Sunday, May 11, 2008

The Definitve Lesbian Story

When she finally turned 16, Erogena started to appreciate how her body was growing. All the right parts were doing the right things, filling out nicely and rounding out beautifully.
On most nights, after she had finished dinner and her requisite three hours of homework, Erogena would stand naked in front of the full length mirror that was hung on the back of her closet door. She would lose track of time as she spent hours admiring the way the light danced and played upon her curves and sensual lines of her taut and nubile body. Her jubblies, barely hidden by the long blond hair cascading in golden waves from her head, were firm and stuck out like the ends of a pair of elf’s shoes. Her mossy cleft reflected the light in such a way to seem dewy and verdantly lush. Almost as if betwe her legs lay the very cradle of life from whence emerged the first humans. When she turned to get a view of her luscious posterior, she grinned in delight at how bubbly and properly rounded her donkey was. Sometimes, she would stand in front of the mirror wearing naught but a wet, sheer t-shirt, just because she liked the way the wet fabric clung to her supple form.
The boys at school had also noticed Erongena’s body. They would stare at her with rapt attention when she walked down the hall, swishing her plump fesse from side to side as if it had a heartbeat and a severe case of Parkinson’s.
But she paid them no mind. They were nothing more than young boys who deserved attention only when it suited her purposes and even then, just to copy a test answer or two.
Erongena was somewhat perplexed by her own opinion of boys. She knew at least a dozen girls her own age at the school who were riding the baloney pony and another few hundred who wished they were. And almost every girl was jealous of her. By all rights she should have been taking advantage of her body and every boy within sniffing distance. Yet she didn’t feel the same strong desire that drove her female friends.
In fact, the only time that she felt any type of sexual desire was after looking at herself in the mirror. She often gave into that need, laying in bed and double-clicking her own mouse until she had punched the clown in the nose at least four times. Sometimes she would reach into the drawer beside her bed and withdrawal her friend Pablo, to include him in her squishy activities. She would repeatedly Barrack with Pablo until her Obama was swollen and tender to the touch. Then she’d pass out contentedly.
Boys weren’t the only ones to notice Erogena’s blossoming into womanhood. One day, after gym, when all the girls were in the shower tenderly lathering up their sweaty bodies, Erogena’s red-headed friend Sapphoina observed how much Erogena had grown since the summer.
“Wow Erogena, you have grown since the summer,” she said.
“What do you mean Sapphoina?” Erogena slyly asked as she slowly slid her loofah down her taut tummy and lazily circled her navel.
“I mean that you look good enough to eat! I’d give my left Parton to have your body!” she exclaimed. “But I have to admit, you look as though you’re stressed and anxious. Is everything alright?”
“Well, I do have a big paper to write for Creationist Science that’s due in a few days and I just can’t find any science books to support the fact that man used dinosaurs as beasts of burden! It’s really wracking my nerves,” she replied.
“I can tell,” Sapphoina said as she walked up behind her friend and gently laid her hands on Erongena’s shoulders. “Your shoulders and back seem really tense and knotted. You could use a relaxing massage.”
Sapphoina then traced the shape of Erogena’s shoulder muscles with her fingers, letting gravity draw them down her back in concentric circles.
“Ooh, that feels nice!” Erogena purred. “Keep that up and I melt in a puddle on the floor and won’t make it to math class! Tell you what, why don’t you come over to my house after school and finish the job?”
“It’s a deal. I’ll even bring my coco butter and fruit flavored massage oils!”
Later that evening, Erogena sat in bed, waiting for her friend to arrive. She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason she was really excited. So excited in fact that her coffee pot was percolating and her windshield was defrosting nicely.
At 8 pm, Sapphoina arrived in Erogens’s room and immediately ordered her friend to disrobe completely. Erogena was confused until Sapphoina explained that the best way to work deep into the muscles was to have direct contact with the skin.
“Ok, but let me keep this thong on for privacy’s sake. It’s so thin and small that it barely covers my well-tanned bongo cheeks and shouldn’t get in your way,” Erogina said. Sapphoina agreed.
As her friend sensually massaged the oils into her skin, Erongena started to feel a craving. A yearning that she could not define. Almost as if she wished her friend would let her hands travel like eco-friendly cars wherever they wanted on the roadmap that was her body.
She laughed that thought away, figuring that she must be more stressed than she thought. But as the massage continued, her thoughts kept returning to what her friend’s tongue might feel like stromboling her throbbing gondola.
Soon she couldn’t take it anymore. Her yearning had become am insatiable hunger! She had to woozle her friend with all haste before her peanut exploded!
Suddenly she rolled over and pulled Sapphoina down on top of her. She was only slightly surprised that her friend had already removed her shirt, revealing her handful-sized ice cream scoops in all their glory.
“I was hoping this would happen,” Sapphoina whispered sultrily. “I’ve wanted to gargle your bodacious ta-tas for a long time!”
Erogena smiled as she let her hands glide over her friend’s body. Every nook and cranny was hers to explore like her name was Vasco DeGama.
With their tongues entwined, the two hot, young teenage girls spent hours engaging in every sexual act they could imagine. The Crippled Olympian, the 23 Skidoo, the Whirling Dervish the Interrupted Transmission; nothing was beyond their burning desires. Giblets were strubbed, lymph nodes were whitewashed and banders were snatched frumiously. A break was taken only to set up two video cameras. One for the close ups, one for a nice medium shot with all the action properly centered.
Their hours of hot, passionate, experimental sex steamed up Erogena’s favorite mirror and somehow set all of her stuffed animals on fire. The mattress was like a sponge soaked in sweat and various, gooey love juices. The furniture was all knocked over and every book in her bookcase was somehow stacked in the middle of her room, from floor to ceiling, without having been touched.
After that encounter, the girls would often meet to get busy. And each time was hotter and sexier than the last. Like seriously. It was nuts. I’m no prude or anything but the things those girls did defy the laws of decency and gravity! Wild isn’t even the word for it! They had sex! And they were both hot chicks! Sweet!
The End


leadiamond said...

wow, your mind really is racing out there in the desert.

Maribel Gilliam said...

Hey, you have a blogger! Sweet

Joshua said...

I do, my dear. Not everybody has the Myspace and I like to spread the virus that is Eighty-Four Glyde as wide as I can. I like your photographs, by the way.

Maribel Gilliam said...

Thank You, Thank you :P

Joshua said...

That comment I left was kind of creepy. Looking back at it years later, I hope I knew who that chick was to be talking about her photos like that.