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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
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information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Thirteen



Karen (Part 2)

by Kylie X


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Story Codes: F/F, Lesbian, Romance, Interracial

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    I found myself spending more time with Karen than I did with my
other, older friends, although I hardly neglected anyone. It was just
the way the world works, people grow and change and we meet other
people and it's normal. I was at the point in my life where Karen was
precisely the sort of friend I needed and I think she found that in me
as well.

    It was important for us that we had someone to share our secrets
with, because neither of us was out of the closet, even in the
illusionary shelter of the university. Her being a lesbian was perhaps
a little more evident than my predilection for white men, but we both
seemed altogether obvious to each other now. I could see how she
dressed and talked, how many of her mannerisms had a certain maleness
to them. There was nothing specific or obvious I could point to, but
it seemed noticeable to me.

    Likewise Karen was aware of the little things I did differently
around a handsome white man, although I protested her observations
constantly. She insisted that I behaved differently though, that my
body language changed or my speech, for example, how I talked less
'black' if a white guy was nearby. I didn't want to believe her, but
it was probably true, much the way Karen changed around a woman she
was attracted to.

    I knew she was still attracted to me, of course, and that was
something always in the back of my mind. I tried very hard not to act
differently around her, but sometimes it was hard. I was rather more
self-conscious about changing clothes in front of Karen, for one
thing, and I'd spend more time worrying over my appearance if we were
going to hang out. I didn't want to look like I was dressing up for
her, you know? I'd always dressed nice and I liked it. I like being
attractive and even sexy to a modest degree, but I was so worried that
she'd take my appearance as a suggestion, that I found myself dressing
down more often than up and Karen had noticed.

    Thank goodness that hadn't lasted long before I came to my senses.
I had a gay friend now, so what? She wasn't stalking me. She wasn't a
sex fiend or anything like that. Karen was my friend and she liked me,
and our friendship was more important to her than whatever sexual
desires she might have had. I knew all that without her having to tell
me and I chided myself for being so stupid. I had to trust her. Karen
was my friend and you can't be friends without trust, and the closer
you are, the more trust you need, right?

    So there it was.

    Such things are typical of me, by the way. Being confused, being
somewhat naīve and dumb about certain things until they become so
obvious that I have no choice but to understand. I could put on a good
act, especially with men who are easily awed by a pretty face and
beautiful body. I could put on a good show of being confident and
smart and very secure in myself. Rodney was all too aware of it, I'll
tell you that much. Black men in particular held no great mystery for
me and I'll admit I treated them rather poorly as a whole. Not mean
though, not badly, just...poorly. White men were on the receiving end of
my charm and graceful countenance and yeah, sometimes I did act silly
around a handsome white man who showed an interest in me.

    So perhaps all of that explains as much as anything else how and
why I ended up with Karen touring Hennepin Avenue shortly after our
dinner on a Thursday night.

    "You're really going to get pierced?" I asked her for probably the
tenth time.

    "Yeah." Karen smiled patiently. "What do you think we're doing
here?"

    It wasn't exactly the seedy part of town, but it was what passed
for a red light district in Minneapolis these days. Once, a long time
before I'd ever gotten there, it had been really bad. All porn
theaters, arcades, and prostitutes. Now it was cleaned up a lot, but
there were still the odd adult bookstores, some reasonably high class
strip clubs, and the upscale tattoo parlors. There were still
prostitutes as well and I looked at a couple white women dressed sexy-
nice as they strutted their stuff. I guess cleaned up just meant more
expensive and I wondered how much a working girl charged for an hour
of her time.

    I had the slight fear that someone might mistake me for a whore
actually, because I wasn't dressed all that much differently. I wore a
black miniskirt and two inch black leather pumps. A white tube top
showing off my 34C tits and my little inny belly button, but at least
I had a decent silk jacket on over that. Still, I felt distinctly
uncomfortable being eyed by men as we passed them. I'd always been
looked at and I even enjoyed it usually, but this time I imagined that
they were looking at me and calculating how much I might be worth. I
didn't care for it a whole lot, although later I would probably find
it kind of funny. My brain is like that.

    "Here we go...this one," Karen said pulling open the door of a
certain Celestial Bodyworks and I had it in mind to ask Karen what
made this tattoo parlor different from the four or five others we'd
passed without a glance.

    "Hey, look what the cat dragged in!" a woman said as soon as she
saw Karen and I had my answer.

    "Hey Celeste," Karen smiled at the woman, who was older, in her
forties maybe and rather masculine I thought. She wore a men's white
muscle-T and faded jeans, but it could have been all the tattoos as
well.

    She was a white woman, with long brown hair pulled back in a loose
ponytail and Celeste wasn't pretty exactly, but handsome is a good
word, I suppose because she did have the sort of presence you'd expect
from a man, much more than from a woman. There was no bra under her t-
shirt and her grapefruit sized tits were pretty bouncy, but unlike me,
she didn't seem to care one way or the other. My tits were pretty
obvious too, as I took off my jacket, but that had been a deliberate
choice.

    There were a few people looking around, three guys and a couple, a
guy and his girlfriend, just browsing. I heard the buzz of a tattoo
gun being used from one of the little rooms towards the back, and I
guessed someone was getting a little artwork. The walls were covered
with photos and drawings and there were display cabinets with all
kinds of stuff in them, recognizable and otherwise. A lot of jewelry
for piercings I saw, as well as a couple shelves devoted to drug
paraphernalia, bongs and pipes, and cute little roach clips. I smiled
at that junk and had no desire to ever try any of that stuff. I'd
never even smoked a joint in high school.

    "Who's your friend?" Celeste asked, looking me up and down, but
politely. I only felt mostly naked beneath her hazel eyes.

    "Celeste, this is Kylie." Karen smiled at me and gave me an
apologetic lift of her eyebrows. "Kylie, Celeste. She's an old friend
of mine."

    "Welcome to my parlor, Kylie," Celeste laughed at her little joke.
"Don't listen to Karen. She's too young to have any old friends."

    "It's nice to meet you," I smiled back and nodded and looked
around. "I've never been in a tattoo parlor before."

    "Ohhh...A virgin!" Celeste clapped her hands happily and some of the
other customers looked at us.

    "Be nice," Karen giggled.

    "I'm always nice," Celeste pursed her lips at Karen. "So how's
school? Staying out of trouble? Ah..." She smiled at me. "Silly
question, I can see you're doing just fine these days."

    "Celeste..." Karen rolled her eyes and looked at me. "She's got a
one track mind."

    "What?" Celeste grinned. "It's nice to see you out and about
finally."

    "Yeah, right," Karen sighed. "I'm not out and we're not about,
okay?"

    "Oh..." Celeste nodded and her eyes widened slightly as she looked
at me again, but differently this time. "I'm sorry Kylie, I thought..."
She cleared her throat. "Now that I feel like a total ass, I'll just
go see if anyone else needs to be embarrassed."

    "It's okay," I gave her a smile and a shrug as Celeste left us to
check with the people browsing her shop. I could hear her asking the
couple if they needed any help with anything, and Karen apologized,
even though she didn't have to.

    "Sorry. Celeste knows all about me," Karen shrugged. "So she
figured we're together."

    "Yeah, that's alright," I smiled. "It didn't bother me."

    "Yeah, but still..." My friend was a little embarrassed by it and
she shouldn't have been.

    Karen was getting the hood of her clit pierced, placing the ring
so that the ball closure fell against her clitoris. It was a little
strange, I admit, shopping for jewelry that my friend was going to
wear on her vagina and I'd never been into piercings much anyway. I'd
gotten my ears done when I was twelve and that had been enough for me.
Tattoos interested me though and I spent some time looking at the
walls and through some photo albums while Karen looked through
snapshots of vaginal piercings. I teased her about looking at dirty
pictures and Karen just stuck her tongue out at me.

    "You should try something, Kylie," Karen said a few minutes later.
"Live it up a little."

    "Live it up?" I laughed. "Like what?"

    "I don't know." She looked at my breasts, at my protruding nipples
which were plain through the top I was wearing. That shop was warm and
Karen and I had both taken off our jackets.

    "Hmmm?" I followed her gaze and then gasped with a giggle. "No
way!"

    "Yeah, God! Get your nipples pierced, that would be awesome!"
Karen told me. "You could get like big rings too, not the little ones,
your boobs are great."

    "Uh, yeah...I mean no..." I cleared my throat and I was totally self-
conscious then, being looked at and admired so openly by the girl.
"I'm not gonna do that."

    "Well, just a thought," Karen shrugged and I think she realized
that we'd hit a little speed bump and needed to slow down.

    "So? Have you guys been looking around? See anything you like?"
Celeste asked, walked around the counter to stand on the other side
and look at us.

    "What if I got my clit pierced?" Karen asked. "But only if it'll
really pop, you know?"

    "You want to pop your clit?" Celeste smiled. "That can hurt."

    "Yeah," Karen shrugged. "I'm pretty tough though, you know that."

    "Uh-huh, well, tough is one thing, popping your clit hard twenty-
four seven is a different animal altogether," Celeste observed. "Go
with the prepuce, it'll be cute, something to play with. I put it
through so the ball bangs your clit all day..."

    "A door knocker? Everybody's got one of those," Karen shook her
head. "I wanna be a little edgy, you know?"

    "Edgy?" Celeste laughed and looked at me. "Look! My little girl is
growing up."

    "Awww..." Karen pushed her glasses up her nose.

    "You have a nice big clit, but that's still a lot of nerves in a
little space; lots of room for mistakes there," Celeste warned Karen.

    "Yeah," Karen giggled and looked at me. "I do have sort of a long
clit, you know?"

    "Uhhhh...No, I don't know," I laughed, wondering why she'd think I
knew that.

    "Oh. Well, it is," Karen grinned. "It's like this long, but not
that thick or anything." She was holding up a pinky and pinching it
between the two knuckles.

    "Don't change the subject," Celeste shook her head. "You don't
want your clit pierced. It takes too long to heal and it'll close up
quick if you take it out."

    "Why do people get them then?" I wondered.

    "Cause they want to be edgy," Celeste laughed and Karen frowned.
"It's just a myth, like one of those bullshit secrets to happy sex."

    "There's a secret that isn't bullshit?" I giggled just because I
hardly ever swear.

    "Oh yeah!" Celeste gave me a grin. "You have to do it with someone
you love. That's the secret."

    "Heh!" I smiled at that.

    "All right, mom. Fine," Karen mocked a pout. "I'll get my hood
pierced if it's gonna be a big deal."

    "Good, come on. Let's find you a chair and get those panties off,"
Celeste said to Karen. "You know, you should get a tattoo, Kylie."

    "Me?" I laughed as we followed the woman towards a small room with
what looked like a stripped down dentist's chair in it.

    "Yeah, you've got great skin for it," Celeste nodded. "Black girls
look good with tattoos, with good tattoos, I mean."

    I smiled at that.

    "You don't mean like tribal tattoos, do you?" Karen asked,
wrinkling her nose a little. "I don't think that would look good on
her."

    "No, nothing like that, just something small and cute, you know..."
Celeste closed the door behind us, "...something personal."

    I thought about it while Karen undressed, removing her shoes and
then her pants. I wouldn't mind a tattoo, really. I wouldn't want a
big one, or more than one, but it would be fun. I'd seen girls with
cute ones, like little roses or butterflies or whatever, and I'd
admired them. I had no idea what I'd want though, but it would have to
be something I hadn't seen before.

    "I don't know what I'd get," I said. "It would end up being
something silly probably."

    "Kylie thinks she's a blonde trapped in a black girl's body,"
Karen laughed and so did Celeste and I did too, but...

    "Yeah," I grinned. "That's me right there, God! I am blonde!"

    "Kylie!" Karen stuck her tongue at me and she was sitting on the
chair in just her plain blue panties. "Don't have an epiphany."

    "I need a tattoo that tells the world I'm blonde," I was being
goofy, I knew, but it was fun.

    "Hmmm..." Celeste nodded, rolling a stool over. "...Give me some time
with that one. Alright, this is my favorite part..." she took hold of
Karen's panties, pulling them down slowly, "...playing with fresh
pussy."

    I gasped hearing that and I couldn't help but turn even darker
than I already was, thankfully Celeste wasn't paying me much
attention. She was busy smiling at Karen's pussy as it was slowly
revealed to our eyes.

    "Don't be shy, Kylie," Karen grinned at me. "Now you can see what
I was talking about."

    I could see a lot more than that!

    Karen was sitting back with her pale thighs spread wide and I'd
seen her naked before, briefly as she changed clothes once in awhile,
but I'd never checked her out or anything. Now I could see her pussy
was covered with fine blonde hair, so light it was almost transparent,
and beneath it I could see her slit, small ruddy lips, not thick like
mine, but thin and tucked tightly together. There was a knot of pink
flesh at the top and beneath that was where the girl's clit was
hiding.

    "Hmmm...come on, baby...don't be shy..." Celeste was talking softly,
almost cooing as she rubbed Karen's clitoris lightly with her thumb.
"I know you're in there..."

    "She's shy in front of Kylie," Karen giggled and I looked away
quickly, feeling totally embarrassed, but not enough to leave the room
apparently.

    "Sleeping Beauty..." Celeste chuckled softly. "Let's try a kiss."

    I couldn't help but stare as Celeste went down on Karen, I mean
just that quick and easy, like they were alone in a bedroom and I felt
my body burning, inside and out. This woman was licking Karen's pussy,
making soft wet noises that were unmistakable. I'd never seen lesbian
sex in my life, not even on a video or whatever and here it was right
in front of me, but I wasn't moving. I just stared like I was rooted
to that spot.

    "Yeahhhh..." Karen nodded, breathing out slowly with a low hissing
sound. "Lick me...Uhmmm that's nice..."

    Celeste went down on my friend for several long minutes before I
realized Karen was watching me. She had her hands on Celeste's head,
guiding the woman's mouth, but Karen's eyes were fixed on mine and I
blinked at her for a second, before looking back down to see Celeste's
lips pursed around what must have been Karen's hard little clit. She
pulled her mouth away finally and I stared at the girl's clitoris. It
was long, maybe an inch or more, I thought, but I had no real idea. It
was bigger than mine, I knew that much. Karen's clit looked like a
tiny cock, seriously, with dull pointed tip and the taut flesh pink
and thicker near the base where it emerged from the folds of skin
around it.

    "See?" Karen smiled at me, flushed and licking her lips. "I told
you I was hung!"

    "Like a horse, Karen," Celeste glanced over her shoulder at me and
rolled her eyes.

    "I guess so," I swallowed hard, blinking at the wetness staining
the woman's mouth and I really wanted to sit down just then.

    I felt turned on, yeah, but I didn't know why. I just felt it,
like I was horny suddenly, and I had no desire to do anything with
Karen or Celeste. I wasn't turning gay just because I'd seen one woman
go down on another for a couple minutes. I just felt that warmth, that
sweet churning in my tummy, like when I saw something that made me go
hmmm... Sometimes whatever I was looking at had nothing to do with sex.
It might be a smell or a sound, or sometimes a fabric or a texture
under my fingers. It was confusing, a little, and nice too, but all I
could do was try and ignore it.

    "Let's see, if we want that little ball touching you...here..."
Celeste said softly and Karen jerked with a sharp gasp as the woman
pinched her clit. "You're tough, huh?"

    "I'm okay," Karen breathed and then smiled. "You just surprised
me."

    "Once you're pierced you can't fool around with it for a couple
weeks. It's a quick healer, but you have to let it happen completely,"
Celeste was saying.

    "Okay, yeah," Karen shrugged.

    "No jerking off either," Celeste said. "I mean it. No touchy
wouchy."

    "For two weeks?" Karen rolled her eyes.

    "Maybe less, ten days...so if you need one last cum for the road..."
Celeste was playing with Karen's clit and I licked my lips as I
watched her thumb stroking the girl gently.

    "Yeah..." Karen giggled a little breathlessly and I noticed a little
moisture around her labia now. "Just a small one would be...yeah."

    "I should, um..." I coughed softly and jerked my hand toward the
door. "...I should wait for you guys outside, huh?"

    "You don't have to," Karen said softly, the invitation to share
was unmistakable and her blue eyes were looking into mine. "I don't
mind and Celeste is a showoff anyway."

    "No, I'm not," the older woman laughed lightly, pushing a finger
inside Karen's pussy, twisting it and doing God only knows what else
to bring Karen's butt off the chair momentarily.

    "Yeah, I know, but..." I just nodded and decided I'd better leave,
opening the door quietly and slipping out.

    I really didn't need to watch a friend of mine having sex, lesbian
sex or any other kind. I didn't have a big voyeur streak in me and I
drew a deep breath as I walked back into the shop, feeling a little
lost right then. Celeste's employee, or partner for all I knew, was
out there now. She was a tall redheaded woman, older like Celeste and
covered with bright tattoos. She smiled at me and went back to
flipping through a thick photo album with a couple guys, helping them
find what they were looking for.

    Having nothing better to do I just walked around, ignoring the
looks from the other customers, but there were only three of them
anyway. It was getting kind of late. I checked out the tattoos on the
walls and some of the albums, laughing at some of the stuff I saw,
marveling at others. I wasn't sure what I was looking for though, I
mean all the tattoos I saw, somebody else already had, right? I wanted
something unique and cute and...me.

    Then I saw a photo of some bald guy, it was just the back of his
big round white head, and just at the bottom of his cranium he had the
Intel logo, you know, the scrawled oval with the words 'Intel Inside'
written in it. I wondered how much he made off the advertising. There
were other pictures of other guys, all on a weird techno theme, I
guess. Some guys had the Windows logo; some had designs like
electrical circuits, or bar codes. It was all strange and funny, but I
kept looking at the Intel Inside guy and then I knew what I wanted.

    "Excuse me." I got the redheaded woman's attention. "Have you ever
seen a tattoo like this, except it says 'Blonde Inside' instead of
Intel?"

    "Blonde Inside?" She smiled. "No, never saw one of those, except
on the internet maybe."

    "How much would that cost?" I asked her.

    "Hmmm...How big?" she asked and when I didn't answer right away,
"Where would you want it?"

    "Uhhh...Where's a good place?" I asked, laughing at myself.

    "Hmmm...turn around..." she said. "You could get it right here..."

    She touched my shoulder, to the right of my neck and down where
the muscle is. I turned my head, but it was hard to see exactly what
she meant.

    "That's if you want to show it off a little," the woman said.
"It's easy to dress over too, if you want to hide it."

    "Yeah," I nodded.

    "If you want to keep it personal, well, then it gets a little
trickier," she smiled at me. "You could get it on the inside of a
thigh, or in front, just below your panty line. If it's real small,
you can get it on your breast."

    "Get it on my butt?" I laughed.

    "You could," she was laughing too. "I've seen weirder."

    "No, I'd like to show it off," I decided. "I mean when I want to."

    "Well, back of the shoulder is a good spot then," she nodded. "Or
down on your tummy? Just on the side maybe or on your hip?"

    "No, I like the back, that's pretty cool," I thought out loud.
"So, kinda big, but not huge, right?"

    "Yeah, just like this..." She reached for a wax pencil and stepped
close behind me and I smiled as I felt her drawing on my skin.

    A minute later I was looking over my shoulder into a mirror and I
could see the design roughly drawn on my back.

    "Okay, yeah. That's nice," I bit my bottom lip, wondering if I was
serious and then deciding I was. "Let's do that one."

    "Great!" the woman smiled at me. "Blonde Inside."

    "Yeah," I giggled. "That's me."



To be continued...

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