door.

"Oh, hi Trevor! Come on in," Raquel was delighted to see him. She always was.

Trevor just smiled and said "I'd love to but I'm late for work. I just needed to stop by and give Sophia this," he said politely, holding up a bag full of various items that she had left over his house.

"Oh well, Sophia's not here right now. Here, let me take that. I think she went to the mall with one of her new friends." Trevor gave a sour look at hearing this, but Raquel didn't quite pick up on it. "SO hey, would you like to come back later tonight? We could have dinner together."

Trevor gave a puzzled look at this suggestion because surely Raquel would know how much it would hurt him to see Sophia unnecessarily.

"Raquel...you do know that we broke up, don't you?

Raquel looked stunned. She appeared to be searching for the right words while taking in this surprising news at the same time. She looked down that the bag and realized why he was giving it to her.

"Why? What happened?" She finally managed to ask.

Trevor sighed heavily. He hadn't really let himself deal with it yet, and he certainly didn't want to moments before going into work. Raquel seemed deeply affected by his inability to say anything and set the bag down, then gave him a hug. As much as he wanted to indulge in the sympathy, he had to remain distant in order to keep his emotions from spilling over. Raquel noticed this and let go awkwardly.

"I don't understand," she began, "you've been together for three years. You guys never argued or fought. You were the perfect couple."

"Yeah well, maybe we were too perfect. Maybe we only looked that way cos there was nothing really there. I dunno. I'll talk to you later about it, ok? Right now I have to go."

He politely kissed her on the cheek while she gently grabbed his arm. She tried to look into his eyes in order to get him to talk more, but he avoided meeting her gaze. He smiled mechanically and turned away, quickly walking back to his car.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You know, you forget how good these things are," Estelle pondered as she took a bite out of her corndog. Sophia, who was drinking a cup of lemonade, nodded her head in agreement. After she finished the bite, she Estelle continued, "and did you see the size of the tits on that chick? Damn! Too bad she wasn't making the lemonade though."

Sophia couldn't help but smile at this remark. She still felt uncomfortable with Estelle, but for a different reason now. However, she had forced herself to give her lunch buddy some eye contact. It was obvious that Estelle was trying hard to be friends, and Sophia wanted to work through her feelings and return the effort.

"Look, I'm sorry I've been a bitch today," Sophia managed to say. With those words out in the open, however, she found it even more difficult to look Estelle in the eye.

"It's alright. I'm not oblivious to your attitude; I'm just ignoring it. I get it, you like Amelia. But that doesn't mean that we can't get along. You have to understand where we're coming from." The prospect of learning what they thought of her caused Sophia to look up at Estelle. "We don't have to be competition. Amelia wants us both." Estelle looked into Sophia's eyes and said "I want you both. I want this to work."

"Wow...I don't really know what to say," Sophia responded with awe. She really hadn't considered the possibility of not seeing Estelle as a threat. She needed some time to fully digest what had been said to her.

"Well, you could say 'I'm all for that cos you've got the hottest body in the whole mall and I've been thinking of nothing else but raping you the first chance I get'. Or 'Thank you', whatever works."

Sophia laughed and smiled at Estelle as she felt the weight of dread and guilt leave her body. When Estelle reached across the table with her napkin to wipe Sophia's cheek, she gladly held her face out.

Neither of them were looking at anyone else around them. Neither of the girls saw a blonde girl across the food court staring at them. Even if they had, they most likely would have not caught the smile that crept across her face as she observed how they interacted. By the time they had finished with their meals, she had walked out of sight.

The blonde girl walked with a spring in her step to the nearest area that was quiet, then pulled out her cell phone. 

"Hello?" answered Amelia from the other end.

"Hey. It's Kaylin. Hey listen...what's up with you and Estelle?" Kaylin's voice feigned concern.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you guys break up or something?"

"What? No, what would give you that idea?"

"Well I saw her and Sophia running around together in the mall."

"Yeah, I told them to go together. Why would that bother me?" Amelia sounded annoyed, but Kaylin kept her voice steady with concern.

"It doesn't bother you that they're all over each other?"

"Oh please! Sophia and Estelle? Those two won't stick without their glue, moi."

"Uh, Amelia...they were attached at the lips."

Amelia tried not to sound hurt, but her hesitance gave her away. "Well...thanks."

"Sure. And hey..."

"What?"

"If you need to talk..."

"I know, thanks. Later."

Amelia put the phone away and held her head down for a moment, trying not to let the ugly feelings inside her boil to the surface. After all, what did she expect to happen? They had already done quite a bit more than kiss together. She realized that it was the 'together' part that bothered her. She was the one who initiated all the encounters; she wasn't supposed to be excluded from them. 

After struggling with internal dialogue, Amelia managed to reason with herself that they had never discussed such matters, and that was something that they would just have to do when she got home

'Geez girl, get ahold of yourself,' she thought as she went back to work, 'after all, it was only kissing.'

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"So, do you believe in angels?" Estelle's voice came from the depths of her closet. Sophia looked up briefly at the sound of her voice, despite knowing that she was out of view. She had to take a moment to ponder that question, for it was completely unrelated to what they were just discussing.

"Uh...no, not really. I don't suppose I do," was her half-hearted answer.

"Well, you might change your mind after you see this," responded Estelle in her trademark bubbly voice. She stepped out of the closet wearing only two things; the lavender panties that she had bought for Sophia earlier, and a pair of feathery white angel wings. At first she stopped and waited for a moment to savor Sophia's awestruck reaction. After a bit, she struck a couple of silly poses that broke the spell on her one-woman audience and caused her to burst out with laughter.

"Amelia and I got them last year for Halloween. There's a black pair, too. What do you think?" Estelle asked as she twirled around so that Sophia could get a good look.

Sophia took no hurry in letting her eyes wander every inch of Estelle's body. Though they had had previous encounters, she realized that she had never actually seen Estelle naked before. The first thing that she focused on was her breasts; they appeared to be sculpted from the palm of cupped hands. Her nipples were the color of a pink rose and inspired in her a romantic gesture in the same way the flower does. The panties were by no means transparent, so she was unable to see that which she would have really liked to. However, the lavender complimented her skin tone well, and looked quite sexy on her.

Estelle watched as Sophia gaped at her body and giggled, "I'll take that as a compliment." Sophia just blushed and looked down.

The angel made her way over to the stereo, swinging her hips in an exaggerated manner as she went. After she turned it on, a trip hop beat began playing. The beat was soon followed by a cello, piano, and a variety of instruments normally associated with classical music. It was refined, yet quite danceable. Estelle proved this by continuing to swing her hips in time with the music while slowly making her way back over to her one-woman audience, who was now completely captivated.

She held out her hand to Sophia and smiled playfully. After a moment of hesitance, Sophia took it and stood up to join her in the middle of the room. She moved her body to the music, but not as enthusiastically as Estelle. She wasn't much of a dancer, and nowhere near as confident in herself as Estelle was. She found herself a little jealous, and wondered if Estelle could have once had low self-esteem that may have been alleviated by a healthy dose of Amelia. She hoped so.

"See, you're having a good time despite yourself," Estelle observed.

"It must be because I'm in the presence of someone heavenly," responded Sophia, which made Estelle smile even wider (if that were possible).

The two girls danced closer to each other, and soon Estelle had her arms around her lover's neck. Her dancing was more subtle now so that she could stare into Sophia's eyes. Sophia found herself intoxicated with her dance partner's energetic fervor. Her charisma became an aphrodisiac, and Sophia began moving a bit more seductively. Her angel seemed to notice this, for she responded by pressing her divine lips against hers. Estelle's tongue swept across the crevasse of Sophia's mouth as she kissed her, causing Sophia to part her lips further.

Estelle leaned in closer, so that her lips were next to Sophia's ear, and whispered, "now do you believe in angels?" 

"I believe in you," Sophia exhaled.

Sophia could stand it no longer. Her hand reached up of its own accord and placed itself on her angel's breast. She bent two fingers so that they could roll the rosy nipple around. Estelle's eyes fluttered in response. She gently bit her bottom lip, but this could not prevent a quiet moan from slipping from her mouth. Sophia stared on, still a little uncertain of herself.

Then Estelle responded further by grabbing the bottom of Sophia's shirt with both hands and lifting it up over her head. However, when Sophia's arms were raised high, but still caught in her shirt, Estelle pushed her up against the wall and held her arms in place. Sophia's wrists were crossed, entangled in the shirt and unable to escape. This seemed to please Estelle, for she smiled wickedly and kissed her lover deeply. The kiss was met with equal passion, and their tongues pushed against one another as they slid back and forth between each other's mouths. 

Estelle, gaining much pleasure from having the opportunity to be the dominant one, pulled her mouth away and stared hungrily at the breasts that were now exposed before her. After savoring the view for an extended moment that caused Sophia to squirm with anticipation, Estelle lowered her head onto her prisoner's chest and began leaving a trail of kisses on a random path between and around both breasts.

Sophia sighed with delight while trying to keep her knees from giving out as the rest of her melted. She didn't think that she would be held up by just the one hand holding her wrists in place. Besides, she was getting too hot to endure much more foreplay.

"Estelle," she beckoned breathily, causing her lover to look up. "Make love to me."

"I thought you'd never ask!" Estelle responded with delight.

She led Sophia by the shirt over to the bed and pushed her down. Sophia let her hands remain tied up and rested them above her head. It didn't appear that her lover needed any assistance as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. In an unexpected, but arousing gesture, Estelle gave Sophia's mound a single kiss before pulling her panties all the way down, causing a small shiver to travel through her body.

"If I knew that angels were like this, I would have prayed to them instead of to God," Sophia snarked.

Estelle straddled her lover's legs and slid up until their mounds were touching. She placed a hand on either side of Sophia so that she was staring directly down at her. She watched her face react to the pressure before pointing out, "I thought you didn't believe in angels, darling."

"You're my angel now," Sophia replied as she raised her hips as much as she could to meet Estelle's halfway as they rocked back and forth on each other.

Estelle lowered her head so that she could kiss her new believer as a reward for her faith. Their tongues intertwined passionately as the rhythm of their bodies increased. Estelle's wings rose and fell in time with their lovemaking, Sophia watched as the feathers shivered lightly and imagined that her lover was soaring in the celestial skies, holding her close as they made love hundreds of miles above the earth. 

Sophia moaned as her heavenly guardian gently pulled on the side of her neck with her teeth. She longed to reach down and run her hands over every part of Estelle's silky body, but she was also enjoying the feeling of helplessness. She found that having someone else in control was very arousing. In fact, she was so intoxicated by everything that Estelle was doing that her body began to shudder with her first orgasm of the night. Estelle watched her carefully as she came, and seemed to be turned on by it. In fact, her winged lover began to increase the pressure behind her gyrating movements, letting Sophia know that she was nearing her own climax. Estelle soon held her breath and gripped Sophia's arms even tighter. While Sophia was enjoying her lustful imprisonment, she was surprised to see that her angel was staring into her eyes while having an orgasm. For some reason, this was an incredible turn-on, and she reached her head up and kissed her hard. 

Estelle was showing signs of coming down from her pleasure high, as she was slowing her rhythm. However, she was by no means stopping. Sophia knew then that the evening had only begun...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Estelle?" Amelia turned on the living room light as she called out to her girlfriend with irritation. She noticed that the present that she had left for Sophia was sitting on the table, unopened. This did nothing to improve her mood. She threw her keys on the table next to the present and went to the refrigerator. After she opened a bottle of water and took a swig, she realized that she was hearing faint music coming from the bedroom.

She marched over to the closed door and put her hand on the knob. Although originally intending to swing the door open, she thought better of it and opened it slowly. There on the bed were Sophia and Estelle, both asleep. They were sharing a blanket, entangled in each other's arms. Amelia's eyes narrowed.

"What. The. Fuck."



Words Made Flesh Ch. 11



"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Amelia spat as she glared at the two naked girls who were modestly covering themselves.

"What? What's the big deal?" Estelle retorted with attitude.

"How could you two just go behind my back like this?"

Sophia was still drowsy from just waking up, but she knew that nothing she could say would help matters. She dared not look Amelia in the eye. Instead, she just hung her head and stared at the pattern on the bedspread and listened helplessly as her two lovers fought.

"It was your idea!" Estelle growled, her anger quickly growing, "I thought we were going to try to make this work."

"Yeah; WE, not YOU. And it was my idea for you two to spend more time together."

"Well, what do you think we've been doing?"

"Not. Fucking. Funny. Sophia, I think you need to leave."

Sophia didn't need to be told twice. She quickly swung her feet over the bed, grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom to get dressed. She was torn between confusion, resentment and shame. How could this have happened? They were so close...so intimate, just the other night. She had to agree that she didn't see how she and Estelle were crossing the line after an encounter like that. But then what the hell did she know? She'd never been in a three-way relationship before.

Although she didn't want to look into it, the presence of the mirror was just too distracting. Sophia finished buttoning her pants and slowly lifted her head so that she could see her reflection. It looked so different than she remembered. Her eyes lacked the warmth and familiarity that made her radiate with innocence. They glistened with the wetness of tears waiting to spill, but Sophia forced herself to be stronger than that. She looked away.

On her way out the door, she stopped in the living room as she saw Amelia's present waiting for her on the counter. She could hear the two arguing loudly in the bedroom as she silently debated whether she should take the bag or not. She decided that leaving it might make Amelia even angrier, so she picked it up and left.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Trevor entered the bedroom to find Kaylin sitting at the computer, rocking out to some heavy metal. She turned around to face him and smiled wickedly. 

"What's with the 'canary that turned around and beat the shit out of the cat' look?" Trevor inquired.

"Oh, let's just say that fortunate circumstances allowed me to...shall we say, amend our plan," Kaylin stated proudly, adding off of Trevor's confused look, "I tattled on a couple of naughty girls. I may have embellished a bit, but it got the point across. Those bitches will be broken up before you even come tonight."

"Kaylin..." Trevor's began with a voice of disappointment.

"What? I thought this is what you wanted."

"Yeah. Well, I did. But this is a pretty harsh punishment for one mistake. I don't think it's a good idea to dwell on it anymore is all."

Kaylin's face showed that she was not pleased with his comments, but she quickly covered it up with a fake smile. Her arm stretched out to him, and he obediently came over to her. As he approached her, she wrapped her arm around his waist and looked up at him. This was a subtle, but effective method she used to make him feel that he was the dominant one in their relationship.

"Baby, you know I'm only doing this for you. It wasn't just her; it was all of them. They humiliated you."

"I just don't feel the need for vengeance."

"Of course you don't. You have a big heart, but if you don't stand up for yourself people will keep doing these kinds of things to you. This is about more than just them fucking you over. It's about not letting yourself get fucked over." Kaylin began to caress his back with her fingernails as she continued, "you've got so much potential that others don't see. To be honest, it's what I find so attractive about you."

"Yeah?" Trevor responded softly as he gradually succumbed to Kaylin's gentle touch.

"Absolutely; and the fact that you don't see it makes you even sexier."

Kaylin's other hand began fondling Trevor's cock through his pants, a move which resulted in him losing the will to argue. Instead, he leaned his head down to Kaylin's and pressed his lips against hers. She responded by grabbing his head and kissing him back passionately. Her fingers slowly unzipped his pants, causing his bulge to push the underwear out. Kaylin took this opportunity to lean in and lightly clamp her teeth around his hardness, sucking it through his clothes. Trevor responded with a variety of guttural noises.

"See," Kaylin said as she took a moment to look up into Trevor's eyes again, "I wouldn't do this to just anyone. And I wouldn't let just anyone fuck me."

Trevor could only nod in agreement, closing his eyes and panting as she brought her mouth back to his cock.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sophia sat on her bed with her back to the wall. There was no depressing music playing, the lights were not turned off, and not a tear rolled down her cheek. She held the bag that held Amelia's present in her hands, turning it over and over absent-mindedly as she pondered what had just happened. Her mind simultaneously considered what would happen in the future. Were they broken up? Would Estelle be able to talk some sense into her jealous girlfriend? Would they get back together under certain conditions, or would they try to remain 'just friends'? What if Amelia never wanted to see her again?

The feeling seem to come back in her fingers as she accidentally let the back slip onto the bed. Sophia wondered whether she should open it under such chaotic circumstances. It certainly would not mean what Amelia had originally intended it to mean, whatever it was. Still, Sophia was beginning to get curious, After all, it was unlike Amelia to show any kind of romantic gesture such as a gift.

Sophia picked up the bag and was about to open it when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

"What?" she said barely above a whisper, for she hadn't spoken all morning and her voice was hoarse.

The door opened softly and Raquel stepped inside the room. "Can we talk?" she asked somberly.

"Now's really not a good time," Sophia responded without turning her head to look at her.

"Well, there never seems to be a good time anymore. Not since you've started hanging out with that girl Amelia."

Sophia raised her head sharply at the mention of that name. She immediately knew that she'd betrayed herself, for Raquel reacted to this by hardening her face.

"Oh, that got your attention, did it? Well here's something else that might pique your interest. Trevor stopped by today."

Sophia didn't say anything, but looked away shamefully, for she knew that she was trapped. There was no possible way for her to avoid this discussion, the discussion that she'd been dreading to have.

"Sophie, why didn't you tell me you two broke up?" Raquel's voice sounded more hurt than angry.

"Because we just broke up!" Sophia said to emphasize how difficult of a time in her life this was, "It's not something I really want to brag about."

"Brag? Who's asking you to...you know, this is exactly what I'm talking about. You never talk to me anymore, you're never around. We used to tell each other everything. Now you act like a god damned moody teenager!"

Sophia's eyes widened as she realized how much trouble she was in, as she had never heard her roommate swear before. That struck such an emotional chord in her that she could hold it in no longer; Sophia buried her head in her knees and burst into tears. She didn't see Raquel's face soften at seeing her friend cry, nor did she notice that she had made her way over to the bed and was now standing in front of her.

"I'm sorry Sophie, I didn't mean to yell," Raquel said with a gentle voice, "I just miss you."

Sophia raised her head and looked up with a bitter expression on her face, tears still flowing from her eyes. She stared at Raquel In disbelief.

"So this is about you?"

"No, I –"

"I'm SORRY," Sophia's voiced raised, "if my pain inconveniences you."

Raquel sighed and shook her head, realizing that anything she could say might be taken the wrong way. Defeated, she turned around to leave without another word. Sophia's eyes burned into Raquel's back as she walked out of the room without looking back. She silently cursed herself for not having enough control to keep herself from crying, and quickly wiped the tears from her cheek.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kaylin: So she just told you to get out and that was that?

Sophia: Yeah, and I haven't heard anything else from her in two days.

Kaylin: Well that sucks. I don't see what you did wrong...

Sophia raised her hands emphatically and mouthed the words "thank you" to the laptop screen after reading that last message. She took a sip from her caramel latte and thought of what to say next. The past couple of days had proved to be a period of extremes. On the one hand, she had never felt such emotional turmoil between the neglect of Amelia and the silent remorse from Raquel. On the other hand, Kaylin had become like a beacon of light in these dark times. They had developed an amazing friendship in such a short time and were now emailing each other several times a day. In fact, they had gotten so close that Sophia actually felt comfortable confiding her recent romantic dilemma to her.

Sophia: Thank you. I still feel guilty about it. I mean, I broke Amelia's trust.

Kaylin: Did Amelia tell you or Estelle that you two couldn't have sex?

Sophia: No.

Kaylin: Then how were you supposed to know? You girls had already crossed that line. If she wanted to impose additional rules (that in my opinion would take your relationship back a step anyway), then she should have been clear about it from the start. You have nothing to feel guilty for.

Sophia: ...you know, you're right. I'm so glad I talked to you about this.

Kaylin: Me too. Thank you for trusting me with such a personal issue. So what about the other girl...Esther?

Sophia: Estelle. She's actually been sneaking me emails here and there. She's been really nice about the whole thing, actually. She's very sweet. But we're just friends.

Sophia felt a little self conscious talking too much about Estelle to Kaylin. She found that she didn't want to reveal that she still had feelings for the girl. At first she figured it was because doing so would be painful, seeing as how she and Estelle could no longer see each other. However, she realized it was because she had a crush on Kaylin.

Kaylin: So do you still like her?

"Bloody hell!" Sophia whispered harshly to herself. Why did Kaylin have to ask the one question she was hoping wouldn't be brought up? She considered the different ways to offer a non-committed response while also wondering what in the world she was doing. Hadn't she learned her lesson with Amelia and Estelle? Shouldn't she be on some kind of relationship sabbatical? Clearly she needed a break from all the drama that comes with romantic partners. Kaylin must have noticed the hesitated response, for she sent another text.

Kaylin: It's alright; you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Sophia: I'm sorry. I'm just so confused!

Kaylin: Don't be sorry. I understand confusion. I remember being like that. That's why I prefer to keep my encounters short and sweet, no strings attached.

Sophia: Really? How do you do that without emotions getting in the way?

Kaylin: It was difficult at first, because I – like you – had trained myself to believe that I was supposed to strive for long-term relationships. Oh, but you have no idea the sense of liberation you feel once you let go of that mindset.

Sophia: You sound like Amelia.

Kaylin: Yes, but Amelia is a hypocrite, remember? She may spout off all these innovative theories, but unless she backs them up with her actions...they are just empty words. I live what I speak.

Sophia: What you say makes a lot of sense.

Kaylin: Thank you. Oh, I gotta go. Talk to you later?

Sophia: Wait.

Sophia didn't want their conversation to end. She wanted to meet Kaylin in person again, but didn't want to sound too desperate. She struggled over the right way to say what she was thinking without being obvious. 

Sophia: I was wondering if you'd like to go out to lunch some time?

The words sat on the screen, staring back at her as she stared at them. It was too late to take them back now. She had intended it as a friendly meeting, but she wondered if they came off as an invitation to a date. The seconds felt like minutes as Sophia waited impatiently for a response.

Kaylin: I'm kind of busy today...

Sophia's heart dropped as she read the words that popped up. It must have sounded like a proposition for a date. How could she have been so careless with the way that she phrased that question? After the 'no strings attached' speech, she'd be lucky if Kaylin ever emailed her again.

Kaylin: ...but I'm free tonight. How does dinner at my place sound to you?

Wow. First her heart dropped, then her stomach did a somersault. Her insides were very acrobatic today. She hurriedly typed in her response, misspelling about every other word, proclaiming that she would definitely make herself free to be there tonight. She was very careful to avoid the phrase 'it's a date'. As Kaylin signed off, Sophia was unable to keep a grin from spreading across her face. Even the waitress did a double-take as she passed by.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The sun had long since dropped down over the horizon by the time Sophia made her way to her destination. She parked her car on the curb, but hesitated before opening the door. Many thoughts raced through her head; so many that she had trouble keeping up with them. The most pressing question was whether she could become intimate with Kaylin without getting emotionally involved. After all, her track record was not favorable in that light.

The door opened and Sophia stepped out onto the black surface of the road. She pulled her black skirt down and looked at her reflection in the car window. It was difficult to see her eyes and so she didn't really feel that she was looking into herself, like with a mirror. That gave her a sense of disconnect.

As she approached the front patio, the door opened and Kaylin stood in the doorway. She was wearing only a black stretch lace corset. Somehow Sophia wasn't surprised. Kaylin shifted her head and her blonde hair fell from her shoulder and rested on the top of her breast. She smiled and moved to the side to allow room for Sophia to come in. Without a word, Sophia stepped inside.

"Thanks for inviting..." Sophia began to speak nervously, but stopped in mid sentence when Kaylin held a finger up to her mouth.

"Shh...don't talk," the blonde seductress purred as she leaned in closer.

Sophia was very aroused at Kaylin's smooth manner and took her finger into her mouth, biting it gently. Kaylin took her hand away and caressed Sophia's hair with it, letting her fingers become entangled within its strands. The fingers unhurriedly slid down her arm until they reached her hand. She willingly obeyed as her mistress led her to the dimly lit bedroom.

Kaylin stopped Sophia and turned her around so that she was facing away from her, staring at the bed. She then brushed her hair to the side and began nibbling on her neck. Her hands slipped under the lacy fabric of Sophia's bra and began fondling her nipples, causing Sophia to close her eyes to better focus on the pleasure that she longed for. One hand continued to focus on a breast, but the other one retracted from the bra and slipped under her skirt instead. Sophia re-established her footing so that she could spread her legs a little further apart. Kaylin's hand crept further inside and pressed against her panties, making them wet with Sophia's anticipation.

Both hands briefly left Sophia's skin, making her eyes open in wonder before feeling the unmistakable sensation of her skirt being pulled down. As the skirt slowly descended around Sophia's legs, she felt the warm, wet sensation of Kaylin's tongue sliding down her back at the same pace. This caused her to shiver, and she instinctively held her arms to her chest.

Kaylin's tongue traced the edge of Sophia's panties, from one end of her lower back to the other. She then brought her teeth over the waistband and gently bit down, grasping the panties firmly before using her teeth to pull them down to Sophia's ankles. Her tongue then returned to follow a trail from Sophia's ankle back up to her buttocks, where Kaylin spent a little time indulging in kisses and nibbles.

While her mouth was busy enjoying one side of Sophia's midsection, her hands reached around and explored the other. One hand reached between her thighs and slowly rose until it reached the slick folds of her secreting vagina. Kaylin easily slid two fingers inside her and smiled to herself as she heard Sophia gasp. The lower body trembled before her as Kaylin rubbed her thumb on Sophia's clitoris while continuing to push her fingers in and out of her.

Kaylin took pleasure in imagining how Sophia's face looked; eyes shut tight like she was concentrating hard or trying to remember something.

It was time for the next part of the scene. Kaylin slithered her way around Sophia's body and climbed onto the bed, careful to stay in the center. She lied on her back with her elbows propping her up, and spread her legs invitingly.

Sophia needed no instruction as she knelt obediently and dipped her head in between Kaylin's legs. For the first time in her life, she tasted another woman's vagina. She realized that this had been an important aspect of her former relationship with the girls that had never been explored. She wondered how this could have not been obvious until now.

Her tongue stretched out to welcome the initiation. She licked the lower area of the fleshy opening, to taste the juices that had already trickled from the depths of Kaylin's passion. The bittersweet aroma filled her nostrils as she did this, intoxicating her primal instincts. Sophia was overcome with lust and pressed her mouth up against the mound firmly, thrusting her tongue into her new lover's canal. She barely noticed the moans of delight above her as she enveloped her entire awareness in Kaylin's sex. Sophia felt as though a great hunger had awoken inside her and ached to be fed. She began to make noises herself as she pushed her mouth up even harder, unable to satisfy the lust that now fully controlled her.

Sophia wrapped both arms around either of Kaylin's legs and brought her hands to the top of her mound. She used her fingers to open the folds of Kaylin's flower even wider so that she could devour more of her. Kaylin's pleasure noises were growing rapidly louder as she squirmed and arched her back. She begged Sophia not to stop, although it was obvious she had no intention to.

In the midst of her ecstasy, Kaylin snuck a glance at the dresser against the wall, to the side of them. She winked at the red light that peeked out at her from behind a video camera lens.



Words Made Flesh Ch. 12



"Come here darling. Sit down and tell Marilyn what's wrong," the slender, dark-skinned woman said; as she used her foot to push out the chair on the other end of the table. She held out her hand to the chair invitingly.

Sophia hesitated, but smiled weakly as she looked at Marilyn's sympathetic expression. She turned toward the empty seat and hung her head in an exaggerated manner as she plopped herself down.

"How do you always know?" Sophia asked.

"It's a mystery," Marilyn responded with an unwavering smile, "so...what cloud is raining on your beautiful spirit today, love?"

"It's this girl," Sophia began.

"Ah, so you've finally accepted that part of yourself," Marilyn said as she sat back and folded her arms on her chest.

Sophia's head shot up and she stared at her lunch partner with wide eyes, unable to believe that Marilyn could have known about her bisexual nature before she herself had. Still, this was Marilyn; she seemed to have a sixth sense about these kinds of things. Words of protest floated around her head, but were quickly dispersed as Sophia realized that there was really no point in arguing the matter.

"Yes," Sophia answered with resignation, "we've been...seeing each other."

"You fucked her." Marilyn stated matter-of-factly.

"Er...yes," Sophia responded as she tried to recover from the bluntness of Marilyn's remark.

"And you haven't heard from her since." Marilyn continued.

"How do you know these things?!" Sophia's voice rose with awe before she stopped and added, "do you know her?"

"Who?"

"Kaylin."

"Kaylin who?"

Sophia opened her mouth to speak, but realized with horror that she was stumped. How in the world could she not know Kaylin's last name? As a matter of fact, what exactly did she know about this girl? Sophia stared down at the table as if she were trying to fit the pieces to a puzzle together.

"Love, why do you let this woman bother you?" Marilyn asked with concern, "So you had a rebound. It sounds like that's what it was for her, too. Now that you've got that out of your system, you can move on." She looked at her watch and added, "Oh, just like me. I got class in a few. Listen to me, love; hold your enemies closer than your friends, but hold your friends closer than strangers."

Even with a metaphoric statement like that, Sophia knew that she was referring to the rocky status of her and Raquel's friendship. Marilyn grabbed the remains of her lunch and tossed it in a nearby garbage. Then she returned to give Sophia a hug, and grab her backpack.

Sophia knew that, as much sense as her friend was making, she didn't want to move on. She and Kaylin were friends before that night, and they both understood that it wasn't anything more than sex. Of course, it's possible that she could have sensed Sophia's growing attachment and gotten scared off. Sophia scowled as she cursed herself for not being able to maintain better objectivity; for letting her emotions rule her. Amelia was right; she was far too much of a hopeless romantic.

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"So, I'm sitting on top of her, grinding very slowly on her so that she begs for me to do it harder. What she doesn't realize is that I'm purposefully holding my weight up so that she gets all frustrated," Kaylin's excited voice could barely be heard by anyone except Amelia, who was sitting across from her in the restaurant.

"Oh, you are so wicked," Amelia replied with equal enthusiasm. She was leaning over the table, clearly attentive to the story she was being told.

"She could only take so much of that before she pushed herself up on me. I had to make her want it that badly before I gave her a fucking that she'd never forget. By the time I was through with her, she was crying for me to stop. And do you want to know what the best part was?"

Amelia nodded her head vigorously as she grinned with anticipation.

"I had a video camera hidden on the night stand that recorded everything! And she had no idea!"

"No!" Amelia gasped with delightful shock and then laughed along with Kaylin. "That's evil, even for you."

"Oh Amelia...you have no idea."

"Sounds like you found yourself quite a slut."

"Oh, don't I wish. But wouldn't you know it? The bitch gets all sappy and keeps emailing me about 'our special night together'," Kaylin said with sarcasm as she stuck her tongue out and pretended to vomit. "God, doesn't anyone just want to fuck anymore?"

Amelia rolled her eyes in agreement. "Don't I know it. You know, I'm starting to think that being single is the only way to be. I was really starting to believe that this whole threesome idea could work."

"Oh, please...a woman like you can't be tied down; literally or metaphorically. You're in your prime. Your successful, you're hot and you can have anyone you want."

"My ego thanks you for stroking it."

Kaylin smiled and said, "I wouldn't mind stroking something else...if you wanted me to."

Amelia looked up from her food and met Kaylin's eyes. She paused for a moment, as if to consider her offer. She nodded and said, "Thanks, but I don't think Estelle would appreciate that."

Kaylin did her best impression of polite disappointment and then changed the subject. The two were so involved with rushing passed that awkward moment that neither one of them saw Sophia and Raquel come through the entrance.

"Two?" the waitress inquired before leading the girls off to a table in a different section of the building. Sophia and Raquel followed her obediently then sat at the table where she placed the menus.

Raquel was too occupied with the menu to notice that Sophia was looking past her at the girls at the cash register, who were paying for their meal. They both had dark brown hair, but one was slender while the other was a little bigger. They both wore colorful shirts that flaunted their breasts quite generously. One of them had on a pair of stonewashed jeans that had a rip right under her left cheek. The tear traveled all the way across the leg and disappeared inside her thighs. Sophia discreetly ran a finger up the crotch of her pants to ease the tingling. The woman turned in time to catch Sophia staring, which caused Sophia to quickly look away, embarrassed. She brought her hand back above the table.

"Well I don't know what to choose. Everything looks so delicious." Raquel said as she turned a page in the menu.

Sophia resigned herself to looking over the menu. "I think I'm going to have some breakfast for lunch," she voiced.

The waitress came and they ordered their meals. Raquel waited for them to be alone before trying to start a conversation. She thanked Sophia for taking the time to join her for lunch which, though it wasn't intended to, filled Sophia with the guilt of pushing her friend away. Then they discussed the nature of Sophia's break-up with Trevor, which inevitably lead to the subject of her newfound attraction to other women. Sophia was quite certain that she was going to receive a lecture on how she was turning away from God. However, Raquel was only interested in offering her support as a friend.

The lunch date had gone quite well, all things considered. Raquel excused herself to use the restroom which allowed Sophia to continue checking out the women more freely. She looked over to the cash register and froze at what she saw.

Amelia was talking to the lady at the register, paying for her food. Sophia panicked. A part of her wanted to rush over there and beg for forgiveness, while another part of herself told her to hide under the table and pray that she wasn't seen. But then something else caught her eye – a second person, standing on the far side of Amelia. She was tall, slender and had long, blonde hair.

"Oh God," Sophia whispered to herself as she held her hands up to her mouth. It was Kaylin. Amelia was eating lunch with Kaylin. She felt like she was going to be sick.

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"Where were you?" Trevor asked with as much of a voice of authority as he thought he could get away with.

"I had lunch with Amelia," Kaylin responded as though it was the most normal thing in the world. She set her purse down on the table and paid no attention to him. After starting up the computer, she finally acknowledged him staring at her. "What?" she asked, mildly annoyed.

"What? What were you doing with Amelia?"

"I just answered that. Having lunch."

"But I thought you hated her?" Trevor asked, perplexed.

"I'm just taking things up a notch. Chill out."

"Jesus Kay, are you –"

"I said chill the fuck out." Kaylin's voice was stern now. "If you're too much of a pussy to stand up for yourself, that's your problem. I don't mind taking the reigns, but you could show a little fucking respect. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be stuck with that pathetic slut."

"Don't you call her that!" Trevor yelled back.

"God, you are completely beyond saving, you know that?" Kaylin stood there like she was savoring the moment before she laid down her winning hand. "I got what I needed, and I'm done with you. Get the fuck out."

Trevor was speechless, trying to find some way to respond. "but...I thought..."

"I'm sorry I don't have my bitch-to-loser translation book, so I'm just going to have to say it slower and hope that you catch on. Ready? Get. The. Fuck. Out." She paused for effect before adding, "NOW!" then she turned her attention back to the computer and did not look at Trevor as he slowly walked towards the door, gave one last glance back at her, and slammed it shut.

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"Hey" Sophia said with surprise, for she had opened the front door to find that Estelle was the one who had knocked.

"Hey you, how ya been?" Estelle replied in her usual chirpy voice.

"Uh...do you really want me to answer honestly?"

"Hm, I can guess. Confused. Depressed. Gorging on chocolate. I've been the same way. Can I come in?"

Sophia nodded and opened the door wider so that Estelle could enter. Estelle hugged a startled Sophia, who took a moment to overcome the surprise before returning the embrace. Estelle was about to let go, but Sophia held on tighter which, in turn, caused Estelle to tighten her hug. They stayed like that for awhile before finally disengaging.

"I've missed you," Estelle began, "I'm sorry I didn't come over sooner."

"That's okay, come on back," Sophia responded. She took Estelle's hand and led her back to her bedroom, then shut the door.

"So, what have you been –" Estelle began before being interrupted due to Sophia's lips pressing themselves against her mouth. Unable to resist, she opened her mouth to return the kiss. It did not take long at all for both of the girls' hands to grab and tug at each other's clothes, trying to get them off without interrupting their oral passion.

Unlike before, Sophia seemed to be taking the lead. She hurriedly unbuttoned her lover's hot pink blouse and began trailing her kisses down her chest. She could feel the chest rise and push against her lips because of Estelle's heavy breaths. Her mouth found a breast, still covered with a black bra, and hungrily sucked at the nipple inside. She bit lightly, and was rewarded with a whimper from above.

Next to be unbuttoned was Estelle's jeans. As soon as they were opened, Sophia licked the belly button before her. She had just pulled down the panties along with the jeans to Estelle's knees, when she felt two hands on her arms pulling her up. She was disappointed, but stood up anyway and looked at Estelle for an explanation.

Instead of explaining her actions, Estelle simply kissed Sophia again and slid her hand down her pants. This made Sophia quickly forget her objections and gave in to her lover's tantalizing touch. She could feel herself getting wet and making Estelle's fingers sticky as they circled her clitoris. She unbuttoned her own pants because she was becoming impatient and wanted to move beyond foreplay.

Estelle sensed her eagerness and smiled, for her own patience was faltering just as quickly. "God I've been thinking about you ever since you left."

"Yeah? What have you been thinking about?" Sophia asked in between kisses.

"How we should go to the mall more often," Estelle answered through her grin, "If that's what it takes to get you in bed."

Sophia laughed and threw herself onto the bed. "Well see, here I am! And you didn't even have to buy me lingerie."

Estelle gave her trademark naughty smile as she climbed on top of Sophia's lower legs. She kissed her way up Sophia's thighs until her lips met with her mound. She rubbed her cheek on the neatly trimmed pubic hair affectionately, which earned another giggle from her girlfriend.

As Estelle stretched her tongue out to meet her lover's vagina, she made sure to keep eye contact. She smiled and stared at Sophia watching her, as her tongue swirled around the folds and crevasses in her moist flower. Watching her being watched was really turning Estelle on, and she began rubbing her crotch against Sophia's lower leg as she continued to lick her.

As with everything, this act became a kind of game to Estelle. She pressed her tongue harder against Sophia and, while still propping herself on her elbow, inserted a finger inside her canal. The object of the game was to cause Sophia so much pleasure that she broke eye contact. So far it wasn't working, but she sensed that the combination of her tongue and finger was slowly chiseling away at Sophia' willpower. Sophia's mouth was gradually opening and her eyelids were starting to flutter.

Estelle added another finger and increased her speed, and it wasn't too long before Sophia was making the unmistakable sounds of nearing an orgasm. Her breath quickened and her mouth clenched tight. Finally, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she climaxed. Estelle smiled to herself.

After the aftershocks faded, Estelle climbed up the bed so that she was face-to-face with Sophia. Sophia smelled her sex on her lover's mouth and found it to be very arousing. She kissed her softly, tasting herself. Then she remembered what bothered her before.

"Estelle?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Why wouldn't you let me taste you earlier?"

Estelle put her hand on Sophia's cheek and said, "Oh, love; it's nothing to do with you. It's just something that I don't let people do."

"Why?" Sophia asked, her voice filled with sincere concern.

The two girls stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then Estelle sighed with resignation. "I have a...medical condition," she began, "my vagina is...um..."

"It's okay, you don't have to say," Sophia assured her as she put her arm on Estelle's shoulder.

"No, it's okay; you're going to find out sooner or later. My vagina is deformed. Specifically, the outer labia are severely disproportionate to each other. When I was in high school, I had a relationship with this really nice girl. We took it slow and steady at first, but eventually the heat became too much for us and we ended up back at her place. She got me to undress and went to taste me...well, let's just say that she was disgusted by what she saw."

For the first time, Sophia saw the smile fade completely from Estelle's face, replaced with one of sorrow that was struggling to keep from breaking down. She tightened her grip on her girlfriend's shoulder sympathetically.

"So...ever since then, I've never been able to let anyone see what it looks like. Except Amelia. Amelia's so much kinder and more understanding than anyone gives her credit for." Estelle stroked Sophia's hair gently as she spoke, "in fact, she wants to do it again...you know, the three of us."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Amelia's sorry for what she did. She wants to see you again."

"Yeah right," Sophia said as she thought of Amelia and Kaylin eating lunch together.

"If you don't believe me, come look," Estelle beckoned as she got up from the bed and walked over to the computer desk, "she sent me an email just today about how much she misses you."

Estelle sat down at Sophia's computer and signed into her e-mail account. Sophia came up behind her and placed her head on top of Estelle's. She watched the screen as it informed them that there was one new message waiting for Estelle, who promptly clicked on it to see that the e-mail was from none other than...

"Kaylin?!" Sophia lifted her head, startled at seeing the name.

"Yeah, she's my ex-girlfriend. Why, do you know her?"

Sophia's face went pale as she began to stutter, searching for the right words.

"Oh c'mon; you're not jealous are you? We've been broken up for a few months. You have nothing to worry about." Estelle seemed oblivious to Sophia's alarm as she responded cheerily.

The header of the mail said, "A present for you", and the body contained a video that began loading. After a moment, it showed a picture of a dark room that Sophia recognized. Before she could say anything, Estelle clicked the play button. The room was filled with moans and groans of sex as the video showed Kaylin getting her pussy licked by a dark-haired woman. Sophia's eyes widened with horror as she realized who the dark-haired woman was.

"...Sophia?" Estelle said slowly as she stared at the video, not moving. She was clearly in shock, trying desperately to comprehend what was on the screen in front of her. Neither of the girls said a word as the video reached its end and stopped.

"I-I'm sorry," Sophia began, pleadingly, "I didn't know..."

"I have to leave," Estelle said quietly. She got up, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the door without looking at Sophia. She felt a hand grab her arm and heard a voice beg for forgiveness, but she ignored both.

Sophia just stood there in the doorway with her head down, sobbing.



Words Made Flesh Ch. 13



The weather was just cool enough for the two of them to ask each other if they were sure they wanted to eat outside, but sunny enough for both of them to still want to. Trevor led the way to the far table that was away from the other patrons, with Raquel not far behind. Although the typical pleasantries had taken place, she could tell that the conversation that they would soon be having would have little to do with the weather.

As Raquel poured herself a glass of tea from a pitcher that they were sharing, she listened to her friend reveal his true feelings regarding the break-up between him and Sophia. Most of his feelings of anger and regret were perfectly understandable; predictable, even. However, it was the reason driving these emotions that she didn't expect to hear. Trevor informed her of the night Amelia and Estelle had slipped something in his drink, and the kiss that they shared with Sophia. She sighed heavily as she offered a sympathetic ear.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl," she lamented as she shook her head with disappointment.

"Well...I'm sure she was only working out some anger issues with me." Trevor cautiously replied.

"What do you mean?" Raquel inquired.

Trevor took a long pause in order to gather the courage to reveal everything. "I was cheating on her."

"Oh Trevor...why would you do that?"

"I don't know...I can't even remember how this all started in the first place. I guess it just happened." Trevor glanced up from his plate to see that Raquel was staring intently at him, expecting a more reasonable explanation than that. "I guess I was just being stupid."

"Well...I'm not saying that it justifies their actions, but maybe you two should have worked this out before things got out of hand."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"Oh come on! Even I knew that Sophia had a crush on Amelia. Don't tell me that you never..." Raquel stuttered at the hurt look on Trevor's face, "...you...never? You really never knew? Trevor...love...how could you not know?"

Trevor considered this question. When did it get to the point to where he no longer knew his girlfriend? Maybe he had been so focused on work that he rarely gave himself time for anything else. Maybe it was just because he had lost interest in life, and was simply going through the motions. The two sat in silence as the world continued to go about its business around them. Trevor's eyes rested on the steady stream of people walking alongside the street. His mind was replaying random moments in his recent past. He was surprised to find that very few of them included Sophia, which was the one thing that should have been consistent among the memories. Instead, all that filled his mind were remorseful thoughts of Kaylin. He had let himself become infected with her poison, and now he had helped destroy the life of someone he loved.

Suddenly he raised his head as if he had been charged with a newfound purpose. "Raquel, listen; there's something I have to do. I'll talk to you later though, k?" he said as he dropped a ten dollar bill on the table to pay for his lunch. Before Raquel could ask where he was going, he quickly grabbed his coat off the back of the chair and left.

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"Baby, let's go out." Amelia suggested to a very mopey Estelle, "You haven't even been outside in days."

Estelle had been sitting on the couch with a blanket over her legs ever since Kaylin sent her that video of her and Sophia having sex. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt that said "Ask me about my apathy." She stared at the television with a permanent deadpan expression, though it was clear that her brain was far too distant to register anything on the screen. The only time she got up was when she had to pee, and the only time her face changed was when the video flashed in her mind and made her cry.

"No thank you," Estelle said with a monotone voice.

"You know, if you don't get enough sunshine you're going to wither away." Amelia said in a soft, yet, playful, voice.

This caused a tiny giggle to emerge from Estelle, despite herself. However, this loosening of the grip on her emotions caused her to cry a second later. The sight of her lover's sorrow broke Amelia's heart. She came over to the edge of the couch and hugged Estelle's head.

"Baby, it's going to get better; I promise. I'm so sorry I let this happen."

"I don't blame you...I just...I really thought that...she was the one...you know? The one for us..." Estelle spoke in between sobs.

"I know baby, I know."

Just then the doorbell rang. Amelia sighed and rolled her eyes, but let go of Estelle to go answer it. Her eyes immediately narrowed at seeing Trevor standing there. For a moment they stood, deadlocked, but then Amelia decided to step outside and close the door behind her.

"I don't know why you would even think to come here, but-"

"I won't stay long, I promise. But I have to tell you something."

Amelia considered those words, then said, "Speak quickly."

"Look...I'm not proud of this, but Kaylin and I have been plotting against the three of you ever since Sophia and I broke up."

"Oh really? And how's that?"

"Like when she embellished what she saw at the mall the other day in order to make you jealous. Or that conversation you two had about how you're too good to be held down by another woman." Trevor's knowledge of that private conversation caught Amelia off-guard. Her face must have betrayed her thoughts, for he added, "She tells me everything; it's all been part of her plan."

"And why would she do that?"

"Because she wants revenge. Same as I did. I hated you two after that night and wanted nothing more than to make all of you suffer. But I realized that what we were doing was pretty fucked up. I tried to talk her out of it, but the bitch is crazy. She kicked me out."

"Well it looks like nobody wants you anymore, doesn't it?"

"I'm not here to ask for forgiveness; I just want to set things right."

"Why?"

"Because I love Sophia."

Amelia gave him a long, hard look before saying, "Fine. Come in."

She opened the door and a very nervous Trevor followed close behind. Estelle turned and looked in their direction when she heard the door shut. She hissed when she saw Trevor.

"Why is there a boy in our house?" she asked in a voice filled with hostility.

"Relax, he has something he wants to say to us."

Estelle took a closer look and realized who it was. "What the fuck do YOU want?" she asked in a voice that was twice as venomous as the first.

"He says that he and Kaylin have been plotting revenge on us." Amelia informed her.

"Why would she do that? She's got YOU, hasn't she?" Estelle said to Trevor, in response to this.

"Not anymore. She's been planting seeds of jealousy in all three of you. Like the video she sent you. Recording that video was the only reason she seduced Sophia." Trevor explained.

"Wait - video?" Amelia inquired to Estelle, "You just said that they slept together. You never said anything about a recording. She sent this to you?"

"I didn't want to say anything. You two are friends." Estelle said as she hung her head down.

"Jesus, Estelle! You are always going to be more important to me than any friend. Don't you realize that?"

"See," Trevor interjected, "This is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about. She wants you two to break up."

"And what about you?!" Estelle screamed so loudly that even Amelia jolted, "What did you want to have happen?"

"What did you expect? You took Sophia away from me!"

"We didn't TAKE anything," Amelia said, "Sophia made her own decision. If she chose us over you then maybe that's not our problem; it's yours."

Trevor couldn't find any argument to combat that statement. In fact, those words made him realize how much he thought of Sophia as a possession, rather than a living person. He looked away from Estelle's piercing stare and found no comfort in Amelia's stone cold expression.

"I'd better go," he said quietly.

"Yeah, you'd-" Estelle began to yell some more, but silenced herself when Amelia looked at her and held up her hand. She walked behind him as he made his way over to the door, and followed him out.

"Look. I'm not saying that I forgive you, but I know how hard it was to come here and tell us that, so..." Amelia struggled to make herself say the words, "...thank you."

Trevor stood silently to accept the words, then nodded and walked away. For some reason, Amelia felt compelled to watch him as he got into his car and drove off. She even kept track of the vehicle as it reached the next stop light down the road. After it turned out of sight, she finally went back into the house.

"What are you doing?" Amelia asked.

"Bitch wants to play? Bitch wants to go around ruining people's lives? I can play that game. I fucking invented that game." There was a vengeful fire in Estelle's eyes the likes of which Amelia had never seen before. She sat in front of the computer clicking the mouse furiously. The video that Kaylin had sent popped up, then froze as Estelle pressed the "ctrl" and "print screen" buttons simultaneously.

"Oh? Can I play?" Amelia asked as she began to understand what her girlfriend was up to. A wicked grin spread across Estelle's face.

"Sure. Have a seat."

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A faint reflection of Sophia's face blended with the images on the monitor. Her hand barely moved as she clicked on the mouse, mechanically visiting each site that was bookmarked in her favorites list. Suddenly, a small icon popped up at the bottom of her desktop to let her know that she had just received a new email.

To her surprise, it was from Amelia. She wondered if Estelle had provoked her girlfriend to tear into her. Estelle probably hated Sophia now, and Amelia would most likely be thrilled to have her to herself again. These thoughts caused Sophia to click on the delete button. The computer asked her if she was sure that she wanted to delete the email. She hesitated because she knew that never knowing the contents of the email would eat away at her. She clicked "No" and opened the message instead.

The top of the message explained what Trevor had confessed to the girls earlier. The next paragraph told Sophia that they had no intention of taking such abuse from anyone, much less an ex. So they captured a still frame from the video that Kaylin made, made some adjustments to it, and sent it to every email address in her office, including her boss.

Somewhere across town, Kaylin was opening an email from Estelle at that same moment. However, instead of an explanation for the email, there was this:

"Hey, sorry it took so long to get this photo to you. I don't know why you wanted me to send it to your work address – I imagine something like this could get you into a lot of trouble – but, it's your call. Can't wait to do it again!"

Back in Sophia's room, she clicked on the attachment and opened it in an image viewer, and burst out laughing at what she saw. There was Kaylin, spread-eagle on her bed, from the same night that she and Sophia had slept together. Except, instead of Sophia, there was a doberman pinscher between her legs, licking her pussy. The still frame that they had captured showed her grabbing the headboard with both hands, her mouth open and her eyes closed in ecstasy. It looked very real, and she imagined that one of the girls altered it in some fancy program.

Across town, Kaylin stared in absolute horror at the doctored image of her participating in bestiality. Her stomach began to feel queasy when she saw that this same email was sent to everyone in her office. She looked around and saw the same image popping up on at least half of her co-workers' computer monitors. She slunk down in her chair to hide her head, but she knew that this feeble act would do nothing to help her escape the situation.

"Excuse me," an older man said behind her. She whirled around to see her boss staring at her with cold eyes. "May I see you in my office? Now?"

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"Well, I think that this is going to require some heavy getting sloshed." Estelle proclaimed as she handed out everyone's favorite drinks. Amelia received her bottle of Merlot, Estelle had her pina coloda sitting on the table and she gave Sophia a bottle of Chardonnay, not bothering to offer anyone glasses. She didn't look at Sophia as she set her wine on the table in front of her. Sophia noticed this, and dared not say anything. Estelle sat down next to Amelia, with Sophia on the other side of the couch.

"So," Amelia began, "who wants to go first?" Of course, no one did. An uncomfortable silence filled the room until everyone reached for their bottles and took sips, then gulps. Almost in unison, everyone set their bottles back on the table.

Estelle, being in a fragile state, that was not much better than the one she was in before Trevor came, stated coldly, "You really hurt me, Sophia."

"I know," Sophia replied with almost no emotion in her voice.

"You could apologize, you know."

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"Yes I –"

"Alright enough!" Amelia interrupted, causing the two to look up at her with staggered expressions, "I don't care what you girls have to do, but work it out! Now I and my magic make-me-not-want-to-kill-you-both-and-hide-the-bodies bottle are going to go into the other room to share some quality alone time."

Amelia stood up and took her bottle of Merlot into the bedroom, shutting the door forcefully behind her. The girls just stared at each other with their mouths gaping. Suddenly Sophia got up, too.

"Where are you going?" Estelle asked, her voice unable to hide a hint of alarm.

"I'm leaving. This was a mistake. I should have never even come over. You can have your girlfriend back."

"Fuck, what is she, a movie rental? You borrowed her, checked out all her special features and now you're returning her? Did you rewind her first?"

"That fucking smart ass shit is exactly what I'm –" Sophia's verbal rampage was cut short by a fit of laughter brought on by the mental image of Amelia's ass sporting a sticker that said "please be kind, rewind." on it.

"What's so funny?" Estelle asked, actually oblivious to the humor behind the remark that she just made.

"The mental image...of Amelia," Sophia tried to speak in between giggles, "running her tits...through a demagnetizer."

Estelle was determined to stay angry so that she could make her point, but she couldn't help but laugh at that shared image. Both girls looked at each other in silence for about two seconds before simultaneously exploding with giggles.

Suddenly Sophia's giggles turned to hysterical sobs. This made Estelle stop laughing and grab her girlfriend in a tight embrace. Sophia was not able to stop. She cried so hard that she could barely breathe. Estelle just kept holding her, for that was all she could think to do.

"I'm sorry....I'm...sorry," Sophia managed to get out between sobs.

"Shh...don't be sorry. It happened, it's over." Estelle reassured her.

"You...hate me," Sophia's voice could barely overcome the crying.

"No, no. You didn't know. It's okay. I don't hate you, I promise."

No amount of verbal comfort could sooth Sophia. She fell to the floor, no longer having the will to stand on her own feet. Estelle followed her down, not letting go. Despite Estelle's efforts, Sophia kept repeating that she was sorry, over and over.

The girls barely noticed that the bedroom door had opened and a very concerned Amelia looked in. After taking it in, she sat down next to Sophia on the opposite side as Estelle. She stroked Sophia's hair gently, reassuring her that they both loved her, and that she wasn't to blame for what had happened. After several minutes, Sophia's frantic crying slowed down so that there was only the occasional dry sob. When everything was quiet again, Amelia put her first finger under Sophia's chin, and gently raised her head so that she could see her face. Sophia still would not look at her in the eyes, but she spoke anyway.

"I just wanted...to forget," Sophia spoke slowly, "...I thought...that I could move on...but I couldn't...even after Kaylin, I couldn't forget...because I love you." She looked up into Estelle's eyes as she said those last words. Estelle gave her a heartwarming smile and kissed her. Then Sophia looked over at Amelia and whispered with a voice that was hoarse from crying, "and I love you, too." Like Estelle, Amelia leaned into Sophia's lips and received them gently.

Amelia kept her mouth on Sophia's lips, who began returning the kiss. Her mouth opened passively, for she was too weak to do anything but let Amelia take control. Estelle rested her forehead against the side of Sophia's cheek to show her affection. After the dominant redhead's tongue had thoroughly caressed the inside of her mouth, Sophia turned her head so that she was facing Estelle.

"Please forgive me," Sophia whispered pleadingly.

"I forgive you, love," Estelle said just as softly, "I'm your angel, remember?"

Sophia let out a brief giggle before kissing her brunette lover with recharged passion. That same hunger that had emerged when she was with Kaylin had once again resurfaced, and she could contain it no longer. She leaned into Estelle with one hand on her breast and one hand behind her head. Estelle's own fire seemed to be rekindled, for her hands were running all over Sophia's torso, her fingernails clawing at the blouse. She began to undo each button as fast as she could, while Sophia momentarily stopped her kisses to lift Estelle's shirt up over her head.

Amelia, still behind Sophia, helped to unsnap her bra as Estelle got hers off. Then the dark-haired beauty began sucking hungrily at her partner's breasts, going back and forth between both nipples. Amelia took this opportunity to begin kissing Estelle, who was now leaning back on her elbows and giving into the unspoken notion that she was to be the submissive one this time. After Sophia had moved over to the breast farthest from Amelia, the red-haired goddess left Estelle's lips and began sucking on the other breast. Estelle began to make fierce moans of pleasure at having both nipples nursed simultaneously.

Sophia was not going to allow any foreplay to be prolonged; she unbuttoned Estelle's jeans, but found that she had to let go of her breast to pull them completely off. She then stood up to push her own skirt down before climbing on top of her brunette girlfriend. After aligning her vagina to her lover's, she began rotating her hips clockwise. Estelle responded by placing her hands on Sophia's ass and encouraging the gyrating movement.

Meanwhile, Amelia was now taking her own shirt off. She slid her hand down her own pants and kneaded her own vulva, turned on by the site of her two girlfriends making love. They both noticed this and each took one hand to bring Amelia in closer so that they could suck on her nipples. This sensation, along with that of fingering herself, was enough to bring her dangerously close to the edge. Instead, she took her hand out of her pants and stood up to take them off.

Estelle gave Amelia a wicked hungry look, and licked her lips. She took her lover's hand and motioned for her to come closer. Amelia didn't need to be told twice; she straddled Estelle's head and pushed her sex up against the girl's eager mouth. She moaned as she felt the tongue immediately begin rubbing itself on her flower.

The sight of her idol's bare ass so close to her face was too much for Sophia to resist. Careful to keep her rhythm of grinding into Estelle, she leaned in and began nibbling on Amelia's backside. Amelia reached down and put her hand on Sophia's head encouragingly.

Amelia was quickly approaching the edge of climax and decided against fighting it. She rode Estelle's mouth and dipped her head back as the waves of pleasure began to course through her body. Sophia's nibbling added a new level of intensity that she had never felt before. As a result, her body shook so much that she had to step over Estelle and fall beside her.




Words Made Flesh Ch. 13



The other girls smirked at her briefly before returning their attention to each other. Sophia continued riding her angel, as Amelia got back up and began biting her shoulder. Sophia reached down and kissed Estelle as she did this. The red-haired Goddess noticed that this gesture brought both girls' breasts against each other, and decided to bury her face into their chests and suck both of the girls' nipples together. Sophia instinctively moved back a little to give her lover more room, and shivered as she felt the tongue sliding back and forth between her and Estelle. After a bit, Amelia regained interest in Sophia's shoulder and continued nibbling. As her teeth moved further up her neck, Sophia tilted her head and closed her eyes. Her rhythm became faster and more frantic, and Estelle pushed her pelvis up with more force. Both girls whimpered and moaned loudly as they brought each other to orgasm.

Sophia collapsed on top of Estelle, who wrapped her arms around Sophia again. Amelia smiled, satisfied with the girls' reconciliation.

"God, I've missed you so much..." Estelle whispered into Sophia's ear.

"Me too, Angel, me too."