15 comments/ 29222 views/ 21 favorites The Old and New I Ch. 01 By: Neira4 Dedicated to my friend Keller23 for your support and motivation. Thanks for your help. For the readers: just be nice. This is my first time doing this, so be light on the criticism. While welcome, I will only accept it politely./i> ***** Friday, September 26th Today was worse then most. It was one when the heart wrenching loneliness tears me completely apart. I couldn't bring myself to speak up during class. I couldn't even focus. I just sat there staring at the black tracks staining the white board. I'm thinking about doing it again. I haven't thought about it since the hospital, but I think this might be it. I might just do it. I figure if I jump from the top of the school, that could kill me. It would be swift. I think I'd do it at night, that way no one would see me. No one would care anyway. No one would even notice as my blood and brains paint the sidewalks, would they? No one ever does. No one ever will. I'm so close to doing it now. I just Esther's thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of the door. She knew it was probably Laurel, her roommate, so she didn't bother turning around from her desk to greet her. "Hey." She said plainly, letting her pen hover over the page of her notebook as she tried to board her train of thought again. "'Sup." she heard from behind her. It sure sounded like Laurel. Most of the time when she spoke, she sounded like she was trying to portray a "ghetto gangster/hipster bitch", as Esther liked to refer to it, however it often was betrayed by her pain skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes Esther didn't know who she thought she was, but was simply a wannabe in her eyes. "So Est," Laurel announced using Esther's unapproved nickname. "Whatcha up to?" "Writing." Esther responded plainly. "Oh? Whatcha writing? I didn't think we had an essay this week." Esther brought her less dominant left hand to the bridge of her nose to squeeze at it with frustration. She let out a puffed response. "It's something personal." "Oh...well, see ya." Laurel waved as she sped out the door. Esther fell back against her swerving chair. She didn't feel like writing anymore. After closing her journal, she stuffed it between her headboard and her mattress to keep it concealed. Rising from her chair, she had the need to just clear her head. She headed for the bathroom. Esther removed her glasses, placing them on the counter. She slid her feet out of her shoes and socks, feeling the cool porcelain floor with her bare feet. Her cardigan and skirt were soon to follow, revealing her pink bra and panties. She lazily stretched her arms over her head with a widening yawn. Esther examined her exposed form. She felt very content with her body: her weight, her breast size, her abnormal yet convenient lack of body hair for her age. There was only one thing that really didn't appeal to her. Esther reached her hand down to her crotch. In the front of her panties, there was a slight bulge. Poking at it with her own disapproval, she let out a sigh. She unhooked her bra and allowed it to join her other clothing on the floor. She dug her fingers under the lip of her panties, pulling them over her bulge. Her tender pink head poked out from the panties, throbbing profusely. Esther stared at it, disgusted and ashamed of her deformity. She wished she had been born like a normal girl rather than being burdened with this abnormality. She let her panties fall to her ankles before stretching her legs out of them. She didn't get it. Why did even have both? She was pretty sure she was a girl, after all. She didn't understand why she had to have this disgusting masculine thing above her feminine flower. And why did it get so hard and sensitive sometimes? Esther shook away her negative thoughts and turned the valve, activating the shower. She allowed the temperature of the water to heat up before stepping inside. She let the jets of water massage at her tense back. She let the waters hit her shoulder-length brunette locks. Finally, she let her mind drift from the thoughts that plagued her mind. She didn't leave the shower until the water had begun to loose its warmth. At that point, grabbed a white towel from the sink to dry her hair and body off, careful not to touch at the appendage between her legs other than light drying dabs. After wrapping herself in her towel, Esther put on her glasses before taking her clothing and shoes to her bed. She dropped the shoes to the floor and her clothes to the bed. She then laid herself down beside the clothing. She picked up her headphones from the nightstand along with her iPod and began where she left off. The powerful sound of electric guitars, basses, and drums shook her ear, forcing her voice out with it. "Feels like your life is over, Feels like all hope is lost. You kiss it all away? Maybe, maybe. This is the second coming, This is our call to arms. Your finest hour won't be Wasted, wasted. Hey, hey, Hell is what you Make, make. Raise against your Fate, fate. Nothing's gonna keep you down Even if it's killing you Because you know the truth. Listen up! Listen up! There's a devil in the church. There's a bullet in the chamber And this is gonna hurt! Let it out! Let it out! You can scream and you can shout. Keep your secrets in the shadows And you'll be sorry. Everybody's getting up. Everybody's on the run. Listen up! Listen up! There's a devil in the church. Got a bullet in the chamber And this is gonna hurt!" Esther sang with a previously unseen delight. Singing always was a way for her to escape her own tormenting and self-loathing thoughts. Her usual demeanor, not to mention her concealed depression, wouldn't allow her to be open or even enjoy something, but occasionally, when alone and her thoughts were at bay, she could let it out. She stood from the bed in her towel and began to dance alongside her voice. "You got your hell together, You know it could be worse. A self-inflicted murder? Maybe, maybe. You say it's all a crisis, You say it's all a blur. There comes a time you've gotta Face it, face it. Hey, hey, Hell is what you Make, make. Raise against your Fate, fate. Nothing's gonna keep you down Even if it's killing you Because you know the truth. Listen up! Listen up! There's a devil in the church. There's a bullet in the chamber And this is gonna hurt! Let it out! Let it out! You can scream and you can shout. Keep your secrets in the shadows And you'll be sorry. Everybody's getting numb. Everybody's on the run. Listen up! Listen up! There's a devil in the church. Got a bullet in the chamber And this is gonna hurt. This is gonna-" Her towel's hold began to loosen as she shimmied along with the solo, sliding gradually down her chest. Her head thrashed side to side, spinning her hair around her shoulders. Her eyes shut as she was consumed in the barrage of sounds. "Listen up! Listen up! There's a devil in the church. There's a bullet in the chamber And this is gonna hurt! Let it out! Let it out! You can scream and you can shout. Keep your secrets in the shadows And you'll be sorry. Everybody's get-" Esther's voice was cut short as she opened her eyes to see Laurel standing at the opened door. She was startled back after realizing her presence. Ignoring her previous activities, Esther put on her facade, crossing her arms and scrunching up her face out of irritation. "Haven't you heard of knocking?" She whipped her head. There was a pause as Esther awaited a response. The pause continued into an eerie silence. Growing irritated by the lack of response, Esther snapped her head back to Laurel. She noticed that Laurel's mouth hung open with her eyes widened. Confused and agitated, Esther threw her arms up in the air. "What?" Laurel's eyes twitched for a moment, indicating that she heard Esther's voice however she didn't alter her gaze. Taking a second to calm herself, Esther followed her roommate's eyes to her crotch. Esther yelped as she realized that her towel had been at her ankles the entire time. Panicked, she covered her crotch, simultaneously using her upper arms to cover her breasts. How could she explain this thing that she shouldn't have? What would Laurel do? Knowing her big mouth, she might even blab about her secret to everyone she knows. "L-Laurel, this, um...I just...it's not..." Esther struggled to gather her words. What could she say? Before Esther could try to continue, Laurel approached her. She knelt down, her blonde strands grazing Esther's shaft, only to pick up to towel and pull it up for Esther. After Laurel picked herself back up, she stared into Esther's eyes for a moment. "...so," she began, her voice coming out softer than Esther had ever heard it before. "Do you want to explain this?" The door now closed and locked, Esther and Laurel sat on their beds on opposite sides of the room. Esther held her hands in her lap. Her towel was pulled up now and tied as it should be, however she still felt the need to push her hands deeply into her lap to shield the extremity. "So," Laurel finally said. "You were born like that?" Esther nodded, avoiding all eye-contact. She felt so vulnerable, like she was completely exposed to the world. She failed to even keep up her usual composure. "Laurel..." Esther mumbled, almost inaudibly. "Can you please keep this a secret?" Laurel tapped her hand on her lap, now avoiding Esther's eyes. "Y-yeah, of course." She stuttered nervously. Her nervousness primarily stemmed from her next request. "But can I ask something of you in return?" Esther's eyes shot up. Something in return? What could she want? "Sure," she muttered reluctantly, looking back to her thighs. "Whatever you want..." "Okay..." Laurel swallowed a deep breath. "Can I see it again?" She stammered out quickly. "What?" Esther darted her eyes back to Laurel, her tone somewhat aggressive. "You said whatever I wanted, right?" Laurel raised her hands in defense. "That's what I want." Esther's face burned as she gritted her teeth in defeat. "F-fine." Esther pulled her hands up from her thighs, gripping onto the towel as she did so. She slowly lifted the fabric to reveal her erect length. About six inches long and three inches in girth. Esther quickly lowered the towel over her secret, creating a tent in the towel. "T-there. You saw it again." Laurel laughed playfully. "You know that's not what I meant." Esther puffed reluctantly, her reddening more as she lifted her towel again. Laurel approached, dropping to her knees to get a better view. She cocked her head to the side as she eyed the appendage. She neared the hardened shaft, so close that she could feel the intense heat radiating from it on her cheeks. "Why is it hard?" Laurel chuckled as she examined the veins throbbing as she got closer. Esther looked to the walls, embarrassed by the entire situation, hungering for the whole thing just to be over with. "I don't know. Just hurry up already." She snapped down to her roommate in an attempt to be demanding, however her voice crackled under her nerves. "Calm down." Laurel said, almost in a trance as she stared down the shaft, noticing Esther's moist flower as well. "Oh, I get it." "W-what?" Esther's voice lowered. "You're 'in the mood'." Laurel smirked sultrily up to Esther. "W-what do you mean?" Esther whimpered as she felt the hot breaths hit her shaft. Ignoring her question, Laurel went in to test her theory. "Let's see what happens it I touch it..." Laurel lifted a finger to the tender pink tip. She touched the small slit at its head with her fingertip, dragging the digit down to the base of the head. She heard another whimper from Esther as a few driblets of transparent fluid dripped out. Laurel turned her green eyes back up to Esther's. "Wow, I guess I was right." "S-stop that." Esther stammered her eyes shutting from the intensity. Continuing to ignore Esther's pleas, Laurel wrapped her digits around the hard length as best she could, pumping from the head down to the base once. She began to feel the appendage throbbing in her hands violently. Esther's voice broke into a winced moan, her eyes shutting and her hands being pulled to her chest. Laurel then felt the convulsions of the rod in her hands increase in frequency. At last, a large spurt of thick white fluids shot forth from the head with a spasm. The thick rope plopped onto Laurel, landing on the part of her hair and training down her forehead to bridge of her nose. The small spurts to follow would only nip at her nose and chin. A thin final rope found its place on Laurel's hand. "Wow, Est," Laurel couldn't hold back a chuckle. "That was fast. I barely even touched it." She began to collect the majority of the thick fluids on her hand. "I actually thought you were just fucking with me and had a toy or something attached to you, but I guess this thing is as real as them all." Esther didn't seem to hear Laurel's judgements. She didn't even seem to realize where she was or what just happened. "What...what was that?" She said between her pants as she came down from her orgasmic high. Laurel's smile once again turned to an expression of shock after hearing Esther's words. "Wait, you've never done anything like this before?" Esther drowsily shook her head. "You've never even touched it like this yourself?" Once again, she shook her head. "Oh..." Laurel looked around awkwardly upon the realization of Esther's virginity. "So this was your first orgasm?" "I-I guess so." She stuttered. Esther finally looked down to see Laurel's coated face. It brought heat to her cheeks to see her like that. "I'm sorry. Did I do that to you?" Laurel stared down at the softening length in her hand for a moment of brief thought before quickly releasing her hold on Esther and rising to her feet. "Whatever, I'm done now." Esther's eyes lit up hopefully, though her face and body failed to respond in a similar manner, partially due to exhaustion. "So, you'll keep my secret?" Laurel turned to the bathroom. "Yeah," she snapped somewhat defensively. "That's what I said, wasn't it?" Laurel slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. *** Esther had ended up falling asleep shortly after Laurel had exited to the bathroom. When she woke, the rays of sunlight showered her face with a bright greeting. Esther sat up to see that she was still naked, though she had been tucked into her bed. Laurel. Her mind echoed her name, reminded of the events of the night before. She had experienced a new feeling for the first time in her life. It was something so pleasant she couldn't even describe it. She sat up from her bed, feeling her nightstand for her glasses. Once she could see clearly, she noticed Laurel's bed was empty. Laurel was never up before Esther was. She decided to take this time to do some writing. She slipped out of bed and into some of her favorite clothes: a pair of laced panties, her black pantyhose, plaid miniskirt, white dress shirt and her dark brown cardigan to top it off. Once dressed, she sat down at the desk between the two beds. She reached into the crevice between her mattress and headboard, feeling for the small book hidden inside. Once she found it, she pulled it out, opening to last page she was working on. She had no desire to continue on her depressed rant on her life, or her constant theme of ending it for once. Instead, she'd much rather write about the night before. Saturday, September 27th I felt something new for the first time last night. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt amazing. The thing that torments me most in the world gave me such an exquisite sensation. It was divine. Most of all, Laurel of all people made me feel it. I've never cared much for her, but it saw a different side of her last night and I guess the same goes for her. I felt so vulnerable under her, but it was a different vulnerability than what I've felt before. It was somehow enjoyable. Most of all, the way she touched me felt amazing. I just can't explain it. I'd love to feel more of it, but I'm not even sure I can face Laurel anymore. It was all just so compromising. It'd be so embarrassing if she were to bring it up or even talk to her. Esther sighed pensively. What if Laurel didn't even want to share a room anymore? She didn't think that she'd change to another room, given that this room was one of the few in the dorm that had its own bathroom (Esther was allowed to have this room because of her special condition, or as she worded it when applying for the room, her "disability"). Despite what disapproval she had for many of Laurel's actions, she wouldn't be able to take it if there was no Laurel or at least someone like her. She needed someone to take her mind off of her depression, a pallet cleanser for her mind to scrape away the self-loathing thoughts. If she was left alone here, she may even go through with what she had wanted so passionately to do so often, the thing she considered doing the most in her fits of loneliness. As soon as she saw Laurel again, they'd have to talk. Hopefully, she could convince her to stay. As if designed by fate, the door cracked opened. Laurel stepped in, equipped with a back-turned baseball cap, a thin black hoody zipped up to shield her chest, and formfitting black running shorts that left her perfect legs in view. Her face showed that she was contemplating something. Her expression changed to a nervous blush once she saw Esther was awake and watching her as she entered. Closing the door, Laurel avoided eye-contact and rushed to her bed. She pulled a few things from her nightstand, throwing them into her backpack. Esther couldn't quite make out what they were, but she recognized the opportunity. "Um...hey." She nervously announced to her blonde hair roommate. "Hmm." She hummed a response before taking her backpack up on her left shoulder and turning back to the door. "W-wait, Laurel." Esther spoke up, trying to raise her voice. For some reason, she found it much harder to keep up this hardened, professional image of hers. "C-can we t-talk?" "About what?" Laurel puffed, still not turning to face Esther. Esther stood from her chair and stood a few feet behind Laurel. "About what happened last night." "What is there to discuss?" Laurel's words came out shakily and broken. "I-I...I don't really know." Esther said lowering her head, realizing that she jumped into the situation without fully knowing what to say. "I just...I just don't what things to be weird between us. I know you know something weird about me and then the other thing that happened when you touched-'it'." Esther nervously wrung her fingers out. "I just hope that things don't change...that's all." Laurel finally turned, but only partway so that she could see Esther out of the corner of her eye. "Don't worry about it." Her tone was softer than before. "Nothing's changed." Esther let out a small breath of relief. "So we're okay?" "Yeah." "And um, you don't hate me?" Esther lowered her voice significantly due to her fear of the answer. Wait, when did she start caring about Laurel's opinion like this? Perhaps because she knows more about her or because of the moment that they shared the night before. Esther's words managed to pull Laurel around completely, facing Esther at last. "No, no," her voice carried a mixture of concern and confusion with a small hint if outrage. "Why would I hate you, Est?" "Well...because I'm like this..." Esther averted her eyes nervously. Laurel let out a sigh, dropping her backpack to the floor. Calmly yet quickly, she closed the distance between herself and Esther, leaving only an inch between them. Laurel raised her arms, wrapping them around Esther in a warm embrace, causing Esther's face to burn. Resting her chin on her roommate's shoulder, Laurel pulled Esther in even closer, ensuring full contact with her to show how little her extra attachment bothered her. The Old and New I Ch. 01.5 Guess who's back? Back again? I bring to you a little teaser that I wrote in one night. I thought it would be cool to post this since part two isn't done yet. Note: content may contain references to depression and suicide and REAL LIFE issues that do not commonly afflict the smut-scape. Now, without further dudes, I give you part 1.5 of Esther's tale. *** Esther listened to the drones of her English professor, completely shutting out each word. Her eyes drifted over the lecture hall before she caught a pair of eyes that met her own. Her eyes sparked with heat beneath her cap as their eyes met. Her sultry smile brought further the suggestion in her eyes. Esther quickly snapped her eyes from the girl to her desk, her face reddening. She shifted her legs beneath her desk, sliding her hand between her thighs to readjust her throbbing lower extremity. Not long after their heated glance, the professor ended the session, dismissing the students. Esther felt the need to clear the head on her shoulders and to calm the one below her waist. Not turning to see that face again, she rushed to the library. She needed to find a book for her next essay anyway. She found the library barren and silent as always. The five-story tall, quiet building filled with books and computers on a Tuesday a week before exams and not a soul was there. How believable. "I have to be dreaming." Esther sighed. She's been practicing lucid dreaming during her frequent naps. She figured that she might as well make some use of her depression. Despite recognizing her false reality, she figured that she might as well explore a bit. She climbed the staircase positioned in the center of the room, reaching the fourth floor. In reality, she'd often go here due to the fact that very few people ever did. She could sit up there and read or be completely alone with her thoughts. She entered the maze of bookshelves, not looking for anything in particular. She figured she'd do something to pass the time until her alarm startles her awake. Part of her wished she had stayed back in that class room with that girl. It would have made for a very interesting dream. Her thoughts were broken as she came across a bookshelf at the far end of the maze. It was completely empty except for one pale, faded blue book sitting idle in its center. Esther pulled the book from its place, wiping the dust from it to see that there was nothing on its as faces at all: each one even the bind was as blank as Slender. She opened the book cautiously to the center page where she found a poem: "Lady Lazarus". How ironic. She hadn't even planned that one. Suddenly, she felt her arms restrained as her body was slammed against the shelf. The book, while once in her hands, was now accompanying the carpeted floor. She felt a light pressure on her wrists. As her eyes turned to them, she saw that she was being held by a pair of feminine hands. Esther began to struggle until she felt a pair of warm lips pucker on her neck. "If you want me to stop, just say the word, baby," the lips parted into a warm, moist whisper that sent chills of pleasure down her spine. Esther didn't dare to say a word for a few minutes as she silently waited for her visiter to continue. "Good girl," she felt the breath tickle at her ear. "Now put your hands on the shelf and don't take them off." Esther promptly obeyed with the guidance of her visiter's hands. She soon felt the hands release her wrists and trail smoothly up her arms to her shoulders as the mysterious girl pecked at her neck, creeping up to her cheek and licking and nibbling at her earlobe. Esther could feel her legs growing restless from the teasing, silently begging for her lower head to gain some attention. The girl slowly traced the curves of Esther's back and sides, giving her cheeks a playful squeeze while lifting her skirt. The hands naughtily glided over her hips, gripping at the lip of her white panties before lifting them over Esther's agonizing length. The panties dropped down her legs to rest on her ankles, rendering her hardened shaft in full view beneath her skirt. The hands took no time before grasping at the rod. "Such a naughty girl," she felt the heat dance around her ears. "Getting so hard after just a fondle." The hands began to she stroke at her pink tip, pulling clear dew drops to the surface along with a sharp squeak from Esther. "And already dirtying my hands? You must really want this, don't you?" Esther let out a meep as the hands continued to stroke her shaft from tip to base, sometimes teasing at her dripping flower as they reached her base. Esther shut her eyes, barely able to hold on as the wet smacks and pops caused by her natural lubricants that now coated her shaft filled her ears. She involuntarily began to buck her hips into each stroke as her climax grew nearer. "Oh?" The voice laughed with her own pants of pleasure. "Is my naughty girl getting close? Huh? We barely even did anything yet!" The frequency of the strokes began to pick up rapidly. "I bet you're just gonna cum from a wittle handy then." The voice mocked in her whisper. "I want my wittle girl to sawy it for me. Tell me when my naughty girl's gonna empty her wittle cock." She felt teeth gently dig into her earlobe. "If you don't, I'm gonna stop." "I-I'm gonna c-cum." Esther barely managed to squeeze between her teeth. "Aww, aweady?" The voice mocked playfully. "Y-yes. I'm already cumming!" Esther barred her teeth, her fingernails digging into the wooden shelf. Her climax nearly caused her legs to go limp under the pleasure, but she managed to keep from collapsing, even though her legs now buckled inward. Thick heat engorged her shaft's size as it rose to her slit. Her thick, pearly white milk spurted from her in a large rope splattering against the bookshelf in front of her. The mysterious visiter continued to milk her shaft of each rope that would spurt forth only to crash against the wooden shelf while some proceeded to coat the soft hands. Esther felt so weak that her she nearly collapsed if not for the woman behind her for her to lean on. She felt a warmhearted kiss grace her cheek. "That's a good girl. Hopefully, next time, we can do a little more." - Esther awoke to a dark room, devoid of light save the digital clock on her desk. She felt an intense warmth in her pajama bottoms. She didn't need to investigate to know that she had just blown her load in her panties. Rather cleaning herself, she decided to leave it until morning. She needed her rest anyway. Laurel had been asking her to join her and her friends that night. She pulled her covers over her shoulders, ignoring the sticky heat. This one was definitely going in the journal. As Esther enveloped herself in her sheets, she didn't even notice the pair of eyes watching her from the bed opposite to hers. The Old and New I Ch. 01 "Esther," Laurel released a gentle whisper into her roommate's ear, squeezing the girl in her arms. "Why would I hate you because you're different? It would be like me hating you because your hair is brown or you wear glasses-" so she said, though Esther's glasses alone provoked their own share of her torment from the start of elementary school to the middle of middle school. "-it just wouldn't make any sense to hate you for being you. Besides, I think it's kinda cool you've got something that extraordinary on you." Laurel's words pushed a few tears from Esther's eyes. She once again felt something new, or at least something she didn't recognize before. She returned the embrace, nuzzling her cheek into Laurel's neck. This feeling. Acceptance. Before she could open her mouth to thank Laurel, her roommate continued to speak. "Hmm. It looks like your little buddy's saying 'I like you, too'." She chuckled. Esther pulled her head away slightly to see what Laurel was referring to. A tent pitched in Esther's skirt was pressing against Laurel's thigh. "I, um...I'm sorry." Esther stammered, her face burning a brighter red. "I can't control it sometimes." "Nah, it's all right..." Laurel's face began to hear up as she stared down at the bulge, throbbing eagerly against her leg. Laurel pulled her gaze from the bulge with some effort. "Well, you take care of that now. I've gotta go." She bent over to pick up her backpack and headed for the door. Esther stared down at the lump in her skirt. "Wait, Laurel!" She yelped suddenly, loud enough to startle herself as well as turn Laurel around. "...um sorry. It's just that...I...I don't really know how to 'take care of it'. My first time was last night, remember...?" Laurel sighed reluctantly, however her smirk showed she was more than willing to help. "All right, sit down." Esther sat down in her spinning, wheeled desk chair. Laurel lowered herself between Esther's nylon wrapped legs, eyeing the bulge. She lifted the frills of her skirt over the bulge, seeing the tent in the pantyhose. She looked back up to Esther's souls with a devious smirk. "Est, how much do you like these pantyhose?" Esther raised an eyebrow at the question. "I guess they're all right, I've got a few more in my dresser-" "Good, that's all I needed to hear." Laurel said before grasping a fabrics with each hand. With a loud rip, the black pantyhose were torn at the crotch, leaving only her pink laced panties as her hidden gift's last line of defense. Laurel easily pulled the fabric out of the way to see the pink head poke out to greet her nose with a wet kiss. A thin strand of transparent fluid connected her nose to the throbbing pink tip before her. "Aww, thank you." Laurel joked, speaking to the hard length. "Here." She planted a kiss on the underside of the head, relinquishing another spurt of precum. The small action managed to draw out a keen from Esther. The sensual kiss was followed by Laurel taking up the burning, beating rod with both hands. She used her thumbs the trace along the smooth underside as her fingers played with the veins on the top. She began to glide her hands up and down the shaft, the clear fluids providing an exhilarating lubricant. Esther's pants began to grew with the sultry wet smacks of the soft hands pumping the thick girth. As Laurel's hands reached the tip, she played with the tender head with her thumbs. Esther's hands gripped at the sheets as she felt herself approaching her limit. "L-Laurel," she mewed. "It's-happening again." Laurel smiled at the warning. She turned her eyes up to Esther's face. She took her own pleasure from the adorable expression occupying her roommate's face: her eyes shut, cheeks flushed, with her bottom lip being bitten tightly. She decided to speed things up, planting another kiss on the slit at the tip. She gently pursed her lips around the head just before the thick cream came out in spurts. Esther couldn't help but to throw her head back from the pleasure as her mouth opened in a silent cry. Laurel allowed the fluids to flow down her throat without hesitation as she continued to pump for the remainder. The taste was somewhat bittersweet with a slight tang that tickled at her own loins. Once she felt the last of the spunk flow into her and the length begin to soften, she let the head out of her mouth and released the shaft from her hold. "There you go." Laurel wiped up some of the escaping fluids on her lips with her index finger before suggestively sucking them off. Such a captivating taste. She's placed a hand on each of Esther's thighs to push herself up. She remained silent as she walked over to the door with her backpack. Esther remained still in her ecstasy. For some reason, this second time felt more intense than the first. She just couldn't explain why, but somewhere, there was something different. She drowsily turned her eyes towards Laurel as she heard the door click open. Laurel looked over her shoulder back to her exposed roommate. "Hey, Est," Laurel gave a gently yet mildly suggestive smile. "If you ever need to take care of that again, just call me." Esther laid her head back against her bed's pillow, letting her eyes close. She didn't realize that from this moment on, more feelings she'd never felt before would enter her life. Pleasure. Acceptance. Happiness. Love. The Old and New I Ch. 02: Hope I've been very busy lately. My life has been going to hell lately, and I don't think I've been in a worse spot. I'm beginning to fear for my life because I may not be able to afford more medication for myself. I hope this isn't my last entry. I doubt it will be, really. Please don't worry. I'll live. In fact, it's you guys who keep me going. Your support kept me going. Also, please leave me comments. Anything I can use to improve my work, especially from fellow writers. Just please don't be rude, constructive criticism is one thing, senseless bashing is another. Plus: what do you guys think I should I use for tags and categories for this? I hope you enjoy. ***** December 6 Last night, I had the most unusual dream. My mind usually sways from such thoughts, but the dream was kind of... Esther leaned back from her desk to take a moment to recollect the events of the previous night. The event that forced her to take an early shower and change into her recently bought university-themed pajama t-shirt and bottoms. She took her circular-lenses from her eyes, sending the wood of her desk into a brown blur as she pushed her dark locks from her face. She slid her better set of eyes back onto her nose before continuing to write. ...Interesting. I feel like Laurel's rubbing off on me. In more ways than one... A sexual innuendo in her own journal. Esther smirked at the words on her page. She turned her head right to see the frizzed blonde hair mushrooming out from under her dark blue sheets. Laurel really was rubbing off on her; she was turning into a pervert of all things. Before she became too embarrassed and eradicated the humorous words from her canvas, she resumed her marking. ...It began as a lucid dream. I was in complete control up until a moment when this girl appeared. She seemed tauntingly familiar, however I can't describe her. Almost like she was more of an idea than an entity. She just sort of stole all the power I had, but, at the same time, I...well, liked it. It kind of reminded me of Laurel and me and the first time she found out about *it*. She just took control and- "Morning, Est." Esther's attention was pulled to her right by the crackly and drowsy voice. "Did you sleep well?" Laurel's head poked out from her sheets, white crust trailing from he corner of her mouth to her left ear. "Umm..." Esther's thoughts reconstructed the pair of hands milking her to climax from behind. "...yes, you could say that. How about you? How was your night?" "Mmmmmnn," Laurel raised her arms to the ceiling and her jaw to the floor as she silently swallowed a full breath of air. "Probably not as good as yours..." Laurel threw a wink to her roommate before rising to her feet and making her way to the bathroom. Esther's eye brows slanted at the motion. What was that supposed to mean? Does she know something? She shook the thoughts from her head. Perhaps she was just teasing her. The bathroom door shut as Esther turned to resume her writing. Before she could lift her pencil, Laurel's voice called over fauceting water, firing into its porcelain tank in rapid bursts. "So, Est," the door cracked to allow a thin, pale, low-cut T-shirt and a pair of panties to flail into the bedroom. Esther's eyes followed the clothing as it arced from the bathroom door to the floor in front of her. She quickly tore her eyes from the dirty clothing before her mind could drift. "What do want to do today?" Relive last night, her mind suggested. "Um, I was hoping to just relax here." Esther shunned her lustful thoughts. "Aww, com'mon," Laurel whined and giggled at once. "You gotta wanna do something." Being touched wouldn't hurt, her mind tugged at her groin and chest simultaneously. "N-nope, nothing in particular comes to mind." Esther swallowed her urges with all her will. You pussy, her mind snarled. "You dick," Esther mumbled under the muffled jets of water. "Hmmm." Laurel voiced her thought from the waves. "How about a walk to the park or somethin'?" "Sure, I guess that's okay." Esther sighed, half-disappointed with her decision to keep her thoughts silenced. "Maybe we could stop for breakfast. Maybe just coffee." Laurel said after a moment of extended silence. "I don't drink coffee, Laurel. You know that." Esther puffed as she threw her pencil to the desk top. She'd have to finish her entry later. "So? Monty's sells tea and hot chocolate, too." Laurel droned. "Don't be such a drag, Est." "I'm not." Esther defended. "I just don't care for that taste." "Whatever, just be ready when I get out." - The hot cup contrasted deep winter's throes and gusts. The smell of the fresh cocoa and caramel over the musk of coffee beans warmed her mind as the cup did her hands and its contents her soul. The amber and auburn bathed her throat and tummy in their essence with each sip. Esther became so engorged that she forgot she was sitting in a booth in a cafe across from her roommate. Laurel simply stared at Esther's shut lids as she waited for her to fall back to reality. Esther descended from her high to see the pair of blue eyes meeting her brown. "What?" Esther laughed nervously, a blush burning her cheeks. "You're enjoying yourself, huh?" Laurel smiled. "Does it taste good?" "Yes, I am and yes, it is." Esther sat her cup on the table top and replaced its space in her hand with a cranberry scone. "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Oh yeah," Laurel nodded, sipping from her caramel macchiato. Esther could hardly meet Laurel's eyes. Ever since their friendship had evolved into "friends-with-benefits", she'd had trouble speaking face to face with her. It was different when Laurel would handle her. Esther didn't need to say anything; she only needed to enjoy. Esther's nylon clad legs shifted beneath the table as she recalled the past moments they shared. She tucked her blushing cheeks into her turtleneck sweater in an attempt to shield her embarrassment. "Hey, Est," Laurel leaned in, a smirk creeping onto her face. "Let me taste that." She pointed to the plated scone through her hoodie's sleeve. Esther pulled her face from her sweater. "I told you you should've gotten your own if you wanted one." Laurel let out a defeated puff. "Fine, then let me taste you hot chocolate." Esther reached over to her cup but before she could lift it, she felt a warm pair of lips press against her own. A soft tongue played at her mouth's gate until breaking in though to wrestle passionately with the pink muscle within. Esther's eyes fell shut as she allowed Laurel inside her, the taste of coffee and caramel on her tongue making the moment bittersweet. Esther let out a soft moan as her tongue was massaged tenderly by Laurel. Her roommate suddenly broke the lock and slumped back into her side of the booth, sipping on her coffee with a pink hue glowing on her cheeks. Her eyes darted around the shop as if to check if anybody had been peeping at them as Esther remained in a blank daze. As soon as their kiss came to its abrupt end, her eyes had shot back open and had been staring blankly at nothing. It was her first, and it was one she wouldn't soon forget. "It tastes good," Laurel mumbled, trying to maintain a casual demeanor. "I can see why you you got it." Esther was still speechless. Her first kiss. It came without warning, but it felt as she expected it to. Her heart fluttered as she silently wished that their kiss could have lasted a bit longer. As her mind finally began to come down, she could feel her pantyhose constricting her arousal. Her face burned as hot as her cocoa. Esther stuffed her hands into her lap, lifting the checkered tablecloth over her waist to hide her bulge. Laurel stifled a giggle. "Already? All I did was kiss you!" Esther's face glowed brighter. "Laurel," she whined. "It's not my fault you're so quick to rise to the occasion." Laurel couldn't hold her laughter. Esther buried her face in her hands, unable to cope with her embarrassment. Laurel chuckled at the poor girl's reaction. She always thought Esther's embarrassment was adorable. She wanted to see a little more. Esther kept her eyes against her palms. "Why do you always have to say stuff like-?" Her voice cut to a squeak as she felt a pleasurable pressure on her bulge. "Mmmm." Laurel purred, the ball of her socked foot rubbing against Esther's shaft under the table. Her toes curled around the constricted head beneath her skirt. "Not too loud now, we ARE in a restaurant." Esther clasped her lips shut along with her eyes. Laurel smirked, pleased with the reaction. Her toes followed the curve of Esther's undershaft, beginning at the base, tracing up to her mushroom cap. Her digits held the tender head between them, dancing in her ridges. Esther could barely muffle a moan in her barred teeth, her pantyhose growing moist with her dew. Laurel brought up her other foot, her toes teasing at her lower lips as she continued to stroke her roommate's concealed shaft. Her largest digit swirled around Esther's bud as her smaller digits prodded at her entrance through the fabric. Esther threw her head to the back of the booth. "L-Laurel..." Esther moaned, feeling her climax nearing. "Close already, Est?" Laurel's tone fueled Esther's pleasure. Laurel's sultry smile melted from her face. "Oh shit," she muttered though she made no effort to cease her teasing. "Be cool." Esther cracked her eyes opened only to let her heart stop. Their waitress bounded to their booth on a light wind, her night-shaded hair broken by streaks of red and a crimson frost along the edges of each follicle's tip bouncing with each step, a name tag reading Ruby over her immature left breast slightly torn from a failure to remove the sticker properly. "Hey guys," she slid to a stop in front of the table. "How's everything?" "Everything's bangin' over here, Ruby." Laurel took the initiative to speak, her feet picking up their pace beneath the table, hidden only by the tablecloth. She looked over to see Esther was barely keeping her cool. An even naughtier idea crept into her mind. "How about you, Esther? Is everything good for you?" Esther's legs quivered as she forced herself to glare at her roommate, who casually brushed her blonde locks from her eyes as she propped her head up with her hands cupping her chin. "Y-yeS, iT's PeRfeCt..." She fumbled with the letters on her tongue. Laurel's lips perked into a smile. "Actually, Ruby, can we get another one'a them scones? They look pretty good." Ruby nodded with a broad grin. "Sure, guys." Once Ruby made her leave, Esther lost control, her head twitched between Laurel's feet, constrained by her pantyhose. Her length pulsed its hot fluids to the surface, splitting her cream against the tight fabrics only to bleed through to Laurel's socks. Esther leaned forward onto the table, clasping her hand over her mouth to hold in a moan. Laurel pouted at the feeling between her toes. "Est... Ya gotta make a mess all the time?" Esther released her mouth. "You started it." She whispered, her face ignited. Laurel smiled with a similar heat to her cheeks. "Well, I guess I should end it." "What are you talking about?" Esther began to come down from her high. "Meet me in the bathroom after you pay the check." Laurel stuffed her feet back into her shoes, before leaning into Esther's ear. "We can't have you going out in the cold all wet, can we?" - Esther entered the bathroom, silent and nervous. Her hands were clenched over her concealed, sticky secret. Her nerves were spiking as neared drove deeper inside. The door shut behind her with a squeak. A pair of hands gripped her bosom from behind, taking up hardy handfuls of her chest. Esther let out a whimper and cringed from the sudden gesture. "You ready?" Laurel purred behind her. Esther nodded in silence. "I'm just nervous." Laurel loosened her hold, reducing her squeezes to a gentle fondle. "Don't worry, Est. I won't go too hard. We'll take this slow." From behind, Laurel led Esther to a stall, plopping her down on the toilet. Laurel met her cocoa-flavored lips again to trace the inside of her cheek. She pecked her way down, trailing down her neck to her chest, all the while massaging the girl's thighs. It didn't take much to get a rise out of Esther again. Already, she was back to her throbbing glory. Laurel fell to her haunches between Esther's legs. She pulled down her coverings to reveal the sticky appendage to the cold air. She smirked before pressing her lips against the base of her roommate's shaft. Each kiss brought a swirl of her tongue to swirl about her sensitive skin. Esther's thighs shifted involuntarily at the hot muscle's touch. Laurel dragged her tongue up the length to her head. She kissed her tip before parting her lips to swallow her entire shaft. Laurel took Esther's entirety, bobbing her head up and down a few times, gliding her tongue along her undershaft as she soaked in the familiar taste. Esther let out a moan over the wet smacks of Laurel's maneuver. At the sound of her roommate's pleasure, Laurel pulled off the length with a pop. Esther looked down to her partner, her legs quivering from the sudden end. Laurel went back to massaging Esther's thighs. "What's wrong?" She cooed, teasingly. "I got ya all clean. If there's something else you want, you'd better tell me." Esther blushed, unable to make eye contact again. "Please...Laurel." Laurel smirked up at Esther. "At least let me see those pretty eyes." Esther brought her eyes down to Laurel with her heart pounding in against her ribs. Her blue eyes seemed welcoming and warm. She couldn't hold her gaze with her roommate. Laurel kissed the underside of her twitching tip in response to Esther's shyness. She slid her tongue along her tender ridges. She could feel her twitches increasing. Laurel's hand clamped sharply around the base of Esther's shaft, forcing out a gasp from the girl. "Not so fast, quickshooter." Laurel smirked. "Let's try to make it last a little bit more, okay?" Esther's eyes darted nervously. "Okay." She murmured. Loosening her grip, Laurel pulled her hand up the veined length only to sharply slap her thighs in a stroke. Pumping her base, she took her head in her mouth, twisting her wet muscle about her tender cap. She suckled on the edge of her tip, slipping down her underside and sliding back up. Esther whimpered as her head released a spurt of dew against Laurel's cheek. "Gettin' close?" Laurel played. Esther pushed herself against Laurel's face, her tip still leaking. She could bring herself to respond with anything more than a nod. Pleased, Laurel placed her swallowed her length completely once more, feeling Esther's legs bucking at her limit. Laurel ripped off the length at the last moment of Esther's ascension to grasp her shaft harshly, feeling her pulse vigorously. Her cum pushed up slowly and steadily, prolonging her pleasure as her fluids gradually climbed to the surface, oozing over Laurel's hands. After a Esther has released most of her milk, Laurel began to wring her tired length out. "Satisfied?" Laurel looked up to her partner with a broad smile. - Esther pulled up her covers as Laurel rinsed washer her hands in the bathroom sink. She wanted to speak up. To ask her why. Why they did this, why Laurel even helped her the first time. Did this mean something? Or was it just a means to please herself? She wanted to believe it was something more, but she'd never know unless she asked. Just a few words away. Esther came back to earth as a pair of lips smacked her across the cheek. "Com'mon," Laurel took her hand. "We're still on a date." Enough said. The Old and New I Ch. 03:Firsts Life is a bitch. These last few weeks have brought in an overbearing seemingly never ending loneliness, but fuck it. I've lost a lot lately and I've almost given up on trying anymore. I'll still be dishing this stuff out because it seems like the only thing that even matters at this point. Anyway, I do like hearing from you guys and I hope you enjoy. If you've got any ideas, I'd love to hear them. Sorry I could answer all the questions with this one. Also if anyone is interested in RPing, just send me some private feedback. Also sorry if the first stuff was a bummer, don't worry about it. I hope you guys like it. ***** Her eyes opened to a dim, vacant ceiling. Her head turned to her left. Her tears drained down to her pillow. One of those days. Esther hesitated to put on her glasses. Seeing the world in clarity only hurt more. The room was empty. Laurel had her early classes today. Of course she would. She pressed her head into her pillow, heat brimming in her face. The crying ended after an hour. She stared at the wall constricting her bed. Dried salty streaks cut into her cheeks. She couldn't will herself to lift her head from her pillow. She couldn't will herself to write in her journal. Like a netted fish, she could flap all she wanted and could get nowhere. She hadn't had moments this bad since she was living at home. She and her parents seemed to have a disconnect. At least that's what they called it. Because she was born "defected" as they called her, her parents treated her like a beast. Not a day passed that she wasn't met with disapproval. They said even her voice was a sin against God and a human abomination. She never felt the weight lift from her until she left for college. But their words never left. She rolled over to face her phone. She opened the messages. Laurel. When will your classes be done? She texted. She sat the phone next to her face. Buzz, she begged. Please. She shut her eyes, focusing on the deep silence. Vvvverrrzzt. She sprung for her phone. In an hour or 2. What's up? Esther stared at the glowing window. Her eyes watered again. I need you-backspace. I feel lon-backspace. I can't-backspace. It's nothing. Sorry. The silence swallowed her. The words always found her in the silence. She grabbed her iPod. She had to find something. She smothered her ears in her headphones. She'd drown it all out. *Faded pictures of lives we lived; Do you remember? One decision left everything frozen in time...always. Do you remember What was promised? Was it destiny to you? Was it heaven? You can't see? All invisible to you. To you.* She didn't stand. She didn't dance. She curled, fetal. Her lips mouthing the words as they hit her drums. *Can't turn back from the path that you laid, It's how souls get lost and betrayed. This fragile thing we held so tightly to, Unraveling and closing in on you. On you.* Her she held the headphones to her ears with a palm cupping each circle. She held it so tightly to her skull that it hurt. Her nails dug into the her scalp, nearly drawing blood. Her eyes were clenched to the point that they were being juiced of their salted pain that ran to her lips. *Do you remember What was promised? Was it destiny to you? Was it heaven? You cant see? All invisible to you. To you. To you. To you.* She felt a pressure on her shoulders. The overbearing weight finally taking its toll. The pressure spread to her back, like she expected it to. It compressed her, tucking her legs deeper into her chest. Then the unexpected. The pressure pulled off her headphones. Esther opened her eyes to that familiar face. "I thought you had classes." "I was worried about you." Laurel said. "Having a rough day?" Esther snuggled into Laurel's shoulder. She felt safer in her arms. Her heart and mind were at ease. Laurel gave her so much. Outside of their affairs, she always seemed to have a way of calming her storm...What has she given Laurel? She didn't even know where to begin to show her how she felt. "Est," Laurel broke the silence. "Yes." Esther breathed. "Why are you hard?" Esther looked down to find herself tented in her pajama bottoms. Laurel reached over for her bulge, but Esther caught her hand in her own. "Can we do something a little less...one-sided?" Laurel smiled, a coy acceptance behind her eyes. - Esther sat on her bed. She could have sworn her heart was trying to break free of her ribcage and make a run for the border. She had removed everything but her glasses, bra, and panties, as instructed. She had only now to wait for Laurel's return from the bathroom. She had a lot to ponder in that moment. Was she even sure about this? She was fairly certain that she was about to lose something she'd clung to for her entire life. Was she sure she wanted to give that to Laurel? She knew Laurel deserved something for all she'd given her. This was nothing short of Esther's own heart. The door opened. She stood in the dark doorway, her skin contrasting with the black behind her. Her modest chest and yet shapely form casted an inverted silhouette on Esther. Her hands were cautiously covering her chest, while her legs were clenched together. It puzzled Esther that one so powerful in her eyes could appear so nervous. "It's, uh, been a while since I've done...this." Laurel admitted. "So let's take this slow at first, all right?" She laid flat on the bed beside Esther. "Why don't you take the lead for a bit." Esther swallowed. She leaned in, kissing her cheek hesitantly. She pulled back to meet Laurel's gaze. She read her blue eyes, speaking clearly and silently. She met Laurel's lips with confident care. She trailed her lips down to her neck, licking and nibbling her way to her shoulders. Esther raised a trembling hand to Laurel's chest, cupping her subtle mound. Laurel let out a purr that vibrated to Esther's finger tips. A small smile of satisfaction curved her lips. Esther continued her way down. Her mouth took to the available breast, playfully twirling about her bud. She could feel Laurel's chest inflate beneath her. She clasped lips around her nipple, drawing out her roommate's shaky breathe. Esther's free hand crept down the valley of Laurel's stomach, taking her body down Laurel's curvature. Her hands took to both of Laurel's hips. She raised her head to meet her partner's eyes. Laurel's cheeks burned crimson, her eyes were watery. She held out her arms to Esther, pulling her close. "I think we're ready." She breathed in her ear. Esther was already throbbing between Laurel's thighs. Laurel cradled the tender length between her legs, drawing a quiver from Esther. She lowered her hand, taking hold of the hot rod, stroking it a few times before angling her mushroom cap for her nectar-soaked flower. She pulled the tip towards her moist slit. Esther's head slipped from the entrance, grazing the bottom of Laurel's cheeks. Laurel let out a chuckle before re-angling Esther's member. She had Esther's head prod her petals. "Laur-el!" Esther squeaked. "Wait-!" Her sensitive shaft pulsed and swelled in Laurel's hand. Esther fired off her load against the pink petals before her. She fell forward, eyes shut as she gripped Laurel, spurting onto her mound. Laurel bit her lip while Esther quivered in her post-orgasmic throes. "Well, I'm flattered by your passion, Quickshot, but you gotta do better 'n that." She laughed. Esther's face burned, embarrassed and disappointed. She decided it be better if she kept her eyes closed and spare herself any further humiliation. She felt a hand guide her by her chin. She lifted her lids to Laurel's gaze. "You got anymore left in ya?" She asked, sincere and patient. Laurel's eyes met the defeated member between her and Esther. "You're still hard. Wanna give it another try?" Esther nodded, eager for redemption. She'd try her best to do better for Laurel's sake. She had to at least make someone happy. Laurel helped aim her tip towards her creamy petals. The tight crevice welcomed the length with the help of Laurel's nectar and a dollop of Esther's cream. Esther's hips vibrated as she struggled to support her own weight under the pleasure. Esther ground her teeth together, trying to swallow the rising moans. She finally got it in but was already clinging to a thread. Laurel wrapped her legs around Esther's back. Her hands reached out for Esther's butt, cupping her handfuls as she constricted her prey, pulling the girl closer and deeper. The hands on her rear pushed her limit. Before Esther could give a warning, her milk filled Laurel with an escaped moan. Laurel smirked, satisfied with that reaction. Digging her fingers into Esther's cheeks, she guided the amateur's thrusts. Esther struggled to hold on, the mixture of her own cum and Laurel's lubricant piloted her towards her next orgasm. Her head was going fuzzy. She felt her legs give out as Laurel thrusted for her. She was close to cumming for a third time when Laurel used her hold to pull Esther out. Esther let out a sigh of relief and desperation. She was so close. Her creamy length bobbed as it pulsed and throbbed with Esther's heartbeat. "You seem to be enjoying yourself." Laurel hummed, her sultry breaths hinting on her own satisfaction. She flipped Esther onto her back, holding her sloppy entrance over Esther's tip. "How about we change it up a little." Laurel dropped onto Esther's member, swallowing her with a muttered "Fuck". Esther's toes curled from the sudden insertion, her limit only a pulse away. Laurel froze, not moving a muscle as she met Esther's eyes. With a coy smile, she shook her head. Taking in a deep breath, she pulled herself up the length, leaving only the very point of her head in before plopping down. Again, Esther was left at the absolute brink of her orgasm. Again, Laurel stopped and waited, the only movement being the sloppy mess sliding down Esther's rod to her thighs and belly. Laurel rose herself up once more to smack hips with Esther with a grunt. Esther was on the verge of tears. Her orgasm was only a teased dream to her at this point. She wanted to open her mouth to beg for it, but her lips wouldn't stop quivering. Laurel laughed at her distress. "I love that face." She leaned in to meet Esther's wavering lips. Laurel's rump bounced on the cum-coated pole rapidly, keeping their tongues intertwined. Esther's legs bucked and hands gripped Laurel's rear in return as she reached long awaited limit. Laurel kept riding her as each rope was pumped into her and redistributed to Esther's bottom half, creating strings of sticky cream between them with each clap of their hips. She didn't stop until she felt Esther begin to soften inside her. Laurel rolled over, relinquishing Esther's sticky member to cold air. Planting a kiss on her cheek, she pulled the tired girl close. "How was your first time?" Esther felt as though her head was filled with helium. Not knowing what to say, she nuzzled her head against Laurel's arm. She was happy. Grateful. Worried. "Did I do well?" She asked, knowing very well what the answer was. Laurel cuddled the girl. "You'll get better." Esther nodded, unconvinced. Her efforts were clearly in vain. She tried but went nowhere. She was worthless. What hope was there for her? "Hey," that voice called her back from her thoughts with another kiss to her forehead. "I'll still be here no matter what. Besides, I wouldn't have you any other way." Esther let Laurel's words sink in before her eyes shut from exhaustion. She could only hope those words were true.