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Oops, the previosu version was an older draft.  Here is the correct version.
 
luv,
Ginny
 
 
WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.

THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF LEGAL SEXUAL CONTACT BETWEEN
YOUNG GIRLS.

I am grateful to those who have shared their experiences with me
to serve as the basis for these stories and I am always looking
for more true experiences from others to write about (so email
me your experiences).  The subject matter I find most
interesting deals with first time experiences, innocence lost,
lactation, reluctance, and tribadism.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe are beautiful,
erotic and enlightening experiences of real women.

If you got wet, I welcome your feedback and encouragement at
wcollege2002@yahoo.com
(wcollege2001 still works but sometimes gets full)

This and future stories will soon appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
and also my text-only website www.geocities.com/wcollege2002
(fewer denials due to D/L limits)

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Fourteen (Carly)
by Ginny Walker,  2004
wcollege2002@yahoo.com  or  wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F, 1st Time, Young
 
My early teen years were a very difficult time in my life.  I
felt alone and unsure, like I did not belong.  I wasn't normal,
I found myself attracted to other girls.  I knew that I wasn't
supposed to feel this way, that it wasn't right.  Nevertheless,
there was no denying the desires that filled my heart or the
excitement that I felt when I saw a sexy girl, or the arousal I
experienced from even a casual touch.  As I imagined my future
life, I became convinced that my passion was not a possibility.
Frustrated and discouraged, I resigned myself to the reality
that girls were supposed to get together with boys.  Hey, it was
sort of obvious - physically, everything "fit" together.
Emotionally and spiritually, well, it had been the only model
presented to me and I was flooded with this fact from my
earliest childhood.  One example was playing dolls - there was a
mommy doll and a daddy doll, and then a few baby dolls.  It
seemed every girl's destiny to someday walk an isle in a church
and marry the man of her dreams.  But as early as seven years
old, my dreams and desires seemed to grow different from what I
was being taught.  I remember looking at the pictures in fashion
magazines and thinking how beautiful those women were, and it
would stir a warmth within me just gazing at them.  My earliest
memory of any sexual desire was wondering what it would be like
to kiss one of those models, imagining  the feel of her lips
pressing against mine and the taste of her lipstick.  I wouldn't
have identified that as sexual arousal at that age, but I knew I
felt tingly between my legs.

It wasn't long before I found myself dreaming of being with
another girl some day.  But I struggled with what I was being
taught, as well as my own sense of what was "normal".  I was
dominated by self doubt.  How could two girls come together
physically in the same way a man and a woman could?  Certainly
there was something missing, I reasoned.  I wasn't completely
stupid - I knew from first hand experience (pun intended) that a
girl could masturbate herself to orgasm all by herself - so
obviously, two girls could have sex and get each other off.  But
it didn't seem the same somehow, it didn't seem as legitimate.
I would eventually learn a life changing lesson and my naivety
would be erased as my mind was opened.

As I warred with my inner self over my conflicting feelings, my
frustrations grew along with my sexual desire.  When it felt
like I was about to burst from stuffing my feelings, I attempted
to satisfy these lusts by playing around with some of the other
girls at school.  It started with comparing bodies, then a bit
of inquisitive (and a bit clinical) touching, and it went as far
as kissing one girl.  Still, I was convinced that this could
never be more than the fleeting thrill that it was.  Though my
appetite would be appeased momentarily, I was left feeling more
empty than I was beforehand and the hunger returned with
increased fervor.  The struggle within me grew as the more
intimate I was with other girls, the more I knew this is who I
really was.  There was something about a girl that I physically
desired, yet it seemed I could never have that which I craved.

I became engrossed in exploring my own body.  Yet as I played
with my own breasts, my mind was dominated by thoughts of other
girls' breasts.  My fantasies soon grew into an obsession.  As I
masturbated my pussy and fondled my small breasts, my mind
formed perfect images as I visualized a classmate's perky nipple
sitting proudly atop a supple upturned breast that trailed down
into a soft curving under slope.  What would it be like to kiss
that breast, I yearned.

It was a few months later that I eventually seduced one of the
girls in my class and was finally able to realize my fantasy of
suckling the breast of another girl.  It was more exciting than
I had imagined.  In my fantasies, I always had a vivid image and
even a sense for what it would feel like to have a nipple inside
my mouth.  But I never imagined the auditory aspect.  The sound
made as my tongue flicked back and forth over her saliva covered
nipple, the little squeaks that escaped from my mouth as I
suckled her little nub, and the affirming cooing noise she
offered, all added to the erotic experience for me.  This was a
step down a new path and one from which I was unable, or
unwilling to return.

It would be later that summer, on the day after my fourteenth
birthday, that my world would be turned upside down.  I had a
sleep over party that Friday night and eight of my closest
friends spent the night.  One of the girls, Carly, who was a
particularly good friend of mine, told me her parents were going
to be away on one of their regular mini-vacations, so I invited
her to spend the rest of the weekend at my house.

My frustration was tempting me to become more bold, but with
eight girls spending the night in one room I dared not tried
anything with any of them.  But Carly and I would be all alone
Saturday night and my imagination began to race.  During the
party I began to single Carly out, sort of softening her and
preparing things for the next day.  I spent more time with her
than I did the other girls and made sure I was close to her,
brushing shoulders at every opportunity, touching skin to skin
as much as I dared in front of the others, without being too
obvious.

That night as I turned the lights out, just before we all
decided to go to bed, I spent about fifteen minutes brushing
Carly's hair.  I became aroused just running my fingers through
her silkiness, and inhaling deeply its decidedly girly
fragrance.  Carly seemed to be responding to this as well, as
her eyes closed and she became very relaxed under my touch.  God
I wanted to take her right then and there!  But cooler heads
prevailed and I consoled myself with the expectation that I
would have her soon enough.  Still, I needed to take another
step.  I made up a complement about how I liked her perfume and
as I did, I leaned to her and nuzzled her neck with my nose,
breathing in her scent.  Emboldened now, I moved my nose up a
bit and let my lips lightly graze against her skin.  With my
heart racing from taking such a chance, I brought my lips to her
neck again, this time pausing briefly.  It wasn't really a kiss,
I just pressed my lips gently against the nape of her neck.  I
let my fingers run through her hair, cascading down until they
passed over her shoulder and onto her upper arm, then moved back
upward in a caressing motion.

Now virtually massaging her shoulder and upper arm, and sensing
no objections, I let nature guide me and planted my first kiss
on her neck.  There would be no mistaking this as anything other
than a kiss as my lips first pressed against her and then parted
a bit, making a soft "pugh" sound against her bare flesh.  I
sensed that she was a bit startled, but she made no attempt to
pull away, so I wasted no more time in planting a second kiss on
her smooth neck just to the right of the wet spot left by my
first one.  A third kiss marked the beginning of a series of
kisses in rapid succession, as I felt the excitement begin to
seep from between my legs.

Masked by near darkness with only the red glow of my alarm clock
illuminating us, I mustered up the courage and let my lust lead
me as I slipped my hand from her upper arm and cupped her small
right breast through her thin pajama top.  I softly squeezed the
barely discernable bud, alternating between gently pinching her
pliable nipple and pressing my flattened hand firmly against her
developing breast.

Carly leaned back against me in submission, her head rolling to
her left as I felt her nipple harden under my touch.  But I had
to be careful - I could not get greedy this night.  She was
letting me play with her titties and I knew she was surrendering
herself to me, assuring me that tomorrow night I would enjoy her
completely.

Nevertheless, I was highly aroused at that moment and could not
bring myself to let this opportunity slip away.  I kissed up her
neck and then along her cheek as I continued to massage her
breast.  Her head eased back towards me and our lips met.  I
kissed her fully on the mouth, trying to do so quietly so as not
to alert the others as to what we were doing in our corner of
the room.  I explored her mouth and my tongue found hers as they
danced together slowly.  I hadn't thought of it previously, but
it occurred to me that it is nearly impossible to kiss silently,
and my heart skipped a beat in fear each time a slurping sound
escaped our interlocked mouths.

As Carly suckled my tongue, my free hand reached for the hem of
her pajama top and inched it up gradually until my right hand
was able to slip beneath the fabric.  I guided my hand higher,
traversing up over her flat tummy until I reached her naked
breast - oh god it felt so good to hold her like this!  I
explored her girlish chest, moving from one breast to the other
and back again, giving my mind a vivid picture of her feminine
beauty in the near darkness.

Fearing that the escalation of our kissing was becoming too
loud, I moved back and broke our kiss.  I guided Carly to the
bed and eased her down, lying down behind her so that both my
arms were around her torso with my hands still under her pajama
top.  We laid like this with me feeling her up for nearly a half
hour.  Carly curled up a bit as I fondled her, which caused her
firm little bottom to press back into my crotch.  The contact
sent shivers down my spine and I pressed forward into her.
Instinctively, I bent my left knee and my leg pressed into her
bottom.  Carly wriggled back a bit and then parted her legs
slightly and my leg slipped between her upper thighs so that I
felt her mound against my thigh.  My leg began to match the
movement of my hands on her breasts, and I could feel warmth
envelope my thigh as I realized her panties had become soaking
wet and were smearing her leaking juices onto my leg.  Her
breathing became deeper and more rapid and I knew she was close
to coming.  This was too risky - I couldn't let it happen,
certainly not here and now.  I suddenly moved my leg out from
between hers and pulled her over onto her back, as she let out a
frustrated moan of disapproval.

Though the room was nearly dark, I could feel that her pajama
top was bunched up above her bare breasts.  Acting on primal
instincts, I leaned over and covered her right breast with my
mouth.  I used my lips to caress the entirety of her nearly flat
bosom which seemed to now reveal more of her emerging womanhood.
Taking her pliable nub into my mouth, I used my tongue to tease
the little bump and the soft areola surrounding it.  A random
thought filled my head causing me to contemplate the human
tongue and its hypersensitivity as I recollected that the
smallest cut or bump seemed to feel so large, hmmmm.  Similarly,
Carly's tiny nipple felt huge against my inquisitive tongue and
it seemed to fill my mouth as her teat grew firm and puffy
between my lips.

I puckered my lips and sealed my mouth just over her nipple and
then sucked with force allowing the tip of her little breast to
slip inside my mouth.  I proceeded to flick the sensitive nipple
back and forth until I could feel the tension build in her.  I
was winding her up like a spring, but there could be no release
in our current situation.  God how I wanted to go down on her
just then... to capture her clit between my lips...  to drink
from her honey pot... to taste her sweet nectar as it flowed
like lava from her erupting vagina, over her pulsating labia,
and into my hungry mouth.  But I was too frightened to be so
bold, so I instead took my left hand and slipped it down inside
her drenched panties and cupped her hairless mound.  Carly let
out a soft moan and lifted her hips up to meet my touch.  I
began to rub her slit, smearing her seeping juices over the
tender folds of her outer labia and up over her smooth pubic
bone.  I rubbed her pussy up and down, being careful to avoid
her clit for fear of sending her over the edge.  The scent of
girl sex permeated the air and I was praying that no one else
would smell Carly's arousal.

I rubbed the length of her vulva and pressed my middle finger
into her so that the tip slipped just between the seam of her
labia.  Carly and I were both lost in this moment as I tenderly
pet her sweet pussy.  She lunged against my hand and as I my
hand moved down I curled my finger tip and it slipped inside her
vagina sinking deep and passing the second knuckle.  Suckling a
girl's breast and fingering her tight pussy was bringing me
close to my own orgasm.  Carly's vagina was pulsating as the
flow of her pussy juice puddled in the palm of my hand.  My
finger now moved effortlessly in and out of the tight passage
and I wondered how Carly could even feel me slipping along her
narrow canal, so I let my index finger join the first and two of
my fingers now penetrated Carly's little vagina as she softly
whimpered.

I had been playing with Carly for nearly an hour when I resigned
myself to the fact that I would just have to leave things this
way until tomorrow night when we would be alone together and
there would be no need for self restraint.  I slipped my fingers
from her vagina, eliciting a whispered "nooo" from Carly.  As I
pulled my hand out of her wet panties I noticed my fingers
glistening with Carly's pussy juice in the red glow of the alarm
clock light.  I inhaled the feminine fragrance deeply just
before slipping my fingers into my mouth and savoring the flavor
of another girls's vagina for the first time.  There wasn't the
potent flavor that I had been expecting, just a tangy taste that
seemed somehow sweeter as I contemplated the reality of the
source.  I then rubbed the saliva from my hand over Carly's
breasts and gave her nipple a playful pinch before pulling her
pajama top down.  I cuddled against her as I settled in to go to
sleep.

When morning came I felt some sense of guilt, wondering if I had
gone too far the night before.  What if some of the other girls
knew what I had done?  Or what if Carly, in the light of day,
was ashamed and even wanted to leave with the others?  Out of
embarrassment I said very little to Carly or any of the other
girls.  Then Carly approached me, looking as awkward as I felt.
Standing very close to me, she leaned in and whispered, "could I
borrow a dry pair of panties?"  A sense of relief came over me
and I reached into my dresser and picked out a not-so-random
selection of a white satin and lace bikini panty.  As Carly
retreated into to bathroom, I was filled with anticipation of
what tonight would bring.  As noon rolled around the other girls
began gathering up sleeping bags and clothes.  Time seemed to go
by so slow from that point on and I wondered how I would survive
the rest of the day.

After dinner we played a few games on the playstation before
plopping down on the couch for a movie.  Carly suggested "What A
Girl Wants".  "Great movie", I replied, meanwhile thinking to
myself that it has nothing to do what this girl wants.  I pulled
a blanket over us on the couch as the movie began, and turning
a bit to my left, leaned my shoulder against Carly's.  A few
scenes into the movie I brought my right hand to her waist and
cuddled her in an embrace as we watched.  It wasn't long before
the warmth between my legs was prompting me to move my hand over
her flat tummy.  I rubbed her softly, testing the waters, so to
speak.  Carly continued to peer at the TV so I felt secure in
moving my hand up a bit until I could just begin to feel the
under slopes of her breasts though her cotton top.  Wanting to
make my intentions plainly known to Carly, I moved my hand up
and now softly rubbed the upper slopes of her clothed breasts.
It had only been a few strokes and I purposely avoided her most
sensitive spots, but I could clearly see her nipples beginning
to poke through her white cotton top.  The coarse and lifeless
texture of the cotton fabric felt so unnatural to me that I
instinctively moved my hand down and back up under Carly's top
so that I could feel the smoothness and warmth of her bare skin.
Reaching up a bit farther, I again enjoyed the thrill of having
her naked breast fill my hand.

We were only a half hour into the movie and though the thought
of feeling Carly up for another hour excited me, the unquenched
embers of the previous night began to flare up and consume me
like a fire.  I feigned being tired and suggested we get ready
for bed for the night.  She agreed and I walked over to the TV
and DVD player and turned them off.  I walked back towards Carly
and extended my hands to hers.  She reached for me and I took
her hands in mine as my eyes pleaded with her.  In silence, her
face conveyed acceptance back.  No words needed to be spoken as
we allowed nature to guide us.

I knelt before her as she sat on the couch.  I paused briefly,
our eyes never breaking contact.  Then I slowly pushed up the
hem of her shirt as she looked down for the first time, seemly
embarrassed in the exposing light of the room.  There was an
urgency in my actions unlike the slow build-up of last night.
Picking up where we had left off the night before I leaned to
her and drew her left nipple into my mouth and began to suckle
from her as my hands supported my weight by leaning on her
thighs.  Carly's legs parted as I continued to mouth her breasts
for nearly twenty minutes.  Soon after, she lowered herself and
shifted her body so that she was prone on the couch.  I climbed
up with her, still suckling her so that I now lay positioned
between her legs with most of my weight pressing against her
crotch.

I became more aggressive in our foreplay, now using my teeth to
scrape across her hard nipples, causing her to wince audibly.
Without the danger of seven other girls within hearing range,
Carly and I were both freer to release little moans of pleasure
as our arousal grew.  Carly was now gyrating her hips up against
me, and soon began to buck with some force.  The pace of her
rhythm increased and her gyrations became more insistent - even
desperate.  I knew she needed the release she had been denied
the night before - the release she had been waiting nearly a day
for.  All hindrances were now gone and the situation seemed so
much weightier as all pretenses vanished.  It was time to move
from innocence and playfulness to urgency and intimacy.

I bit her engorged nipples teasingly before plating several
kisses on each areola.  Then I kissed between her breasts, down
her belly until I reached her panties.  I kissed her pussy
through the fabric of her panties, alternating between her left
and right outer labia, and then moving my kisses between the
little humps, I pressed my tongue into her slit, forcing her
panties up into her narrow gash.  This foreplay had gone on long
enough, and her panties were more of an obstruction than I could
tolerate.  With an animal lust I yanked the cotton crotch to the
side, revealing Carly's ultimate beauty and presenting the prize
I had longed for.  I will never forget that sight - the first
time I gazed on the incredible beauty of anther girl's pussy
close up.  It was so intricate, the folds so detailed.  The
longing desires I had harbored for years were about to be
answered as her vulva beckoned me.
 
Filled with passion and moved by the sanctity of this moment, I
brought my mouth down to her bare pussy, planting what was my
first kiss between the legs of another girl.  My lips burned and
tingled from that first contact.  It was such a beautiful first
kiss and I felt my eyes well up with tears at the thought that
this was really happening.  Strangely, it was very much like
kissing her lips - her labia, too, were soft and smooth and
glistened with moisture.  Although obviously a more passive
kiss, it still seemed as if her pussy was kissing me back, her
labia moving with my lips.

My mind raced as I enjoyed the treasure before me, my body
shivering at the thrill of going down on another girl's vagina.
I explored the entirety of her vulva, my senses reeling as I
kissed between her thighs and dragged my tongue across her outer
labia.  It felt so different from when I used my fingers.  Her
legs parted further, and the creases between her labia and inner
thighs opened and flattened into smooth curves of flesh.  I
spent some time licking her there, showing her that I desired
each and every inch of her before moving back over her outer
labia.  Her vulva was puffy now and stood noticeably up above
her pubic mound since her legs were splayed open.   I loved her
beautify pussy so much.  Dropping my tongue down to just above
her anus, I liked up her length, pressing my face against her so
that my nose slipped just between her inner folds.  I breathed a
deep breath, the scent of her fragrant pussy filled my nostrils
like holy incense.  I fell in love with the smell of her vagina.
I can only describe it as "feminine", if I can use that word to
describe a scent.

I licked her inner labia now, flicking the pliable flesh with my
tongue and pinching it softly between my lips.  My lips being so
much more sensitive to texture than my fingers, I noticed how
smooth her silky nether lips were.  Particularly as I licked in
between them a bit - the inner walls of her slit was as smooth
as glass, yet soft as velvet.  The feel of my tongue between her
inner labia caused Carly to shudder and  she moaned a long
"ohhhhhh".   I knew she wanted me inside of her, but I wanted to
savor every detail of her beauty.  After exploring the wet
length of her inner vulva, I forced my tongue deeper and her
labia opened up, welcoming me, even drawing me inside.

I pressed inward and drew my tongue up against the firm walls of
her cavern and tasted her sweet nectar directly from its source.
I think I enjoyed licking her just as much as she enjoyed being
licked.  Enflamed by the taste of her pussy, I moaned a long
"mmmmm" sound into her vagina.  The taste was even sweeter than
the night before.  Warmer too, as I drank enthusiastically from
her pink well.

Pointing my tongue, I opened my mouth wide and stabbed into
Carly as my tongue slid past the opening to her virgin temple
and entered her warm vagina.  Feasting on her delicious pussy
and lapping deeply, it occurred to me that this was more than
merely a physical act or mechanical masturbation between two
females, rather, this was so much more tender and intimate than
I could have imagined and it opened my eyes to what lovemaking
could be - and what it should be.  This was not at all one-
sided. It was such a beautiful experience as our bodies came
together as one.  We shared our hunger, our needs, our passion,
and our pleasure.  That two girls could come together in this
way and be so complete, never really seemed a possibility until
now.  My body felt as if it were a part of her and was for her
pleasure.  Similarly, my thirst and desire found satisfaction
and pleasure in her body.  Making love to this girl seemed the
most natural and fulfilling experience of my life.

Each time she would shudder or thrust her hips to meet my mouth,
a thrill would shoot through me.  Within a few more minutes that
thrill would reach a new level as she began to orgasm and the
overdue eruption flooded my tongue as it penetrated deep inside
her vagina.  My god, I had made her come!  _I_ made her come!  I
had given her this pleasure that was ripping through her body.
What a turn on that was for me.  I renewed my offensive and my
tongue assaulted her vagina with fervor.  Now it was I that was
being wound up like a spring, even while Carly was unwinding in
my mouth.  Images I had seen on the internet came to mind -
images of two women on their sides in a 69 position.  God how I
wished Carly's mouth were on my pussy at that moment - how I
wanted to share her orgasm with her.

When her orgasm finally subsided I licked her remaining cum that
flowed from her pulsating vagina, savoring each drop and
noticing they were thicker and more flavorful than earlier.  I
drank freely from her until her flow dwindled to a trickle and
finally ceased.  My thirst quenched and my stomach filled, I
began to kiss my way up her body, pausing to suckle her breasts,
before nibbling her neck and finally covering her mouth with
mine, kissing her deeply and allowing her to taste her own
pussy.  I had kissed a few girls before, but never like this -
never so intimately - never in the afterglow of an orgasm.  I'll
always remember that look on her face.

Carly's hips still gyrated from the aftershocks of her orgasm,
and her mound pressed against my own.  I liked this sensation as
our pussies rubbed each other, panty to panty.  I became even
more aroused (if that were possible) from the pressure of her
pussy bumping my clit.  It didn't take long for pleasure to turn
to discomfort as the friction of my panties started to burn.
Without breaking our kiss, I reached down and pushed my panties
down over my thighs, then pulled Carly's panties to the side
before bringing my pussy back down to Carly's.  It seemed such a
natural thing as my bare pussy pressed to her nakedness, vulva
to vulva like two mating puzzle pieces.  As I gyrated my hips,
my vulva slid along her labia, her remaining cum and my
increasing juices intermingled and lubricated our coupling.  The
pain of friction was replaced with a slippery pleasure.  Our
bodies began to move in synchronization as basic instincts
guided our movement.  My somewhat awkward and clumsy humping had
became fluid and purposeful now, occasionally separating from
Carly and then rejoining so that our pussies seemingly kissed
each other.  Such sweet kisses indeed, the slippery, wet sounds
adding to the excitement.

I rode Carly with enthusiasm becoming intoxicated by the
contact.  Suddenly, I felt my vulva slide between Carly's labia
and I could feel myself slip just inside her vagina.  I broke
our kiss and looked down at where our bodies were joined and was
overcome by the sight of our coupling and the reality of the act
that we were sharing.  It looked like we were fucking.  Though
the penetration was not very deep, this simple act of having her
vulva receive mine, even just slightly, provided a conduit for
the exchange of intense pleasure, but even more than that, it
formed a union between us.  I cannot imagine something more
intimate than what we were sharing together.

The sensation of her pussy rubbing on mine combined with the
emotional thunder I was experiencing and I exploded in the most
powerful orgasm of my fourteen years.  My pussy pulsated sending
little vibrations down my legs and spreading throughout my body.
As my orgasm built in intensity, so did our fucking, to the
point I had all my weight pressing down on Carly attempting to
ram my pussy as deep inside her vagina as I could.  I began to
cry out loud as my pleasure peaked and I gazed down at Carly's
pretty face and her sexy body lying beneath me.  What I thought
I could never have with another girl, we were sharing at that
very moment.  At the height of my orgasm, I knew there could be
no more pure or perfect sex between two human beings than this.
Though we were two girls, we were making love and it was the
most natural and pure act possible.  Tears of release rolled
down my cheeks as my vagina poured its honey into hers below.
In addition to unmatched pleasure, I also experienced a hope and
understanding of my future.  Things became clear to me.  All
those feelings and desires that I had had for other girls were
manifest this night as our bodies pressed together.  Though I
had not consciously known it before, my body had known all along
what another female could give to me - that her supple breasts
and succulent vagina could satisfy and fulfill me so completely.

I wanted to stay like this forever - skin against skin, pussy to
pussy.  My gyrations slowed to a gentle up and down motion,
helping to splay her labia open and causing the flow of my cum
to seep deep into her vagina.  There could be no greater
intimacy than this I thought, as her most special place was
filled with a part of my essence - my treasure that would remain
in her.  Eventually I rolled to the side, keeping our pussies
together in a moist embrace, my eyes opened to a new found peace
and contentment.  I replayed our lovemaking in my mind as I
drifted off to sleep in Carly's arms, feeling her warmth between
my legs.
 
-THE END-

by Ginny Walker, 2004
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