Message-ID: <6413eli$9802251507@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: XExcepted@aol.com Subject: First Story: "Independance" by XEcepted [f\f, teen] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Disclaimer: This story contains erotic material, namely sex, sex, sex. If you're offended by sex, or living in a place filled with limpdick weaklings who'd rather outlaw sexually explicit material then admit that they have peckers and cunts, get off your weak ass, start a free press movement, and come back when everythings setteld so that you can read my fucking story. Also, if you're not of the proper age required in your locality to read shit like this, rebel a little and read it anyway... obscenity IS art. Author's Note: This is my first erotic story... well, the first one ever put to print. If you like it, let me know--I have low self esteem, I could use the fucking encouragment. I just got dumped by my frigid... I'm not even going to get into it. XExcepted@aol.com Independence by Excepted Marian sat on the desk, sipping lemonade and meditating wordlessly to the gentle, spectral nigresscence that slipped gracefully between the seamless folds of day and night midsummer's eve on the lake. It was quiet here, not always or most of the time, but quiet now, absent of her parents and brothers as well as the rest of the vacationing families who had traveled to the City to watch the fourth of July display. She was alone with herself, not secluded; detached, separated from the world, wrapped in an audible blanket of shadow and shifting, refracted light from the darkening blue, cerulean, slate, black body lapping against itself, the dock, and sandy banks, comforting and methodical in the soothing chaos of nature's orchestrated disunity. It was so good, beautiful, to be alone, she thought. Getting away from her friends, and from school, and from everything else for two weeks in the summer was heaven enough, but being left alone at the lake was something extra, special. She wouldn't trade it for the world, if that were an option. The sunset passed in an array of colors. The horizon danced shades of deep orange, shifting red, myriad bands of brilliance ebbing in reach and writhing toward purple and the inevitable twilight grey-blue. The night animals were out, birds chirped wild songs, musical amphibian croaks sprang from darkened corners, trout beat sedate percussions against the water's taught surface, and footsteps leapt softly across the land lulling her consciousness away as dusk progressed. Those footsteps brought Marian awake, sapping her from the start of her dreams. "Hi, I'm not bothering you, am I? My family and I just moved in yesterday." It was a blond girl, about the same age as Marian, perhaps a year younger. "No," She lied. "I was just dozing off. Actually, I was planning to come over and meet you, but I figured you'd be in town with everyone else." She threw in adding truth to the and hospitality to the statement. "My parents left me here," She said, draping her left hand slowly down the blonde rope of her hair, uncovering abysmal grey eyes, casting the mane behind her neck across perfect, petite shoulders, and catching the last bleeding rays from the sun, highlighting the pale, untouched by summer skin of her porcelain face. "I was being difficult. I can be very difficult sometimes." "That's horrible, I'd be outraged if my parents left me alone and stranded in the middle of nowhere while they went out and celebrated the Fourth of July." Marian paused, "I wanted to stay here, with a family as big as mine its hard find time alone." "I know." "Is your family tight too"? "We get along, but I'm the only child." The girl punctuated her sentence with a slight, playfully spoiled laugh. "Well, you know what I mean." Marian giggled back. "You're really lucky you know, being and only child. I didn't get your name." "Mary." She said, and waited for the salutation to be returned. "Marian." "Mary and Marian... that sounds nice." "Well Mary, would you like a drink"? She asked, rising from her chair. Mary looked up at the now darkened sky, dotted with stars faint and emerging, emblazoned with constellations already prominent and increasing in luminosity; she lowered those eyes, now color of night, teeming with the reflection of a thousand pinpricks of starlight upon Marian. She ran her fingers once again through her hair, and stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Her right hand wrapped just above Marian's hip, pulling her closer until their faces were just inches apart. Actually, I was the blonde girl said, "I was hoping for something better, more." And then Mary kissed her. Marian offered up no resistance, returning the embrace aggressively, mashing tongue and teeth together into a nameless bed of soft sensation and lips. Mary cradled her body in firm, commanding caresss, directing her to do this, to feel that. Her arm slipped the length from hip to breast in one motion, never breaking contact, using the texture from Marian's cotton shirt to arouse and excite the immaculate flesh that lay hidden beneath. She slipped her mouth down toward her hand, dragging her tongue across Marian's neck, leaving a trail of saliva to cool in the hot summer air. Then, like a cat, she nuzzled against the other girls chest, pressing into it before biting Marian's nipple gently through the cloth. Mary made a purring sound as she removed Marian's top. Her breasts were medium sized with small areola and tiny, buttonlike nipples. The undersides were neiolled in a spiderweb of faint, tiny veins. She licked these, and then proceeded to the nipples, teasing them with sharp teeth, pressing lightly and flicking with her tongue, covering them in pools of moisture, and blowing on them, watching them elongate harden as the saliva dried. Marian ran her fingers through Mary's hair, contrasting it with her own, longer red mane. It was natural, and healthy, devoid of dyes and bleach even though it was light enough to be bleached. She was like a china doll, perfectly crafted, every inch sculpted with the meticulous glory of god, an angel. A divine messenger sent down from heaven on wings of pleasure to express the glory of flight through a series of gentle mews, tender kisses, and sweet caresses like the one Marian now felt pawing at the moist, hallowed recess ensconced by her cut off jeans. Mary undid the button of Marian's with her teeth and broke away to remove her summer dress. She did it easily, like a pro, letting it fall off of her shoulders, slide down her length, and fall to the ground where she stepped away from it, leaving it behind as if she had always gone without clothes. Marian started to undress, but Mary stopped her by falling to her knees, taking Marian's hands into her own, and holding them gently aside as she undid the zipper with her teeth. She started in slowly, with long, slow licks, covering, but not penetrating Marian's cunt, starting with a little tickle at the bottom of her slit and applying the most pressure just underneath the base of fine, red hair. Mary teased the moist edges with her index finger, exciting them before plunging into the wrinkled, austral folds. She felt Marian's insides becoming wetter, loosening as she worked in first one finger, and then two before Marian stopped her. "I have to lie down." She said, pulling Mary up and kissing her, tasting herself on the doll's lips. They slipped into a 69 with Marian on top, her face buried between the blondes thighs, lapping away at the white wisps of hair with her long tongue in the pale moon light. A gentle sucussion started to sweep throughout Marian's body, beginning in her cunt and radiating outward with each swift flick of Mary's tongue on her clit. Marian came to the sound of fireworks, and awoke alone on the deck to the sound of footsteps coming from the girl next door. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |