Girl Fag 37
"Y'ellow!" a girl giggled breathlessly into my ear.
"Hi, uh, Monica?"
"Nope! I'm Stacy, who's this?" she wondered.
"Ahhh…Ann Russet," I said. "I called a couple days ago and, um…"
"Hold on, Ann Russet," Stacy said and then I heard some dull thunking noises and then silence for about fifteen seconds.
"Monica. Who's this? Ann Russet who?" she laughed before I could say anything and I wondered if Monica was drunk or something.
"Yeah, it's me," I replied. "I called the other night, remember? Um, Thursday? I think?"
"Huh, oh! Stevie's new girlfriend, right!" she breathed heavily for a second. "What's up? We're just gettin' ready to go out, so I can't talk long or anything."
"Oh," I frowned a little at that news. "I was just…Um, I'm here in Seattle and I was just wondering if…"
I didn't actually know what I wondering at that point. My idea to call Monica seemed pretty silly to me now as I was beginning to remember how strange the girl had sounded during our last conversation. Talking to her was like connecting with someone in the Twilight Zone or something.
"You're here? Cool," she said. "So you wanna hook up? You lookin' for a date or something?"
"A date?" I swallowed hard. "I don't think so, I'm just…"
"Are you hot?" Monica asked and I stared at the phone. "I mean you're a dyke, right? I know some girls if you wanna hook up, we're goin' there right now."
"Going where?" I felt, I dunno, overwhelmed.
"To a party!" she laughed. "Some college thing. It's Saturday, you know? We gotta go early though cause Stacy's gotta go to work, but that's only gonna take like half an hour probably."
"She only works for half an hour?" I was so totally lost by then.
"Well, she's supposed to work all night, you know? But she's gonna puke on the French fries and get out of it."
"Oh," I didn't want to know.
"Stacy's got like this monster gag reflex, that's why she can't suck a dick or anything," Monica laughed and I cleared my throat. "So where you at anyway?"
"Me? Oh, um, Eight Days Motel, uh…Lynnwood? Wherever that is," I shrugged. "It's by the highway and there's a big mall or something…"
"Cool, yeah! I know exactly where that is sorta," she told me. "We'll come get you, okay?"
"Yeah, maybe," I said slowly. "I have to talk to my brother and…"
"Who? Whatever," Monica probably hadn't heard half of anything I'd said to her. "What's your room number?"
"Our room? Two twelve."
"Eight Days, right? Yeah, we'll be there in like an hour or something, okay? After Stacy gets sick."
"Uh, yeah," I agreed and I thought I should say more, but nothing came to mind. "Um…Okay."
"Awesome! See ya!" Monica hung up the phone quickly, leaving me holding the dead receiver and wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
Awhile later Steve was saying, "…so I thought we'd get something to eat and then, I dunno, go downtown? Hit the piers maybe, how does that sound?"
"It's nice down by the waterfront," Lisa smiled at me and I'd already told them to go and have fun by themselves, knowing that was what they really wanted probably.
"I'm just gonna hang out here," I repeated myself. "You guys go and have a nice dinner, go dancing and stuff."
"But Ann…" Steve made a face.
"I'm okay," I smiled at him. "You guys are getting married, go celebrate! God! You don't have to baby-sit me."
"We didn't bring you along just so you could stay in a motel," Lisa frowned. "Come with us, it'll be fun."
"Nah," I shook my head. "You guys go ahead. I don't really feel like going out. I don't have the clothes for it anyway," I giggled. "All right? Please?"
"Well…" Steve looked at Lisa and she looked at him and I looked at the clock wondering how much time I had before Monica showed up.
I couldn't tell you why I hadn't told my brother about Monica, or maybe I could. I was pretty sure Steve wouldn't let me go out partying with some girl we didn't even know except as the ex-babysitter/girlfriend of a boy who wanted to be my boyfriend. That would have been hard to explain anyway and being in a strange city like Seattle, and just fourteen like I was, there was no way my brother was gonna let me go anywhere except with him and Lisa.
Probably I should have listened to that reasonable voice, but maybe I felt reckless. Maybe I wanted to feel grown-up. Maybe I just didn't know what I was doing or why. But I was determined to go out with this Monica girl and at least see what life in the big city was like, you know? It was sorta scary and exciting in a way. Nothing adventurous ever happened in Squinosha. There were no crazy girls like that Monica chick sounded like she was. I mean, the weirdest people in town were me and Jane, probably. And besides all that, I was a Russet and I knew for a fact that any one of my brothers would have done the same thing in my shoes, even Steve.
Thankfully, Steve and Lisa were kind of hot to see the city themselves. Lisa had been there a number of times before, but never with a fiancé, and Steve had been to Seattle twice himself, although not since he'd turned twenty-one. So now they could go out and have a real nice dinner, hit the clubs, and have a good time. It was going to be a lot of fun for them and Steve would owe me, although I'd never say it out loud, but he'd know and my brother would appreciate it too. That was why we got along so well, me and all my brothers, except Henry maybe. We really did love and respect each other…Except I was lying by telling him I was gonna stay in that room all night.
I really had to make sure I didn't get caught!
They left just in time too, because it was only about fifteen minutes after Steve pulled the door closed behind him that I could hear female laughter followed by a loud rapping. I was just finishing getting dressed, which was easy for me anyway since I didn't have to worry about makeup or any of that girl stuff. After watching Lisa spend half an hour getting ready while Steve waited patiently for her, I'd decided it was just one more reason I liked being a boy more than a girl. Lisa looked great when she was done, but half an hour? And that had been quick according to her!
"Police! Open up!" a deep, fake voice growled.
"You're surrounded!" another voice giggled, sounding definitely girlish and I opened the door to meet Monica and her friend Stacy.
"Hey!" I smiled at them and the two girls grinned when they saw me and I think Monica had forgotten that I was just fourteen.
"Whoa! Is your mommy home, little boy?" the one on the left laughed.
She was a tall and blonde with like six short ponytails in her hair, all of them dyed pink and blue. She wore what looked like a red bikini under an unzipped leather jacket and a short black skirt below that, riding low enough that I could see she had the bikini bottoms on too, tied with little red strings at her hips. Red sneakers on her feet completed the look, but I wasn't exactly sure what she was going for. She had a hot body though, so I figured she was just going for a 'fuck me' sorta look and that reminded me of Jane, except this girl wasn't nearly so pretty as my girlfriend was.
"Be nice, Stace," the other one said. "Ann, right? I'm Monica."
She was tall and dark, with a buzz cut like mine and a black t-shirt beneath a denim jacket. She wore brown leather pants, tight ones that really hugged her hips and thighs, flaring around her leather biker boots. She had her right ear pierced like four times and a stud in her nose too. Monica's smile was nice though, friendly and warm and her eyes were kind of bright brown like a rabbit's, I thought for no reason at all. She had big tits too. I mean, the rest of her was rather thin, but her boobs were kinda in my face as she stood there with her jacket open and spread around them. I tried to ignore her obviously huge nipples.
"Yeah, come on in," I said, standing aside for the two girls.
"Cool. Motel room," Stacy nodded, looking around like she'd never seen one before and Monica laughed at her.
"So you ready to go out?" Monica asked me and she looked me up and down. "You weren't kidding about being butch, huh?"
"What?" I smiled nervously, looking down at myself. "This is okay, right?"
"It's great," Monica agreed happily. "You got the little dyke tyke thing goin' on."
"Dyke tyke?" That was a new one on me.
I was wearing a boy's sleeveless muscle-T and a flannel shirt over that, kind of brown and gold. It was tucked into a decent pair of well-worn jeans, faded but they didn't have holes in the knees or anything, just a little frayed around the cuffs maybe. I had my work boots on and I'd put some gel in my hair and sorta combed it back, like I was trying to get that cool James Dean look or something, except my hair was just a little too short so it was standing up mostly, looking all punky. I'd even put my dildo on, my nine inch cock pressed down the inside of my right thigh and I'd debated over that for ten minutes before deciding that I really wanted it. It was comfortable anyway and I'd missed it, dumb as that sounds.
"Yeah! Fuck yeah!" Stacy nodded and she'd been checking me out too. "Gonna call you Daddy Ann from now on…"
"Shut-up," Monica rolled her eyes and grinned at me.
"…Dan for short!" Stacy giggled and she eyed the bulge in my Levi's. "Or long maybe…What is that?"
"Uh…" I swallowed hard and I wondered if I wasn't about to be totally humiliated.
"God!" Stacy made me jump slightly as she stepped close and pressed her hand against my crotch. She was taller than me by four or five inches and looking down with a smile. Monica watched as the other girl's hand followed the shape of my cock down my thigh.
"What's that?" Monica wondered, finally realizing that Stacy wasn't just teasing me. "Got a cucumber stuffed in your pants?"
"He's just happy to see us!" Stacy giggled. "Ain't ya?"
"That's my, uh…Dildo. It's okay, right?" I asked nervously and these people were a lot different from anybody I knew back home. I was blushing and wishing I'd left my strap-on in my pack.
"It's awesome! No wonder Stevie loves you," Monica laughed at me, but not like she was teasing or anything. "Leave his dick alone, come on…Stacy's kinda buzzed, don't worry about it,"
"I'm not buzzed," Stacy made some duck lips at her friend. "Dan's hot! Are we gonna go?"
"Dan?" I giggled.
"Yeah, we're gonna go find Dan a girlfriend," Monica nodded at Stacy and then looked at me. "Right?"
"I have a girlfriend," I said.
"Here?" Stacy wondered, looking around like she might have missed something.
"No, back home," I said.
"So?" Monica laughed. "Get one here too. Doesn't mean you gotta marry her."
"Yeah, just cause you fuck her," Stacy giggled. "Who cares?"
"What?" I was a little confused.
"What?" Stacy looked at me and she was confused too.
"God! You're both stoned!" Monica laughed. "Come on, let's go."
I grabbed the room key card thing off the top of the television and gave the room one last look, wondering what I was doing. These girls didn't even know how to have a normal conversation! Stacy was definitely drunk, or something, and Monica was sorta like Sherry, it seemed to me. Like she had that same in charge kind of attitude, you know? But Sherry was a thousand percent girl and Monica was pretty much a guy, except for her tits. Well, obviously she was a girl, but you know what I mean. She was probably the first real dyke lesbian I'd ever met and I wondered if I was going end up like her in five or six years. That made me wonder about a lot of things.
"I have to be back by midnight," I said nervously, but I was serious. I figured Steve and Lisa would stay out at least that late, but how long after that I wasn't ready to try and guess.
"Midnight?" Stacy giggled. "How old are you anyway, Dan?"
"You sure?" Monica asked me and I nodded. "We'll see what happens," she said and that wasn't very reassuring.
"I'm almost fifteen," I answered Stacy. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," she reached for my hand. "Now I know where you been all my life!"
"Huh?" I smiled at her, wondering what she was talking about.
"Grade school!" Stacy giggled and squeezed my hand as we were going down the outside stairs. "You're still hot though, Dan. You gotta meet Amy!"
"Ummm…" I shrugged. "Who's Amy?"
"Dan's gotta meet Amy, right?" Stacy looked at Monica and the other girl laughed.
"Yeah," Monica agreed. "She's gonna love you! What do you think of my ride?"
"Me?" I looked at Monica and then at what must have been her car, since she was unlocking the driver's door.
"Yeah, you," Monica grinned. "You know about cars right? Isn't that what you said before?"
"Yeah," I nodded and Stacy giggled, but I wasn't sure why that would be funny.
"Cool," Monica got inside and reached for the passenger door and pushed it open for me and Stacy. "So what do you think of this one?"
"It's a Buick Grand National," I shrugged cause that pretty much everything there was to say about it and Stacy was tilting the seat forward so she could get in the back. "What is it? Like the '87 right? The McClaren GNX?" But I didn't think so.
I didn't tell her I thought it was only sorta okay cause Monica obviously liked it a lot and wanted to impress me or something. It was black, inside and out, and one of those cars that had started the rebirth of American muscle cars, if you wanted to call it that. Like the Camaro and Firebird, and the redone 'Vette that came out in '84, it was all cool…But it wasn't a classic, you know? It was good for chopping, some serious modification, but this one was pretty stock so far as I could tell. I'd know for sure once Monica fired it up if she had a decent ride or not.
"Sit back here with me," Stacy suggested and I think she wanted to make out or something, but I was still trying to figure out if she was Monica's girlfriend or what.
"Nah, sit in the front," Monica told me, reaching over to push the sit back into place now that Stacy was in. "Yeah, it's the '87, pretty trick, huh? I'm into scoots mostly, but it fuckin' rains here so much, you know?"
"Yeah," I shrugged and got into the front seat. "It's okay. You do any custom work?"
"Just restored it mostly," Monica turned the ignition and the engine growled softly to life. When the girl gave it some gas I knew it wasn't the GNX and that was the only one that would have excited me, if I was totally honest. It had the basic 3.8L plant, which was okay, but nothing spectacular. The GNX was a rare car and it would have been cool to find one of those.
"Steve's old man helped me out with it. He knows cars okay," Monica said and I shrugged.
"Yeah," I said kinda non-commital. "He can read a book, I guess."
Monica gave me a funny look and I guess she'd never heard that expression before. It just meant Mr. Sawyer was one of those guys who could put a car together, like with original parts and stuff, but didn't really know how to throw the plans away and just invent stuff. My opinion, as handed down to me by my Daddy and older brothers, was that anybody could read a book; it didn't mean the guy knew cars…But on the other hand, restoration wasn't always easy. Scott's Challenger was proof of that. It could be as hard as any custom build you could think of, so we didn't look down on those guys either. Only some of them, like Mr. Sawyer, who had a perfectly good Trans Am sitting in his garage and not a freakin' clue what to do with it. I had a zillion ideas!
That made me sort of miss him, actually and I felt my butthole pucker a little. Seriously, thinking about Mr. Sawyer got me hot for some reason. Steve had fucked me, but not in my butt, and I kind of wished he had. I tried not to think about how good it had felt in my pussy and the see-saw was starting to tilt back the other way again. I wasn't feeling good about my girlish parts and I wanted some queer guy sex. Probably cause I was wearing my strap-on and I adjusted myself slightly, just so the base would rub my clit a little more.
"Are we gonna go?" Stacy was sort of pouting because she was all alone in the back seat. "Let's go already!"
"Yeah, yeah," Monica agreed. "Hold on to your panties. We're going."
"Are there gonna be any guys at this party?" I asked slowly, not sure how Monica would take that.
"I'm not wearin' panties!" Stacy pouted some more.
"Probably," Monica shrugged as she looked over her shoulder, backing us out of the parking space.
"Probably fags, you mean!" Stacy giggled and she was okay again. "Don't worry, Dan, there's gonna be a lotta girls. Enough for everybody."
"There's never enough for everybody," Monica laughed.
"Okay," I said, but I was thinking about fag guys and wondering if I might actually be able to hook up with one. That made my heart go a little quicker, although Monica probably thought I was smiling because her car was so quick when she stomped on the gas to get a little rubber out of the parking lot.
"Are you like totally out?" Stacy asked me. "Or what?"
"Yeah, I guess so," I shrugged. "My dad knows I have a girlfriend."
"That's so cool," Stacy smiled and she was leaning back and I wasn't really looking at her, since she was right behind me pretty much.
"What's that smell?" I wrinkled my nose cause it was like cigarette smoke, except it wasn't.
"Huh?" Monica grinned at me and hit a button to roll her window down. "You never smoked dope before?"
"Me?" I blinked at her and then Stacy was tapping me on the shoulder holding a joint.
"Here…" she sorta grunted, obviously holding her breath.
"Oh, no…" I swallowed hard. "Um, I don't really…"
"It's cool," Monica said. "Take a hit, it won't kill ya. There's no dust on it or anything."
"Dust?" I had no idea what I was doing but Stacy was shoving the joint in my face practically.
"It's Hawaiian Punch," Stacy breathed and then grinned at me. "Quality sense, go ahead!"
I knew guys back in Squinosha who smoked pot. Some of my brothers had tried it and I knew Scott smoked once in awhile, and Greg too, but I didn't think they did it very much. Daddy would totally kill us if he thought we were smoking dope and I'd never really felt the urge, you know? If I wanted a buzz, I just drank like 3 or 4 beers and I was feeling pretty happy. What did I need pot for? But Stacy wasn't gonna let me say no and Monica was looking at me, and I did sorta want to impress them, maybe…Or something. It was weird, like peer pressure and usually I ignored those feelings, being different like I was anyway.
"Um…Okay," I agreed reluctantly. "Just a little, I guess."
"Yeah, get loose!" Monica grinned at me and I took a small puff and even that was enough to make me cough.
"Virgin!" Stacy laughed. "Try again…Slow and deep, you gotta get it inside, you know? Gotta like, fuck the smoke!"
"Yeah," Monica nodded. "Fuck the smoke, Dan."
"Ugh…" I frowned and looked at that joint and wanted to just give it back, but they were waiting.
I only had like four real tokes on that joint and they weren't very big or deep or anything, not like the drags the other two girls were taking. But five minutes later I was fucked up!
"Whooo…Feelin' it now, huh?" Monica was laughing and I wondered how she could even drive.
"God! That's good shit," Stacy had snuffed what was left of the joint and now she was leaning forward between the seats and grinning at me. "You like it?"
"I don't know," I laughed and it was like I couldn't stop laughing. Everything was funny, but for no real reason at all. It was pretty insane and I wasn't like tripping or anything, I was just totally buzzed.
"You like it!" Monica assured me and her right hand rubbed my left thigh for a moment and it made my hair stand on end, except I knew my hair was already standing straight up and so that was funny too. Except I didn't know why.
"Hey!" Stacy said suddenly and I turned my head to look at her.
"What?"
She kissed me then, hard on my lips and even though it surprised me, I didn't pull away from her or anything. I just giggled into her open mouth. Even when her long soft tongue pushed across mine, tickling me, I still laughed and stared at her face while we did it.
"That!" Stacy pulled back finally, licking her lips. "Had to be done."
"Oh" I nodded as if that made sense and then I looked at Monica. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Stacy?" Monica rolled her eyes at me. "She's everybody's girlfriend. Fuck her if you want, I don't care."
"I like to fuck around," Stacy laughed and she was sitting back again, in the middle of the backseat now and I was mostly turned around and yeah, still giggling like an idiot.
"Who doesn't?" I asked, cause that sounded pretty funny.
"She means she likes to cheat on her girlfriends," Monica told me.
"I do," Stacy smiled at me. "I have a thing for it."
"For cheating?" I asked her and the girl nodded.
"Compulsive," Stacy giggled.
"She breaks up every time," Monica explained. "Like, she meets some cool guy and moves in and a week later Stacy's bangin' on my door all cryin' cause she got caught fuckin' around again."
"A guy?" I narrowed my eyes and grinned because Stacy had spread her creamy thighs to show me her red bikini. It was a thong, naturally, and barely covered her pussy. I could see it disappearing between her butt cheeks.
"Not a real guy," Stacy giggled. "A guy like you."
"Oh, a girl guy," I laughed and even being reminded that I wasn't really a boy didn't bother me for some reason. "Cool."
"You wanna eat something?" Stacy asked, rubbing a finger along her slit and it was plain as day, even in the dim city lights coming through the windows. She had some sweet pussy lips and I think she was trying to push her bikini between them, like inside her, and I licked my lips.
"Uhhh…" I stared as her thong disappeared, the plump folds of Stacy's pussy swallowing it up. "Right here?"
"Huh?" Stacy stuck her tongue out at me. "Not that! Here…You hungry?"
"Oh!" I might have blushed, except I was too high to care. Stacy had a Wendy's bag with like four burgers and a bunch of French fries in it.
"Stacy grabbed some food at work," Monica said.
"Don't worry, I didn't puke on it," Stacy laughed. "Still hot'n juicy!"
"Yeah, okay!" I was suddenly starving and old fast food didn't really sound great, but I didn't care. I was really hungry and it wasn't that old anyway, the burgers were still warm.
This was like the weirdest night of my life, I figured. Monica and Stacy were definitely not normal and now I wasn't either, riding around Seattle stoned out of my mind and eating Wendy's hamburgers like I'd just got off a boat from someplace in Africa. Not that I have anything against Africans, but I'd seen the infomercials for Feed the Children or whatever, you know? And I was pretty glad I wasn't starving to death. Except right then I felt like I was. It was crazy and all I could do was giggle while I chowed down like a pig.
"You don't really, um…Throw-up on the food," I asked Stacy. "Do you?"
"Nah, just on the floor mostly," she laughed. "I stick my finger down my throat and…"
"Shut-up," Monica frowned over her shoulder. "Nobody wants to know the details!"
"Dan does!" the blonde said. "Anyway, I dunno, it just comes right up. It's totally sick. You wanna see it?"
"Stace!" Monica practically yelled and I was shaking my head.
"No, that's okay," I told her.
"Whatever," Stacy shrugged. "It's either I puke or I gotta let my boss bone me if I wanna get out of work."
"Really?" I finished my second burger.
"Yeah. I hate getting boned too," Stacy nodded.
"He's gonna think your pregnant," Monica laughed. "What's this, like your fourth time this month?"
"No! Just my third and…" Stacy looked at her purse as it rang softly. "Whoops…Mommy time!"
"Huh?" I watched as Stacy got a celphone out of her purse.
"It's her mom," Monica explained. "She always calls, like every night."
"Oh," I just nodded at that.
"Hi mommy!" Stacy rolled her eyes. "I know, I have to work though…I'm sorry…I know, yeah…I know…You did? Huh…I'll come by tomorrow and see it…Huh? Yeah, no…Yeah…I'm going to meet my boyfriend. Yeah…The doctor one, uh-huh…Okay mommy, okay…Okay…I gotta go, he's waiting for me…Bye! Love you too!"
"A doctor this time?" Monica laughed.
"She made a quilt for me," Stacy sighed, putting her phone away.
"What, is she like really old?" I wondered.
"My mom?" Stacy giggled. "No, she's only like 34 now. She's in a half-way house, so they make her do crafts stuff all day."
"Her mom's Amish," Monica grinned at me.
"What's that?" I laughed, but only because she was and my buzz wasn't going away at all.
"Amish?" Monica laughed and I shook my head.
"A half-way house? It's like a rehab thing for drug addicts," Stacy shrugged. "My mom was all fucked up."
"Oh," I frowned at that cause it wasn't too funny anymore.
"She's a whore too," Monica said.
"She is not!" Stacy shook her head. "She's an exotic dancer, that's all."
"Yeah, but she didn't get busted for dancing, did she?" Monica laughed and glanced at me. "She was in county for like three months for propositioning some undercover cop."
"She was framed," Stacy told me. "Don't listen to her. My mom isn't a whore, okay?"
"Okay," I shrugged.
"She's just, you know, got different job skills than other people," Stacy was laughing. "She's a people person."
I laughed too then and it was okay again, Stacy had been messing with me a little, I think. She knew what her mom was, but the woman was her mom too, so…I dunno. We were all fucked up anyway. But it was funny, sorta.
"So what's your dad do?" I wondered.
"Beats me!" Stacy grinned. "Never met him."
"Her dad was a customer," Monica told me and I guess I looked like I felt then, sort of like an asshole for bringing it up.
"Don't worry about it," Stacy reached forward and gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze. "At least he was a big tipper."
"He was?" I laughed.
"Well, yeah…He gave her me!" Stacy stuck her tongue out.
"Oh," I nodded and giggled cause that was a weird way of looking at it. "My mom ran off with a stripper," I said and I musta been seriously stoned, cause that was something I wouldn't ever tell anyone otherwise.
"Really?" Monica grinned at me and Stacy laughed.
"I knew you were cool," Stacy said and she leaned forward looking for another kiss, I thought. So I gave one to her and it was way, way good too.
The party was all the way on the other side of Seattle, or something. It seemed like it anyway and it had been kind of a long drive, but at least I'd gotten to know Monica and Stacy a little better. Or maybe not, it was hard to tell. Mostly I just knew about Stacy since she liked to talk and the girl was completely not shy! She'd pretty much dropped out of school when she was fifteen and just sort of lived with other people mostly, as near as I could figure it out. Worked wherever she could and just went from one party to the next, looking for someone to take care of her until Stacy did something to screw it up. It sounded kinda sucky to me, but she seemed happy enough.
Monica was like Stacy's only best and real friend and she at least came from a normal home. She'd graduated high school and worked for a motorcycle dealership that her uncle owned, or maybe the guy wasn't really related to her, that part had been kinda confusing. But she had a job and made okay money doing it. She knew a lot about motorcycles anyway and enough about cars to keep her Buick up and running decent. Monica was pretty cool and totally gay, telling me she only liked to abuse boys, which I totally didn't get. She didn't explain it either, which was fine with me. I didn't really want to imagine her abusing Little Steve or anything, since I kinda liked him. But I knew the boy loved Monica, so…It was all weird and even if I hadn't smoked that pot it woulda still confused me.
"Hey! You look lost," a woman was smiling at me, a really pretty one wearing ripped tights and a one piece mini-skirt, dress thing over her body. I mean she was tall, like almost six foot or something, and it was all legs mostly. She didn't have hardly any boobs and no hips or anything, but she was thin and pretty sexy anyway with a lot of thick black hair tumbling around her wide shoulders. Nice eyes too, dark like Julie's, but maybe that cause they were seriously dilated too.
Everyone in that place was high on something, I'd realized quickly, and I'd already turned down some Ecstasy stuff and a couple joints that people had tried to pass me as I walked around. I wasn't even drinking anything cause I wasn't much for getting wasted anyway, and that pot had been plenty for me. What was really weird though, and it didn't hit me right away, was that everyone at the party was a girl. I didn't see a single guy, except for the girls who looked like guys. I was definitely one of those and the other 'guys' would ignore me mostly, but the girlish girls, they'd check me out and smile and even flirt with me. It was way strange!
"I do?" I smiled up at Amy and I was confused a little. Stacy and Monica had sorta disappeared and left me alone to wander around this really big old house, like a Victorian mansion or something. It woulda been spooky probably, if there weren't like two hundred people inside, with the music blaring, and dogs barking, and the televisions on and…It was crazy! I had no idea who lived there and it was furnished with like throw away stuff from the Salvation Army, so maybe nobody lived there, except the lights were on and somebody must be paying the bills, I figured.
"I'm Amy. You're Dan, right? Monica told me to find you," she said. "You wanna dance?"
"Uh, I don't really know how," I said and that just made her laugh.
"Don't worry about it," Amy took my hand. "Nobody else does either. Come on, we'll go this way…"
There was a huge room, it must have been a serious dining room at one time, like a banquet hall or something. It was totally empty too except for a whole lot of Christmas lights nailed to the high ceiling and about fifty people dancing around. I figured this must be one of those rave things I'd heard about, but of course we'd never had anything like that in Squinosha. We had keggers, you know? This was something else entirely! Like New Years and Halloween and July Fourth all rolled up into one. People had glitter and glow sticks and even sparklers like it really was the Fourth. Amy was right though, none of them could dance and so we fit right in and I was laughing my ass off!
It was hot in there and I was sweating, but maybe that was because Amy liked to dance close. Everyone did it seemed like and I felt as if I was in the middle of a hot flesh sandwich. People were bumping into me and rubbing on me, and they wouldn't apologize or anything, they'd just smile and nod and keep going. I was getting felt up too, seriously, like a hand would grab my ass or even my crotch, finding my big dildo and giving it a little push or pull or whatever. I didn't know what was going on and Amy had turned herself around, pressing her ass against my pelvis and encouraging me to grab her hips it seemed like, so we did that for awhile. It was like having sex! I mean, my strap-on was working my clit like crazy as Amy was grinding herself against it and I held her by the waist, both of us giggling and panting and being crazy with it.
When Amy turned around finally, she pressed her body right up against mine with her arms going around my shoulders and all I could do was wrap mine around her waist. We weren't really dancing at all then, just rubbing our bodies together and I could feel my nipples burning beneath the pressure. Amy's dark eyes were looking down into mine and I was smiling cause I knew she was gonna kiss me and I was ready for it. I was almost shaking with excitement, like just raw energy, you know? Everyone around us was jumping around and it was like the whole house shook with it. My skin crawled with electric ants and my tummy was doing somersaults. My clitoris thrummed and my nipples ached and I could hardly breathe when Amy's tongue filled my mouth.
I went for her ass, feeling like a total guy right then. I mean, I wanted to fuck her! That's what I was thinking and not like pussy fucking the way I'd done it with Jane. Not girl sex. I wanted to put my cock inside this chick and ride her. I wanted to feel her pussy tight around my dick and watch her face while I pumped her hard and deep. I wanted to cum inside her and everything, imagining that I had real balls full of real sperm and I wanted to put it inside her cause Amy was fine as hell and nobody was ever gonna know. I'd never see this chick again in my life and I didn't care, which was so unlike me that I almost stopped kissing her when I thought about it.
Amy wasn't gonna let me stop though, that was for sure. We were making out hard, right there in the middle of all those people, and neither one of us cared. I had both hands full of the girl's firm round butt and I was squeezing her cheeks hard through her skirt. It was like Rayon or something, silky soft and thin with those even thinner tights beneath that. It was sexy and I was copping a serious feel of Amy's wonderful ass. And did I say it was hot in there? I thought I was melting beneath the flannel shirt I was wearing. I wanted to get naked with this girl, you know? It was like my number one priority all of a sudden. Get naked. Get my dick inside her pussy. Get off. Yeah, I was a total guy right then and it was seriously cool! I don't know what was bringing it on, but I liked it.
"I wanna get out of here," I finally breathed, or more like yelled because the music was loud and techno and I could barely think straight.
"Me too!" Amy smiled and her hands were all over my chest right then, her palms pressed hard to flatten my tits and I was all into that. It felt so good it hurt.
"Where can we go?" I asked her, feeling like an idiot, but what else could I do? I didn't even know where I was! Someplace in Washington, I hoped.
"Your place!" Amy grinned and before I could even begin to wonder if that was a good idea or not the girl was pulling me through the crowd.
She had a crappy BMW 325i, an older one all small and rusty and colored brown like a mud puddle. I kinda giggled and rolled my eyes, but she didn't notice and really, what business was it of mine what kind of car she drove? I was turning into one of those assholes I always said I hated, the guys who looked down on anyone who didn't drive a quality pony car and I frowned at myself. My brothers were like that sometimes, Mark and David especially and it always pissed me off when they gave someone like Josh a hard time.
"Hold on…" I said, turning Amy's lips to mine when we were sitting inside her car and I just had to make out with her some more. She didn't kiss like any girl I'd been with, which wasn't a whole lot of girls, but still…Amy kissed different and it was kinda cool. I don't know if I could have explained it though. I wasn't exactly thinking really clearly, you know? We'd been dancing for an hour probably and I felt as buzzed as ever, like I'd drank a twelve pack all by myself, except I didn't have to pee every five minutes, which was nice.
"Okay," I licked my lips after ten minutes of serious tongue action and I tasted Amy's lipstick. She really had a lot of makeup on, I thought, but she was so pretty that I didn't care.
"Where are we going?" Amy asked softly and I had to lean close to hear her.
"Um…God!" I giggled. "The Eight Days motel in Lynnwood? You know where that is?"
"Yeah," she gave me a funny look. "You're staying there?"
"Yeah," I smiled. "I'm just visiting."
"Okay," she started the car and the radio came on, sorta loud with some old Filter playing, but that was cool and Amy didn't turn it down either. I guess she didn't feel like talking or whatever and that was okay. I sorta needed to catch my breath anyway, you know? This was like a dream or something and I just smiled as Amy drove us back through the city.
It was just a little before eleven when I was fishing the plastic key card out of my pocket and opening the door. I was a little nervous by then. I'd cooled down some and my head had cleared a little, and I was wondering what I was doing bringing this girl, this woman, back to my motel room. Amy must have been the same age as Monica and Stacy, like 20 years old probably. I didn't know why she wanted to be with me, although I hadn't questioned it before. Now I was wondering though and maybe she was too, I wasn't sure. But I let us both in and closed the door behind us, turning on the lights and looking around as if to say, 'Welcome home.'
Things got better again quickly though, as soon as Amy started kissing me again, and I started forgetting all my questions then. We picked up right where we'd left off and for a few minutes we just stood there in the middle of the room, my hands on Amy's ass and her tongue in my mouth. A big tongue too, not like Jane's or even Lisa's, Amy's tongue was thick and strong an she was fucking my mouth with one hand in my short blonde hair and the other stroking my back. I was pressing my cock against her crotch and thighs, pulling her against me so my clit could feel it and that made my nipples pop hard.
Oh yeah, it was all coming back to me then. I remembered how badly I'd wanted to get Amy alone and now I had her. I was going to fuck her and my tummy tightened up hard enough that I could feel my pussy spasm with pleasure. Juices were spilling out of my sex and running down my thighs and I had to get my cock free, release that big dildo so I could really get off and imagine I was guy fucking some girl I'd just met at a party. That's what guys do, right?
I thought so and it was the fantasy that was driving me. I was a guy and I was gonna have sex with this girl and tell all my friends about it when I got back home. I couldn't tell Matt or Lance or any of them about my other girlfriends, but I could tell them about Amy. I could tell them everything and that would be so cool, just seeing the envy on their faces when I told them how I'd fucked that girl two hours after we'd met. It sounds totally juvenile, I know, but hey…I was a juvenile, right? I just wanted to brag.
Guy sex! It was really turning me on, even though in the back of my mind I knew Amy only liked me because she was a lesbian. I'd leave that part out, I decided. My friends might not understand that part of it and the whole idea was kind of a spoiler for me too just then. I wanted to be a guy and Amy was just a girl who wanted my cock. I sorta wished she'd say no, but not like really mean it, you know? Like say no a couple times and then beg me to do her hard cause my dick felt so good rubbing her pussy. How cool would that be?
"On the bed…" I whispered, sort of shuffling my feet and pushing Amy back until we could sort of fall on the mattress.
"Heh!" Amy grinned at me and we were making out some more. Her hands were tugging at my shirt, pulling it out of my jeans and then fumbling with the buttons while I ran my hand along her back, feeling blindly for the zipper on her dress. We kissed all the while and I was nibbling on Amy's bottom lip when I got the zipper down to the top of her ass and she wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel her warm, smooth back all the way from her tights up to her silky hair and I spread the girl's dress as she rolled on top of me, straddling my hips with her knees and sitting on my cock.
"Do you want to turn the lights off?" Amy asked me softly and the tone of her voice made it sound like she wanted to be in the dark.
"If you want to," I sorta shrugged. "Um, I don't mind. You're beautiful."
"You're sweet," she laughed lightly and I was trying to get her dress off her shoulders and expose her breasts.
Before I could do that, however, Amy had leaned over and reached the light switches mounted on the wall between the beds. She turned them all off, except for the light in the bathroom because I guess there wasn't a switch for that one.
"That's better," she sighed, straddling me once more and I could only barely see her now as I finally got her dress down.
She had even smaller tits than I did, at least from what I could see and most especially feel as I brought my hands to them. Amy was undressing me, pulling off my flannel shirt while I played with her nipples and they were hard little pebbles, but not puffy or anything and her chest was firm, but flat. I figured that was why she wanted the lights off, but she didn't have to be shy about it. I didn't mind at all that she had no tits. It was sorta cool actually and I told her that.
"I love your tits," I whispered as she was pulling my t-shirt over my head to expose my own smallish boobs and my nipples were definitely hard and puffy, swollen with those rings glinting in the dim light and Amy laughed again, but softly like everything she said.
"I like yours too," she told me and her voice was breathless, whispery sorta, like she was afraid to talk out loud, but it was sexy in a way and I didn't mind. We just played with each others tits for a few minutes, looking at each other and smiling. Every now and then she'd rock her hips a little, giving me a little grind with her ass on my cock and I'd feel it through my clit as a dull ache to make me gasp.
Even though I was supposed to be the guy, it was kind of obvious that Amy was taking charge. She was on top of me for one thing, but more than that, we were going at her pace now. We were doing what she wanted to and all I could do was follow her lead. That was a little frustrating cause I really just wanted to roll Amy over and get that dress off her, pull those silly pink tights down, and shove my cock inside her. I was hot for it like you wouldn't believe and all this teasing was making me super horny, like desperate to have her, you know? I think she knew it and was taking it slow on purpose for some reason. Stupid girls!
"Let me have your cock," Amy finally whispered and she moved just enough to get my Levi's unzipped, not undoing the snap at all.
It was a little awkward because those nine inches were seriously firm and pushed down my pant leg, like I said, but Amy managed to work it free finally. She was sitting on my thighs with her dress around her hips and she held my strap-on with both hands, smiling at it as she moved her fists up and down the shaft slowly. I moaned and lifted my butt just because I could feel it when she pumped that cock, the pressure was going straight to my clit and making me feel real good.
"You like that, Dan?" she asked me playfully and I nodded, not bothering to correct her at all. It occurred to me then that this girl didn't even know my real name, probably. That was a real head trip!
"Yeah," I breathed. "I want to make love to you."
"Make love?" Amy giggled and I was blushing. It did sound kind of corny considering that we both knew we weren't really in love at all.
"I wanna fuck you," I swallowed hard. "Really bad!"
"Ohhh…" she stuck her tongue out at me and nodded. "That sounds a little better. Let me get it wet first, okay?"
"Ummm…okay…" I answered slowly, watching as the girl scooted down a little more, getting on her elbows and knees so she could suck my cock.
"Such a nice cock…Mmmm…" she sighed. "I love big cocks like yours…Hmmm…So hard too…You like it when I suck your cock, Dan?"
She was talking to me while she licked my cock slowly, teasing me with her tongue, and I'd have given anything to know how that would feel if my dick was real. It had to be awesome, having a hot girl dragging her tongue along the shaft, up the underside to the head and then swirling her tongue around it. Kissing the tip and licking her way back down the long thickness until she could kiss my balls. Amy was doing all of that and the little vibrations felt amazingly good, but God! I wanted the real thing and I was wishing I was a real boy so badly right then that it almost hurt.
"Take off your dress," I urged her. "Turn around a little…I want to touch you…"
"Mmmm…No, this is good," Amy replied. "Let me just make it nice for you first, okay?"
She was holding my cock in her hand, talking around the head as it rested on her lips, and she started jerking me off so I'd definitely feel it in my clit. It distracted me enough that I didn't argue with her, although I wasn't really sure what she was getting out of sucking a dildo like that. But lesbians are sorta weird anyway, I'd figured that much out just from Jane and Julie, and me too, yeah. We were all weird, so this was just one more thing and I wasn't going to complain. It felt great for me and if Amy kept jerking me off like that I might even cum while I watched her. I could feel it inside me, that wonderful sensation of my orgasm growing and once I finally got to fuck this girl I was pretty sure I'd get off at least once, probably a lot more than that.
"Oh yeah…That's wet enough, right?" Amy asked me after awhile and my cock was definitely soaked with her saliva. She'd been slobbering all over it, making it at least sound like a real blowjob, and that had made it really good for me.
"Yeah, I'm ready," I nodded and I started moving, figuring it was finally time to get her naked and under me.
"No…Don't move," Amy put her hands on my stomach, pushing me back down. "I like it this way…It's better…You'll see…" she was panting after all that dick sucking and now Amy straddled my hips once again, reaching behind her to get a hand under her dress.
I guess she already had a hole in her tights or something. I mean, a hole someplace other than the knees and thighs and calves where they were already ripped. A hole that was big enough for my cock too, because a second later Amy was lifting herself up and I could feel that dildo moving around as she sought to find the right spot with the smooth head of it. I couldn't see anything though, which was a serious disappointment for me. Amy's dress covered everything and only when the woman gasped softly and then lowered herself down again did I know I was inside her.
"Ahhh…Um! Big!" Amy gasped and I winced slightly as all of a sudden there was a lot of pressure on my sensitive clit.
"Ohhh…Um…You gotta go slow…" I said, making it sound like she was the fucking me and Amy giggled.
"Sorry," she whispered. "You just have a really…Ugh! Big cock…"
"Okay," I nodded, but I'd had sex this way before and it wasn't my favorite, although Jane was pretty considerate and it had felt really good fucking her. Mostly I liked to be on top because when I pulled back it took all the pressure off my clit and then when I pushed in, well, I could control it better, you know? It really is kind of a science and another reason I wished I had a real dick. I bet none of my brothers had that problem!
But soon enough we were fucking nicely. Amy just had to get used to how big that dildo was and I just had to wriggle around to get the molded rubber base in the exact right spot and then we could really go at it. Amy held my tits while she rode my cock, moving slowly at first, a gentle up and down with a little wiggle at the end, when my dick was all the way inside her. She'd give me that sweet grind and make me groan as my clit throbbed with a seductive mix of pleasure and pain. I was lifting my hips too, meeting Amy as she came down and I had my hands on her bare waist, feeling her strong and firm, not soft like Jane or even Lisa, who had a seriously hard body. Amy was thin, but solid and I squeezed her hard while we fucked.
"I wanna make you cum," Amy was whispering and she lowered herself down so we could kiss. "I want you to cum while you fuck me…Cum for me…Okay?"
"Yeah…" I whispered back, panting for air and feeling hot all over. "I wanna cum inside your pussy…"
"Inside my pussy…Yeah…" Amy smiled and sighed and worked her ass up down, rolling her hips and keeping my cock deep inside her.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth, grabbing Amy's ass with both hands through her tights. They were like very fine fishnet stockings, superfine, and I liked the feel of them under my fingers, but I wished I could feel her bare skin even more. I was massaging her ass though, pulling the girl down to meet my cock as I'd thrust up and Amy would reward me with soft gasps and low, guttural moans from deep in her body. I felt her against my tits, her flat chest and small hard nipples rubbing across my big puffy ones. We were definitely fucking and I was going to cum soon and it seemed almost funny that I was still wearing my boxers and jeans. This was gonna be messy!
"Oh yeah…Fuck!" I gasped loudly and the bed was squeaking by then, not a lot, but enough. The headboard was banging against the wall a little and I was cumming hard all of a sudden. It was obvious too cause I sorta lose control when I cum hard, I can't help it.
"Oh yessss…" Amy kissed my face, my cheeks and eyes and then my mouth, whispering while she did it. "Cum for me…Fuck! I wanna cum too…Fuck me harder…Fuck me fuck…Me!"
She was grinding on me hard then, really working herself around on those firm nine inches she was riding and I was lost. My clit seemed to explode and my pussy was angry cause it was empty or something. It just collapsed on itself, squeezing all the juices out me like a fist around a hot lemon. I was soaked with girl cum as it stained my boxers and then my jeans. It was like I was peeing myself, seriously, and I didn't care at all. I was doing everything I could to make it last, to make it better as my heart threatened to burst. I couldn't breathe and my mouth was full of Amy's tongue. She was going to cum too and I had my arms wrapped around the girl's back, pulling her against me as tightly as I could.
"Ugh uh uh-hhhhhh…Ohhh!" Amy groaned, collapsing on top of me and breathing hard. I could feel her trembling a little, or something, like humping me with my cock inside her.
She had a little quiver maybe as she had her cum, but mostly I was still pretty dazed and confused with mine. We were both sweaty and out of breath, panting for air and smiling weakly at each other. It was a good cum and I wondered why she was stopping. I mean, I was ready to keep going cause there was another orgasm lurking in the depths of my tummy and I wanted it. I figured Amy would have another one too, like when I fucked Jane, she could cum like three times really quick. Bam Bam Bam…Jane was all over it and so I started moving again, smiling and kissing Amy's face, thinking she'd be into that idea too. I mean, what girl wouldn't be?
"Oh…I gotta…" she swallowed hard. "I gotta go clean up."
"What?" I kind of blinked at her. "You have to go already?"
"No," Amy smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm just kinda…Messy."
"Oh," I didn't know what to say to that. I was a total mess. My pants were soaked through after my cum and it was a little uncomfortable maybe, but it didn't make me want to stop fucking her. I guessed maybe she was a little different or something. Probably those tights were soaked too and she didn't like it. That was okay, maybe we could just fuck naked for awhile. That would be pretty cool with me.
"Hey, you want to take a shower?" I asked Amy after she'd disappeared into the bathroom, taking her purse and closing the door behind her. I turned on the lights again because it was pretty dark then.
"No," Amy's muffled voice was soft through the door. "Hold on, I'll be right out."
"Okay," I shrugged to myself and started taking off my pants and my boxers too, leaving me with just my strap-on jutting obscenely from my crotch. I grabbed it and gave it a little stroke and I was surprised by how slimy it felt. It was wet, but not like it was after I fucked Jane with it, you know? Girl goo isn't really all that slippery after a few minutes, I mean it sorta is, but…This was more like that lube stuff I used when I was getting buttfucked, that Asstro Lube which was way slippery all the time, except the lube on my strap-on was more like Vaseline or something. It was totally weird and I just looked at my hand and then I smelled it.
That was when I realized I'd been fucking Amy up her butt. I mean, my hand didn't smell totally like, well, you know…But it was a scent, you know? Like she'd taken a good bath before going out, but a person gets all hot and sweaty and, let's face it, a person's butt smells like a butt way down deep and now my cock smelled like Amy's butt. Vaseline too, or some kind of petroleum jelly sorta stuff and she must have gotten herself ready before stepping out of her house that night, or else she was really good at lubing herself up without anybody noticing. I'd been right there all night and I hadn't seen anything.
This was so weird, but still…I honestly figured that the girl was probably having her period. That was why Amy wanted to have anal sex and why she was so shy to let me see her or whatever. I was totally the same way when I was on, plus I always got super horny. So that was probably what she was doing in the bathroom, cleaning herself up cause maybe she got like a heavy flow or whatever. I didn't really want to think about it, but it all made sense. Amy coulda told me though, I thought. I mean, we're both girls anyway, so what was the big deal? But I remembered how it was a big deal for me too and so, yeah, I could definitely understand.
Steve didn't understand though and I hadn't chained the door or anything. He had his own key card too and before I really knew what was going on, him and Lisa were standing in the open doorway looking at me. I was still standing there, dressed only in my strap-on dildo and looking at my hand like I was a palm reader, except I was staring at them all of a sudden. That must have looked kinda funny.
"Hi," I squeaked.
"Hi," Steve said slowly and he was holding a cardboard box. "I brought you some pizza."
"Okay," I was still standing there, we all were, and then the bathroom door opened.
"I feel better…Uh…" Amy sorta froze and she looked about the same as when she'd gone in. Her black dress was still around her waist and her pink tights still had holes in them. She'd made her face up again though, with a lot of lipstick like before, eye shadow too, and she'd brushed her thick black hair out maybe.
"Who are you?" Steve asked and Lisa looked back and forth between us.
"That's my friend," I said with a hard swallow. "That's Amy."
"Amy?" Steve looked like he didn't believe me for a second and I felt my heart thump cause I could see he was getting mad.
"I better go," Amy said softly and she was trying to fix her dress.
"Be nice, Steve," I frowned at him. I mean, he could be mad at me all he wanted, but it wasn't Amy's fault.
"Nice?" he glanced at me. "What's that faggot doing here, Annie?"
"What?" I stared at him.
"I really gotta go," Amy wasn't even going to bother zipping up her dress now that it was sorta on her shoulders again. She just shoved her feet into her shoes, grabbed her coat and started to leave.
"Hold on," Steve grabbed Amy's arm as she tried to get through the door.
"Steve…" Lisa said softly, but she didn't know what to do and my brother ignored her.
"Steve!" I was starting to get mad myself now. What did he think he was doing just grabbing her like that? "Leave her alone! God!"
"Her?" Steve chuckled, but it wasn't a happy sound. "This is a guy, Ann. Don't you know that?"
"What?" I blinked at him and then looked at Amy and she was like five shades of red and all she wanted to do was run away.
"Just let me go, okay?" Amy said, but her voice wasn't so soft, not so high like before, and it was like all of a sudden I could see that 'she' was really a guy.
He had a little Adam's apple going and a guy's body for sure, like how did I miss it? All that makeup he wore and his hair must have been a wig. I mean, it looked like real hair and felt nice. It probably was real hair, but it was too perfect, you know? He didn't even have boobs! None at all and I told him I loved his tits? God! What was wrong with me? I'd had sex with guy and I'd thought he was girl? I fucked his ass and thought she menstruating? It was making me dizzy and a little pissed for some reason, I didn't know why. Maybe just because he'd fooled me and so I was standing there feeling like a total moron in front of my brother and Lisa. That would piss anyone off, don't you think?
"Just let him go," I said and Steve must have seen something in my face, or heard it in my voice because he released Amy's arm and he was gone with a clatter of heels down the stairs a few seconds later.
"What was he doing here?" Steve asked me after the door was closed. But I didn't feel like talking and Steve was still angry, but he knew I was unhappy and he didn't feel the need to make it worse. I wasn't crying when I fell asleep, but I wanted to.