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Will She? (FF)
by anne018bi (anne018bi@aol.com)
 
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It had been too long and I was going crazy.  After playing around 
with Amy for a half a year, I had decided that I needed someone who 
wanted to love me, instead of someone who only thought that sex with 
me was fun.  Amy was good. She knew just how to tease, just how to 
touch, and just how to get me off.  Maybe Amy was too good.  The 
moment we were behind a closed door she would have her mouth on 
mine, a hand on my breast, and the other down my paints.  She would 
give me an orgasm before the kiss ended.  It was too bad that she 
couldn't give me some love with the sex.  That's why I dumped her, 
and that's why I'm out looking again.  The months of watching the 
girls had convinced me that I was the only lesbian in the whole damn 
school!  After months of looking for a new partner and making love to 
my hand, I had gotten desperate.    
 
     I took inventory of my straight girlfriends, hoping to discover 
if one of them might be ready to try something different with me.  They 
all typically cycled through their boyfriends, finding another one 
quickly after getting over the old one.  On the weekends, when they 
didn't have dates, we usually gathered together and talked about sex 
and guys.  They all thought that Amy's name was Andy, and that we were
madly in love.  We talked about how good our boys kissed.  We told 
about how well they fucked.  We agreed that we all loved sex.  Nobody 
knew that I didn't like guys.  They all felt sorry for me because I hadn't 
found someone after "Andy".  So I watched my girlfriends for some 
indication that one of them was ready to replace a lover.  I was ready 
to risk my friendship with all of them for the chance that I might be 
able to bring one of them to my kind of lovemaking.  I was that 
desperate.  
 
     When Judy learned that her boyfriend wanted to date other girls 
when he went away to college, she became quite upset.  She and Mark 
had been together for all of senior year, and she thought that they were 
going to get engaged before he left for school.  Now, that scenario had 
fallen apart.  
 
     "I'm really pissed at that asshole!"  Judy told us.  "I told him 
that I didn't want to see him anymore.  Maybe he'll miss me so much 
that he'll come crawling back, telling me that he doesn't want anyone 
else but me!"  She said and began to cry.  
 
     "You know that it might not work out that way, Judy."  Beth told 
her as she took her into her arms to comfort her.  Judy buried her face 
in Beth's shoulder and continued to sob.  "Why is it that boys don't 
understand what commitment is all about?"  She continued.  Judy, still 
in her embrace, picked her head up to respond to Beth's rhetorical 
question.  Their faces were inches apart.  When Beth realized that they 
were violating each other's space, she quickly released her showing a 
hint of embarrassment.    
 
      "Well, I don't know what else to do.  I'm not going to wait for 
him while he's chasing girls around his school!"  Judy said as she slowly 
paced around my living room.  "How do you get by without a man for so 
long, Anne?"   
 
     "I don't know."  I replied.  "I guess I just go from day to day and 
hope I get lucky eventually."  We've never talked to each other about 
masturbation.  That is how I've dealt with my needs, but I didn't want 
to tell her something like that.  At least not in front of the other girls.  
 
     "Well, I don't know how you do it."  Judy continued.  "I don't look 
forward to being along this summer.  I'll get too fucking horny without 
somebody!" That was when I knew who was going to be my target.  Judy 
was vulnerable, and she was already worried about what to do about her
unused sex drive.    

2.	 
 
     It was the very next weekend when I convinced Judy to spend the 
night at my house.  The other girls were going to be busy with their 
guys, and I convinced her that we should keep ourselves entertained.  
My mom and dad would be home, but my room was in the attic.  It was 
out of the way and totally private.  My plan was simple.  We were going 
to talk openly and truthfully about sex.  I was going to make the topic 
hot and steamy.  We were going to get so hot that we only had each other 
to turn to.    
 
     Judy arrived after lunch, and we immediately went up to my room 
and sat down on the floor.  She pulled a few magazines off a shelf and 
started flipping through them.  Johnny Mathis was singing about missing 
his girl, and Judy let out a few sighs.  The music was setting the mood 
for us quite nicely.    
 
     "Gee, Anne!  It's kind of hot up here, isn't it?"  She said as the 
song finished.  
 
     "Yeah, sorry.  Attics do that.  I kind of like it sometimes."  I 
replied.  I had kept my room closed up, and it was very warm up there.  
"Why don't we put on our pajamas?  We're not going anywhere."  Judy 
was wearing jeans and must have been very warm and uncomfortable.  
 
     "I didn't bring any.  I was going to sleep in my shirt and panties."  
She answered.  "I sleep in the nude at home."  
 
     "Well, I'm going to put on a night shirt."  I said as I stood up 
and walked over to my dresser.  Johnny Mathis started singing "Chances 
Are".  I pulled out my XXXlarge UCLA tee shirt and threw it on the 
floor where I had been sitting in front of Judy.  "You don't mind if I 
get comfortable, do you?"  
 
     "No, go right ahead, Anne."  She sighed.  The music was keeping 
her in a lonesome kind of mood.  I unsnapped my cut-offs as I walked 
to where I had thrown my tee shirt.  When I got there, I peeled off my 
pants along with my panties and tossed them on the bed.  When I finished 
pulling my shirt over my head, I glanced down at her in time to notice 
that she had been examining my body.  When she saw that I had looked 
down, she moved her gaze toward the stereo.  I felt a stirring begin 
in my loins when I realized that she was looking at me.  
 
     "They are getting there, aren't they?"  I ask, grabbing both of 
my breasts.  
 
     "Huh?  Oh...ya, I guess."  She replied, looking back up at me.  I 
placed my hands under my breasts and bounced them a few times.  A small 
smile rose on Judy's face. I felt my nipples tighten.  
 
     "I wish I had someone to appreciate them."  I continued.  "This 
being without a main squeeze really sucks!"  I took my nipples between
my fingers and rolled them around.  She acted a little surprised at my 
unexpected behavior, but she didn't stop watching as I fondled my boobs.  
 
     "Anne!"  My mother shouted from the foot of the stairs.    
 
     "What!?"  I shouted back as I threw on my night shirt and poked 
my head out of my door.  
 
     "We just got tickets to today's Bulls playoff game!"  She continued 
when she saw me.   
 
     "We're going to be out late.  Are you two going to be OK?"  
 
     "Sure, mom.  Have fun and don't worry about us!"  I replied.  This 
was great.  We were going to have the whole place to ourselves!  That 
was one problem I didn't have to worry about.  I closed the door and 
looked into the mirror at myself.  My erect nipples stuck out through 
the material.  The bottom of the large shirt stopped about half way 
between my knees and crotch.  I looked and felt very sexy.  I was 
hopping that Judy thought so too!  I stuck my chest out and began 
pinching my nipples again.  I wanted her to  notice that I was making 
myself horny.  "I haven't had sex for four months!"  I said into the 
mirror.  "How long has it been for you, Judy?"  
 
     "Just a few weeks."  She replied.  "Four months, huh?  How can 
you stand it?"    
 
     "Don't know."  I said as I closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, and 
rotated my palms into my breasts.  "Sometime like this, but it's not 
the same."  I felt that my pussy was getting wet.  
 
     "Yeah! Not!"  She answered as she stood up.  Her face looked a 
little reddish.  I didn't know if it was from the hot attic or if I was 
making her blush.  We heard the screen door slam as my parents left.  
 
     "Are you sure you don't want one of these?"  I ask, pulling another 
over size tee shirt out of my dresser.  "You're looking really warm 
there, girl!"  
 
     "Ah, well..."  She started.  Her gaze want back to my sexy attire.  
I stuck my chest out again, and gave her a sexy pose.  
 
     "Doesn't this look comfortable?"  I pulled the bottom of the shirt 
out like it was a dress, and spun around modeling it.  
 
     "Shit, why not!"  She conceded.  I threw the shirt on the bed and 
she began to get undressed.    
 
     "Lose the bra too, Judy!"  I said as she started to put the tee 
shirt over her head.  She stopped with her arms half in the shirt over 
her head.  Looking down at her bra she considered the idea.  Slowly, she 
turned her back to me and dropped her bra on the bed.  With her back 
to me, I took the opportunity to test the wetness of my pussy.  It's lips 
were swelling, the clit was sensitive, and the inside of the slit was 
quite wet.  When my finger had broken the seal of my pussy, the aroma 
of my sex surrounded me.  It was unmistakable.  
 
     "There, that's better!"  She said as she piled her clothes out of 
the way, and pulled her hair long away from her sweaty face and neck.  
She then walked up next to me and looked in the mirror with me.  
 
     "Look!  We're twins!"  I said, looking at the both of us in the 
mirror. "Except my shirt is U.C.L.A. and yours is U. of I."  The 
Johnny Mathus CD began to play the introduction to "I look at you", 
and I again place my hands on my shirt over my breasts.  Looking at 
Judy's reflection, I saw that her hands had also moved up on her shirt, 
and she was squeezing her breasts too. Our eyes locked as Johnny 
Mathus began to sing:  
 
               I look at you, and I say to myself  
               What more could I want, if I had you  
               But I wouldn't dare to speak it out loud  
               I stand and I stare, my head in a cloud.   

               I look at you, and I say to heart  
               What chance would I have, why let the fire start  
               I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace   
               Yet when we're face to face,   
               I just look at you.  
 
     His singing stopped and the song went to chorus.  We both had 
stopped massaging our breasts, and our eyes remained locked.  The 
song had a strong effect on me, giving me butterflies in my stomach 
and a small tear in my eye.  The smell of sex hung in the air around 
us.  Judy was biting her lip, and Johnny Mathus picked up again with 
the end of the song:  
 
               I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace  
               Yet when we're face to face, I just look at you.  
 
     The song ended, and Judy let her hands drop to her sides.  "What's 
going on here, Anne?"  Her breaths were long and deep, and her face 
was even redder.  
 
     "I'm guessing that we are both lonely and we're getting horny."  
I finally replied.  The music had finished.  The room was very quiet, 
and my words hung in the air.  Judy wrapped her long thick hair in 
her arms and folded them on top of her head, which lifted the shirt 
above her crotch.  She was deep in thought, and I couldn't help but to 
stare at her exposed mound in the mirror.    
 
     "Well..."  Judy started, finally breaking the silence.  "what are 
we going to do about it?"  I looked back up to her face and saw that 
she had a wicked smile.  I couldn't think of anything to say because 
I didn't expect that she would make the first move.  She then turned 
away from the mirror and looked directly at me.  "Have you ever 
fantasized about trying it, Anne?"  
 
     "Trying it?  W...What?"  I stammered, trying to sound surprised at 
her question.  My heart was in my throat, beating rapidly with 
anticipation.  I turned away from her reflection and my eyes first 
landed on her breasts.  She still was holding her hair above her head 
which made her boobs stick out just inches from me.  I resisted 
reaching out for them.  
 
     "You know what I'm talking about."  She replied.  "You aren't 
going to be shy, are you?"   
 
     She slowly started to moved her face toward mine, her eyes looking 
down at my lips.  When she got close enough for me to feel her hot 
breath, I closed my eyes and waited for our first kiss.  I felt her nose 
slid in next to mine, and her lips softly landed on mine.  She let go of 
her hair, and it landed like a tent around our faces.  Her hands moved 
down my back and gently pulled our bodies together.  Her tongue pushed 
between my teeth and started to search around the insides of my mouth.  
It was very wet, much more than my tongue.  I reached around her and 
grabbed the cheeks of her butt.  Pulling tightly, I moved her leg against 
my wet pussy and I began to ride it.  Our tongues continued dancing.  
 
     "I want you, Judy."  I said when the kiss ended.    
 
     "Then take me!"  She whispered in my ear.  I pulled her shirt over 
her head and removed my own.  "Come, sweet little hot Anne!"  She said 
as she laid on the bed with her arms reaching out for me.  As I sat on 
her legs, her hands caught my head and brought it back up to her face.  
She moved my mouth to her lips for another kiss.  Then she very slowly 
lowered me to her neck and then down to her chest.  I was licking and 
kissing as I went.  I just let her move my mouth to where she wanted it.
When she moved me over her nipple, she only left me close enough to 
flick it with my tongue.  Then she moved it to the other nipple for the 
same thing.  When her nipple was wet enough, I blew on it and watched as 
it tighten up. Judy released her grip on me, and I started to slowly kiss 
my way down her chest and onto her belly.  I planted French kisses 
everywhere and occasionally nipped very lightly with my teeth.  After 
what seemed like several minutes, I reached her belly button.  I blew 
lightly and licked it deeply with the tip of my tongue.  Judy began to
squirm and groan.  Slowly kissing my way down toward her pelvic area 
with big wet French kisses, I finally reached the top of her triangle.  
I carefully took one hair between my teeth and pulled it gently but 
firmly.  I repeated the process again and again, slowly working my way
down toward her wet pussy and throbbing clit.     
 
     "Open up, Judy."  I asked as I settled in between her legs.  "It's 
time!"  Judy lifted her legs and grabbed her knees, giving herself 
totally to me.    
 
     "Oh! Anne! Please hurry!"  She begged.  I lightly licked the inside 
of her left leg, from her knee to her pussy.  Just as I reached the edge 
of her moist folds, I licked very lightly along its side.  "Oh!"  She 
grunted with a deep tone, and pulled back on her legs tightly.  I 
returned my mouth to her left knee and again began slowly moving up 
her wet thigh with wet big French kisses.  Again, as I reached the edge 
of her pussy, I licked lightly along the side right next to her swollen 
lips.  Finally, my tongue moved right onto her slit.  Slowly licking 
upward, it stopped on the folds of skin that hid her clitoris.  Slipping 
my tongue inside, I got my first taste of her sex.  It was sweet and very 
hot.  When I located her clit, I moved the flaps of skin aside with my 
lips and sucked it in between my teeth.  Judy quickly grabbed my head 
and started to cum.  Her legs clamped onto my head, and she began to 
rock back and forth.  Her orgasms came in waves, one after another.  
When they finally slowed down, she relaxed her grip, and I sat up on 
the bed.  
 
     "We're going to have so much fun now, Judy."  I said as I slipped a 
finger deep into her pussy.  "We aren't going to be lonely ever again!"  
I slowly started sliding my finger in and out of her wet fuck canal.  
She closed her eyes, smiled, and let her next orgasm begin.  "We aren't 
going to be lonely ever again."  
 
  
  
  
  
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