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Author's Note: This story was written as part of a friendly challenge that arose at Lesbian Lolita. Several authors, myself included, were bemoaning the fact that lately, it seems Leslita has been inundated with stories a hundred or so words long, with little to no plot. We've termed them "wank stories." They are not popular among the authors who truly care for what they write and put on display for people.

One Leslita author who is quite adept at writing very short, yet very exquisite stories is BabyKeiko. One of her stories was chosen at random, and the word count was determined to be 524 words from start to finish. So, the challenge was born: Write a well crafted, erotic story that actually has a plot, and do it in 525 words or less. This is my contribution to this contest.

Let the record reflect that this story is 513 words in length. I do hope that you'll enjoy it, even though it is so short.

Do You Remember?

Story Codes: Solo g; g/g; Rom
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Do you remember how it started? I do. I remember every little detail.

The first time... I remember that like it was this morning. Do you remember? Two years ago, and it still makes me shiver. Giggling like fools, we rushed along the hallway, already late for Sr. Mary Theresa's sixth grade English dungeon. We nearly fell into the girl's room we were laughing so hard, though I can't remember why.

When the door closed behind us, you grabbed my hand, dragging me into a stall, locking us in. I knew what was happening, but only in a vague way. Not the way I know now. Now, at this moment with my hand between my legs, I still feel your fingertips, not mine. It's that way every time I touch myself. I close my eyes, and I feel you touching me.

Do you remember the way you looked at me? Pressing me against the stall door, holding me there with your weight, your hand groping under my plaid skirt, fumbling to find my cunny. I remember the way our mouths hung open, the way we stared into one another's eyes. You were so beautiful!

Do you remember how I almost fell? I was scuttling my feet apart to make it easier for you. As I did, your fingers came into contact with my cunny - just as my fingers are now - and my knees almost gave out. You gave me that lopsided grin, leaned in close and kissed me, hard. I slid my arms around your neck, kissing you back, feeling your fingers digging into my crotch.

I'm digging mine in there now, but it's not the same. You aren't here to do it for me.

Do you remember how you lifted your thigh, grinding it against my cunny, using it to add extra pressure behind your hand? You were so rough with me that day! There was so little time; Sister Mary Theresa was already going to give us hell for being late, and you wanted to be as quick as you could. Try as I might, I can never duplicate that roughness. Without you, something is always lacking.

Do you remember how I sounded? My breathing, sort of like it is right now, was so ragged and hoarse. I was whimpering quietly. It's good that you were kissing me, because I'm sure I would have screamed when I felt your finger slam into my cunny the first time. When you started fucking me, I had to break the kiss and cling to you, my face pressed to your neck.

You were the one fucking me, it's true; but I was riding your finger for all it was worth, do you remember? My hips were thrusting urgently as I panted into your ear, then I shuddered and went over the edge. It was my first time at someone else's hand. I'd never come so hard before.

I almost came that hard just now, remembering, but it's still not the same.

That's okay, though. We have a date tomorrow.

Do you remember?