{ASS} Dawson's Freak, 2/5 PRED-TV WB

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Pacey Witter needed to do something. All he could think of
was his beloved Andie, the girl he had trusted and loved with all his
heart, fucking some screwball asshole she'd met in the nuthouse. Why
had she even told him she'd cheated on him? Why didn't she just lie
to him? Then they could have gone just like before, and Pacey never
would have been faced with the insurmountable task of having to
forgive her betrayal.
Pacey had been lied to abandoned his whole life. He'd learned
to survive on his own and develop the savvy to stay detached in
emotional situations. His best friend Dawson called him a free
spirit, a modern-day Huck Finn. Pacey liked that analogy, and
consciously tried to live up to it. He hadn't let a silly thing like
morals stand in the way of fucking his English teacher last year.
He'd even told Andie about that encounter, almost relishing his
errant, misspent, bad-boy days.
It had all seemed so innocent, then, and he'd worn his past on
his sleeve for Andie, thinking it somehow gave him the upper hand in
their relationship. He was the wild one who was going to show her how
to live free and easy and let the chips fall where they may. He was
the strong one, she was the weak one. He would hold her tenderly and
easily, but she would cling to him for dear life. But somewhere along
the way that had all changed.
Pacey vaguely recalled a folktale he'd once read as a child.
It was about a wolf who was so fierce he could break any trap designed
to hold him. Eventually, elves or something like that tricked the
wolf by designing a trap that appeared to be nothing more than thin
silk strands. The wolf let them bind him up as a joke. It was only
then that he discovered he'd been tricked and couldn't get free.
Andie was like that trap, all silky and flimsy-looking, and
Pacey had wandered into her snare laughing. He wasn't laughing
anymore, though. The girl had bound his heart so tight he felt he
couldn't breathe. He was like the wolf in the folktale, and it
bothered him he couldn't remember more of the story, like the wolf's
name or whether or not he ever escaped. Maybe Dawson knew the answer
to those questions. Pacey made a mental note to ask his best friend
when he saw Dawson next. Right now, though, he needed to do something
to exorcise the image of Andie's face from his soul.
Pacey Witter looked in the men's room mirror and splashed more
cold water on his face. He looked at the restroom pass his biology
teacher had given him, and smiled. He wadded it up and tossed it in
the trash. Seconds later, he was walking out the lavatory, down the
hall, and out the school doors. When Pacey had a problem, he dealt
with immediately and head-on. He played chicken with his destiny,
daring bad fortune to swerve away at the last moment and leave him
victorious and unscathed once again.
Once outside, he just started strolling, past the perimeter,
off the school grounds, and into the free and easy world that existed
while the rest of the world was trapped in school. The walk into town
was only about half an hour, and today Pacey didn't mind. He sucked
in the fresh air and thought about what he could do to get himself
free of Andie's silken snare.
* Ladies, * he thought to himself. * Naked ladies .. the
strip club .. no, something more .. something that pleases, not just
teases .. something dangerous .. something totally Pacey .. * His
mind drifted over the possibilities, each idea whirring past him like
the cars that sped by on the road. * I need to 'get some,' but where
.. who .. how .. *
Images flashed in his mind. There was something he'd filed
back there for future reference. A business card .. tacked to a phone
booth .. by the dock. He'd seen it there for two months, and he'd
seen others like it off and on since he'd been a kid. The ladies
called themselves escorts. Everyone knew what they really were. Even
Capeside had room for the oldest profession.
Pacey turned from one road to another and then another until
he was ambling up the dock. He spotted the phone booth and prayed the
card was still there. It was, tacked right above the phone where it
had remained all those weeks. The cardstock was pink, and their was a
clipart drawing of a buxom, bikini-clad lady. Pacey read the black
print: SWEET TREATS, Escorts for the discriminating gentleman.
555-7435. He smiled and fished a quarter out of his pocket. He slid
the coin in the slot and waited for the dial tone. Seconds later, he
had punched in the number and found himself counting the rings. "One
.. two .. three .." CLICK!
"Hi, baby."
"Hi .." he started.
"Leave your name and number at the beep, and I'll call you
right back .." the voice droned on. It was an answering machine.
Pacey shrugged his shoulders and looked at the number on the payphone.
When the buzzer sounded, he recited his name and the payphone number,
then he hung up and waited.
He looked at his watch. 2:15. He'd give the lady 10 minutes,
then he'd start going along the dock to the other phone booths looking
for more cards. As he waited, he tried to remember the woman's voice
on the machine. Was that the escort, or someone else. She sounded
young. She had some kind of accent, too, like maybe she was black.
Yeah, she definitely sounded black. * Wow, I could be fucking a black
chick, * he mused to himself. There weren't many black people in
Capeside. Outside of the high school's new principal, Mr. Green,
Pacey didn't really know any black people, and he certainly didn't
know any black girls. He'd always wondered what it would feel like to
fuck a black chick. His thoughts turned to images of Lauryn Hill,
Jada Pinkett Smith, Brandy and Tyra Banks. *Now that would be very
cool, * he smiled to himself. * A gorgeous hunk of chocolate pie ..
mmmm .. *
RING!
The phone startled him from his reverie.
RING!!
His hands were trembling and his body shivering slightly as he
picked up the receiver. "Hello," he croaked.
"Hi, is .. ah .. Pacey there?" the voice asked. It was a
different voice than on the message, deeper, huskier, but it was
definitely black .. VERY black.
"H..hi," he stammered. "I saw your card here at this phone
booth, and I wanted to .. you know .. see about stopping by."
"You sound real young, baby," the black woman sounded amused.
"I'm 18," Pacey lied.
"Really?"
"Yes, ma'am," Pacey felt dumb as soon as he said ma'am.
"Are you in the military or something?" she asked.
"Ah .. yeah," Pacey decided to go with the flow. "I'm on
leave. I am 18," h repeated.
"I believe you," she laughed. "You aren't a cop, are you ..?"
"No way," Pacey shook his head.
"What are you interested in, baby?"
"That depends," he replied. "How much does it cost?"
"How much do you have?"
"A hundred?" Pacey offered.
'That won't get you much, baby. I ain't a streetwalker. I do
incall. $100 would get you half hour. I don't think you'd be very
satisfied."
"What do you look like?" he asked.
"I'm gorgeous, dark, honey brown, long hair, 5'6", 125 lbs.,
nice big 38 hips, skinny waist, 40C. I'm a knockout, baby, and real
low mileage. You sure you only want to spend half-an-hour?"
"What would $200 get me?"
"A full hour, baby, as much as you can take."
"What else do you offer?" Pacey didn't know where the words
were coming from. They were just spilling out while his fingers
nervously squeezed the erection in his jeans.
"What else do you want, baby?"
"Um .. what about two girls .. one hour .. ah, I mean an hour
and a half ..?"
"You playing me, baby?"
"No, I swear," Pacey blurted. "I just .. I'm just looking for
something real wild. Something to .. take my mind off my problems.
What would you suggest? I have some money."
She paused. "How does this sound, baby. You bring $700 by,
I'll give you two hours of assorted pleasures that'll make you forget
your own name ..?"
"O..okay," Pacey stammered. "I can manage that." He thought
about the money he had siphoned off from Dawson's fund-raising
striptease party several weeks ago. He still had about $850 bucks
left, and this seemed like a great way to spend it. He got the
woman's address and arranged to meet her one-hour later at her house
on the outskirts of town. After he hung up the phone, he started
running to his house. He had exactly one hour to reach home, get the
money, get on his bike and pedal back across town to the woman's
house. Pacey Witter was in a hurry.

* What the hell am I doing? * Joey Potter berated herself as
she looked out the open window and felt the late summer breeze billow
through her hair. The clock on Andie's dash caught her eye. *2:35, *
she read to herself. * I should be English .. * Instead she had let
Andie McPhee convince her to cut out on last period. Now she was
riding in Andie's car half-listening as the girl prattled on about a
whole string of meaningless topics. Every once in awhile, Joey would
nod, smile or say "mm hmm" just so Andie wouldn't insist she really
pay attention. Joey Potter was too busy enjoying the warm afternoon
and too pre-occupied with trying to forget Dawson Leary and that SLUT
Eve.
"So you don't mind?" Andie asked.
"Umm .. no," Joey answered, not even knowing the question.
"Cool," Andie smiled at Joey and patted her lightly on the
knee. "I know you're going to just love it."
"Really?" Joey was puzzled. * Love what? * What the hell had
she agreed to? She was too embarrassed to ask now that she'd
obviously agreed to something.
"Now you promise you won't freak on me or anything .." Andie
half-asked. "I mean, not that it's anything horrible, it's just that
.. well, it'll probably seem a little strange. It did to me until I
got into it."
*Got into what? * But Joey didn't ask the question she was
thinking. She just sat silently and looked back out the window.
Minutes later they were pulling into the McPhee's driveway. No one
was home. Andie parked in the garage and let them in with a key.
"My dad won't be home til about 8 tonight, and since Jack's
living with Jen now we have the whole house to ourselves. Cool, huh?"
Andie chattered nervously as the girls set their purses down and
entered the living room.
"Yeah, great." Joey plopped down on the couch.
"You want some wine?" Andie asked, already pulling down two
glasses from a shelf above the wine rack.
"Sure .. but not much," Joey added. She didn't have to work
tonight, but that didn't mean she could afford to get drunk. Still,
she liked wine and it did help her to relax and forget about things ..
like Dawson Leary and his slutty new girlfriend Eve.
Joey watched Andie pour the wine, then bring the glasses and
bottle over to the couch, kick off her shoes and plop down inches away
from Joey. She handed Joey her wine and clinked the glasses together.
"So, I guess you want to know what the big mystery surprise
is?" Andie smiled.
"Well, yeah," Joey smiled. She was relieved that what Andie
had proposed was still a surprise. It would have been very hard for
Joey to explain to Andie that she hadn't been paying attention to one
word the girl had said during the entire ride over.
"Well, let me get it." Andie took a gulp of wine. "Stay
here, okay ..?" She hopped up from the couch and sprinted upstairs,
leaving Joey Potter alone with her thoughts for what must have been
almost ten minutes. Joey was just about to go upstairs and check on
Andie when the girl re-emerged.
She had changed from school clothes into a pair of white
shorts and a tight red belly shirt that buttoned down the middle. *
Man, that looks comfortable, * Joey said to herself, suddenly feeling
very encumbered in her jeans and powder-blue blouse. When Andie
crossed the room, Joey noticed immediately that she wasn't wearing a
bra. Andie's nipples poked out stubbornly against the semi-sheer
fabric of the top, and Joey looked away uncomfortably. * Geez, the
air conditioning isn't THAT cranked, * Joey observed silently.
In her hands, Andie carried a backpack. She set it down on a
chair, unzipped it, and it took out several paperback books one at a
time. She giggled when she read the title of one, pressed it against
her breast with the rest and then sauntered over to where Joey sat
with a puzzled, amused smile.
"Now remember, just give this a chance before you start
jumping to conclusions." She put three of the books down on the floor
by the couch and opened the fourth. She took a nervous gulp of wine
and smiled at Joey. Then she took another swig from her glass,
cleared her throat and began reading, "I MORE THAN ENVY HIM," she
began:

He is a god in my eyes, that man,
Given to sit in front of you
And close to himself sweetly to hear
The sound of you speaking.

Your magical laughter - this I swear -
Batters my heart - my breast astir -
My voice when I see you suddenly near
Refuses to come.

My tongue breaks up and a delicate fire
Runs through my flesh; I see not a thing
With my eyes, and all that I hear
In my ears is a hum.

The sweat runs down, a shuddering takes
Me in every part and pale as the drying
Grasses, then, I think I am near
The moment of dying.

She looked up at Joey when she was done reading and smiled.
In those few short seconds, Joey had gone from puzzled and amused to
positively dumbfounded. "Pretty cool, huh?" Andie slid next to Joey
on the couch, the book still open in her hands.
"Yeah ..um .. I guess," Joey tried not to laugh.
"You don't get it?" Andie asked.
"Yeah, it's love poetry. We read that stuff in school all the
time."
"But you don't get it?" Andie pressed her, "I mean what it's
really about."
Joey half-smiled. "The guy really likes a girl, but she's
with another guy. Right .?" * Wow, * Joey thought to herself. *
This is what I cut English for? * She almost laughed.
"But it's not a guy that's writing the poems," Andie smiled
and curled her head into Joey's arm. "Now just pay attention," she
grinned, then started reading again:

IT'S TOO HIGH
I do not aspire
With my two arms
To touch the sky

COME
And I shall set you to rest
On the softest of cushions:
Yes, you shall lie
On fresh new pillows

I WANT
Darling, to hug you

IN HOMAGE
Stars round the fair moon
Veil their own shining
When she's full on the earth
With the light of her silver

MAY I SAY
I think no girl
That sees the sun
Will ever equal you in skill

ARE YOU
Forgetting me?

TELL ME FRANKLY
Is there any man
Anywhere among mankind
You love more than me?

What will your eyes say?

When she was finished, Andie nestled her head in Joey's lap
and sighed. "Do you get it now?"
"Um .. kind of," Joey didn't know why, but she had found
herself starting to run her hands through Andie's soft blonde hair
during the poem.
"The poem is from one woman to another," Andie explained, her
eyes sparkling. It was written more than two thousand years ago by a
Greek poet named Sappho. She had a school for girls on the Island of
Lesbos. That's where we get the word lesbian. Isn't that cool."
"Uh .. yeah, Andie .. sure .." Joey removed her fingers from
Andie's bangs. The pretty, dark-eyed teen stared at her own hand and
thought about slapping it.
"IMAGES I REMEMBER," Andie started again:

Once I saw a very gentle
Very little
Girl picking flowers

Golden genista
Grew along the shore

And the ripe marriageable girls wore garlands

Girls with voices like honey

And the garlands were wild parsely

Then at noon
The cricket
From under his wings
Struck forth his rapier-sweet songs
As the god of the sun poured down
On the earth his stream of flame

IT GIVES ME JOY TO THINK
I have a pretty little girl
Lovely as a golden flower;
Cleis whom I so adore
I would not take all Lydia
Nor Lesbos (even lovelier)
In exchange for her

I BELIEVE I AM
More child-lover even than Gello
With her vampire thirst for children.

"Woa," Joey found herself fanning her face when Andie
finished. "Is that saying what I think it's saying?" Joey asked.
"Sappho believed the beauty of youth in girls was sacred and
beautiful," Andie explained. "She taught her young girl students all
the arts of love, not just poetry and song, but the .. um .. other
things, too. You know .." she giggled slightly and punched Joey
softly in the arm.
Joey suddenly realized where her hands were again, back to
stroking Andie's soft blonde hair. She suddenly noticed where her
eyes were fixed, too, on the soft purring rise of Andie's lush, young
breasts. * SHIT! * Joey Potter tore her eyes and hands away from the
older girl. She reached for her glass of wine and drained it.
"Here," Andie got up and reached over the end table for the
bottle. "Let me pour you another glass." Before Joey Potter could
object, the glass was filled to the rim again. Joey was burning up,
and her whole body was tense and trembling, as if on the verge of
exploding into some kind of metamorphosis. Instinctively she reached
out and accepted the glass, taking a soothing sip and wiping the sweat
from her troubled brow.
"Have you ever heard of this book?" Andie reached down to her
stack and produced a book called "My Secret Garden" by a woman named
Nancy Friday. The subtitle read "Women's Sexual Fantasies." Before
Joey could say or do anything to stop her, Andie cuddled back up into
Joey's lap, opened this new book and started reading. Joey looked
down at her pretty blonde friend and the open book. Dog-eared corners
graced about every other page and yellow highlighter tracks colored
every page. "I have never had a homosexual experience," Andie began
reading again, "but I do have many lesbian fantasies .."
As Andie read, Joey could feel both their bodies tense and
their breathing go from random and deep to synchronized and shallow.
Every minute or so, Andie would adjust her head in Joey's lap and
press the back of her head into Joey's itchy mound.
" .. the next thing I know, a hand is on my thigh, slowly
moving up .. The hairs on my leg bristle with fear, part excitement ..
Her hands are on both my thighs now, slowly massaging them, her
fingers reaching up higher, higher, until they gently part my legs. I
wait for her mouth and she leaves me thus for endless seconds. My
lips beneath the towel now plead silently - please, please don't stop,
kiss me, kiss it!" Andie yipped playfully when she said this last
sentence, jerked her head up and playfully pecked Joey's crotch.
Joey wanted to jerk away, to call Andie McPhee a sick pervert
and go fleeing from her house in horrified indignation. But instead,
she felt her hands reach out to Andie's smiling face, press into her
soft blonde hair and guide the girl's head back into her burning lap.
"Come on," Joey heard herself ask as she caressed Andie's cheeks.
"What happened next?"
Andie giggled, found her place and began reading again. "Her
fingers have parted me .." Andie started breathlessly, and Joey closed
her eyes, her tender, virgin ears drinking in the intoxicating spirit
of this forbidden fruit. * Please, * she gasped to herself. * Please
don't stop .. *
The words ran on like streams of warm water bathing her
aching, tense body. Joey bent her body down slightly so that the
puffy edges of her firm breasts rubbed against the soft rosiness of
Andie's cheeks, their bodies vibrating in unison now as the girl read.
Joey's hands went from stroking her friend's blonde bangs to rubbing
her bare, alabaster shoulders. Andie looked up and smiled. Joey
poured wine from her glass between Andie's pursed lips. Andie was
breathing so hard that some of the wine spilled out and dribbled along
her chin. She licked at it with her catlike tongue and giggled, while
Joey sat there and stared in utter mesmerized silence.
"I do not now have lesbian fantasies," Andie began the story
of another woman now. "But for a period of time when I was a teenage
girl, I did. I had a young, pretty female teacher on whom I guess I
had a crush .." Andie giggled nd kept reading. Joey closed her eyes
again and imagined Miss Walker, her old fifth grade teacher.
She had been so beautiful. When she walked into a room, she
always smelled like Aviance Night Musk. Whenever Joey smelled that
perfume now, she always found herself somehow aroused. She'd always
thought it was connected to the scent, but now she knew it was
something deeper, much more fundamental to her nature, to her
womanhood.
"I dreamed that we would undress each other," Andie's voice
drifted back into Joey's fantasy, "and she would hold me in her arms.
Then I would kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples as though I were
a baby. Other times, I would fantasize about taking a bath or shower
with her, and I would have thoughts about washing and drying her
entire body. When she got married, my crush was broken, and these
dreams stopped .." Andie stopped. "MEN!" she spit. "That's exactly
what Sappho wrote about, how MEN are ALWAYS fucking up the bond
between two women. Like with you and Jen and Dawson .. or with me and
you and Pacey and my brother. You, Jen and I should all be like BEST
FRIENDS, but instead we let those asshole MEN come between us."
"Oh, come on." Joey laughed, relaxing slightly, but still
stroking Andie's hair. "Men aren't ALL bad. I mean we do need them."
"Need them?"
"For .. you know," Joey took her two index fingers, held them
about six inches apart and arched her eyebrows.
"That just goes to show you how much you know," Andie said
with a playful, bratty smile. She put down "My Secret Garden" and
sprang up from the sofa. She padded across the soft, lush carpet and
picked up her backpack from the chair. She withdrew a videotape and
slid it out of a clear plastic case. She smiled at Joey and skipped
over to the VCR resting on top the television set. She picked up the
remote, powered on the VCR and TV and slid the tape in. Then she
punched a button on the remote control, grinned and skipped back to
the sofa.
This time, however, she sat down next to Joey and snuggled
against the pretty, teen's tender, slender body. Before Joey could
move away, Andie rested her head on Joey's firm, small bosom and
rubbed her cheek against the swells of flesh like a kitten nuzzling
its mother's breast. Joey was frozen in time as she felt her own
nipples jet against Andie' pretty face. The screen from the
television now flickered into life.
"Zane Entertainment presents LOVE BUNNIES #3," the screen
flashed. "Starring Sarah-Jane Hamilton." In another few long
seconds, a pretty, buxom redhead appeared and began speaking in a
British accent. "Would you like to make love to a virgin?" she asked
the camera, her eyes piercing into Joey's soul. "Lie her down, lick
her toes and go all the way up to her thighs .." The woman continued
her introductory speech while Joey felt Andie's breath quicken. Joey
felt her own heart pounding her breasts into Andie's soft, blonde
hair. The two just sat there, watching the screen and melting into
each others' essences. Their minds swirled about the English woman's
words until they were wrapped up in the monologue, their lungs
inhaling and exhaling in sync with the British beauty while she
described the tastes and sensations of making love to a virgin woman,
a woman who had never before known the intimate caresses of sisterly
love.
"I'd like to introduce my next victim," Sarah continued after
her opening bit. "This is Isis .."
The camera panned back to take in an exotic dark-skinned
beauty. She sat on the bed next to the British beauty, laughing
nervously. In seconds, Isis revealed she had never made love to
another woman before. This wasn't porno acting. At least it didn't
seem that way to Joey. Sarah-Jane interviewed Isis in her prim
British accent, and the answers came off unrehearsed, cautious,
nervous and VERY REAL!
As Joey and Andie watched the interview that followed, they
unconsciously found themselves scrunching closer together on the sofa
until Joey was actually holding Andie's head against her firm, pointy
breasts. Both girls were barely breathing as they watched Isis relent
to being blindfolded and restrained atop the bed. Then they shuddered
as Sarah-Jane began to teasingly torture Isis's luscious, exotic flesh
with a series of vibrators, lotions and feathers.
In mere minutes, Isis was a quivering mass of wet, wanting
womanhood, and Sarah-Jane delighted in sadistically putting the
lesbian virgin through even more paces with hands, finger and tongue.
When Joey saw the British beauty finally sink her full, sensuous lips
into Isis's moist mound the teenager gasped. It was almost as if she
could feel the English woman's velvety lips kissing on her own flat
tummy. She gasped as the sensation grew even stronger. She absently
brushed at her navel, but jerked away when she felt the back of
Andie's silky blonde hair.
Startled, Joey Potter quickly looked down to see Andie
McPhee's face buried in her bare, washboard belly. Andie's
mischievous tongue darted between Joey's tensed abs then licked along
her ribcage. Joey felt herself sink lower into the sofa cushions, her
hands distractedly running through Andie's hair and pushing her deeper
into her tummy. Andie french-kissed Joey's belly button, and the
dark-haired teen felt herself instinctively thrust her stomach up to
meet the blonde's hungry mouth.
Joey's eyes went from Andie's adoring mouth to the exquisite
torture playing out on the TV screen. "Y..you've done this before .."
Joey Potter finally managed to ask when Andie came up for air.
"In the .. home," Andie's smile looked bittersweet. "There
was another girl there .. Doris .. she showed me. She gave me all
this stuff."
"Wow," was all Joey could manage to say. First Andie had
admitted to Pacey that she'd made love to another boy at the Home, and
now this. Joey couldn't help but wonder what other secrets Andie
McPhee had been keeping from everyone.
"Are you really freaked at me?" Andie suddenly blurted, the
fear in her voice palpable.
"Uh .. let's just say I'm .. uh .. surprised," Joey shuddered
as she watched Isis explode into a blissful orgasm on the screen.
"Good surprised or bad surprised?" Andie pouted slightly.
"Good surprised, I guess," Joey laughed nervously and watched
Andie begin kissing her slender hands. "That felt .. good .. when you
were .. uh ..kissing me here." She pointed to her bare, flat belly.
"Really?" Andie perked up.
"Yeah," Joey brushed back the girl's blonde bangs.
"Do you think we could .. uh .." Andie looked at the screen
and nodded, " .. do some more?"
"I .. I don't know," Joey equivocated. "I mean, I like this,
but I'm not a .. you know .."
"Neither am I, Joey," Andie assured her. "I just think it
feels .. really good .. with another girl. It does feel good, doesn't
it ..?"
"Yeah," Joey nodded. "Pretty awesome actually." She looked
at the two women now making love unabashedly on the screen. She
watched Isis' curious mouth take its first taste of pussy, and saw the
exotic beauty's lips curl into a catlike smile. Sarah-Jane was
running her hands through Isis's dark tresses, pressing her pussy into
the lesbian virgin's eager, enthusiastic mouth.
"Do you think I could .. try that on you?" Andie kissed the
soft flesh on Joey's hard belly.
"I .. I don't know," Joey gasped when she felt the juices in
her womb begin soaking her panties again. More than anything in the
world, she wanted to kick her shoes and socks off and slink out of her
jeans and panties. She wanted to shed her top like a chrysalis and
burst free into the soft, waiting joy of Andie's warm, wet kisses.
But this was .. it was .. "OH FUCK!" She arched her back and opened
her legs when she felt Andie's trembling fingers at her zipper.
Andie smiled up at the dark-eyed beauty, but Joey was off in
her own world now. Her eyes were closed tight, and her upper teeth
bit down hard into her lower lip. As Andie unzipped Joey's jeans, the
ravishing brunette raised her small bottom off the couch. Andie
stoked Joey's adorable ass and then shimmied the jeans down her
slender hips, her lips caressing every square inch of Joey Potter's
burning, sweat-glistened skin.
"Shit," Joey gasped and began kicking her legs. Andie backed
off slightly, suddenly afraid that Joey was trying to push her off.
Then she realized Joey was only frantically trying to kick off her
shoes. Andie giggled and untied Joey's laces while Joey scuffed off
her shoes. As each foot popped free, Andie peeled down Joey's socks
and kissed her bare calves. Joey playfully wiggled her toes out of
the socks then groaned when Andie began licking the soles along each
arch. "Oooo," Joey Potter moaned when Andie inhaled her foot and
began suckling her individual toes.
While Andie's mouth worshipped Joey's sensitive feet, Joey
Poter tore at her own panties, sliding aside the crotch so that her
boiling, virgin pussy shivered in the cool air. Andie looked up from
sucking Joey's cute little toes and rubbed her hand along Joey's bare,
slick thighs. When she saw Joey's own hands start zeroing in on her
sopping snatch, Andie batted them away. As she slid her tongue up
Joey's calf, she rubbed against the grain of tiny hairs running up
Joey's leg.
Joey shivered and thrashed around slightly, her thin hands
once more seeking out her itchy clit. But Andie caught Joey's hand
and held it still while she zeroed in on Joey's pussy with her own
fingers and tongue. "Yes .." Joey slumped down into the cushions
when Andie's tongue and thumb reached the edge of her pouting pussy
lips. Andie looked up and saw Joey's eyes clenched tight, her teeth
biting down so hard on her lower lip that it was white.
Andie tenderly kissed the pink rose petals of Joey's sopping
sluice. She darted her tongue in for a moment and thrilled to the
sensation of Joey's body as it jerked about in carefree abandon. Then
she worshipped Joey Potter's mound of Venus just as Doris had taught
her, licking everywhere around the sensitive button of Joey's clit,
snaking under the tender hood, working one finger into the juicy slot
while she slashed with her tongue.
Joey's thin hand gripped Andie's, and the two squeezed for
dear life as Andie brought Joey's virgin pussy closer and closer to
its first lesbian orgasm. "Oh, fuck .. fuck .. lick it .. oh shit ..
oh fuck .. lick it .. oh .." Joey yelped. "Oh .. oh .. oh ..
FUUUUUUCK!" she suddenly howled when Andie coaxed a sense-shattering
climax from her virgin womb.
Joey Potter thrashed her hips about in an ecstatic frenzy,
grinding her hips into Andie's adoring face while the blonde lapped up
every drop of Joey's generous fuck bath. While Joey humped Andie's
face, the blonde unbuttoned her tight red top and let her braless tits
bobble free. She bent over and rubbed the tender, pale breast-flesh
against the tops of Joey's thighs while she snaked up the teen's
slender body. Instinctively, Joey raised her arms above her head and
let Andie push up her top. Seconds later, her perky point tits
appeared, restrained in the confines of black bra.
Andie licked all around the underside of the cups, deep inside
Joey's narrow cleavage, then up and along the thin straps while she
palmed Joey's firm, teenage tits. When Joey felt Andie's tongue
tickle her neck, she couldn't help but bend down and offer the blonde
her quivering lips. When they finally kissed, Joey's mind exploded.

The feel of another girl's soft, caressing lips was SO
different than even the gentle kisses Dawson had once bestowed upon
her. In a way, it was almost like kissing her own mouth. Andie's
lips seemed so familiar, her tongue so naturally comfortable with
every nook and cranny Joey offered her. They giggled in utter glee as
their tongues flicked and tickled each other to a mutual rush of utter
joy.
Andie slipped Joey's bra straps down her slender shoulders and
kissed the burning flesh above the girls perky tits before she
devoured the first exposed nipple. "Oh,shit ..!" Joey hissed. It was
the first time any human lips had ever touched her bare breasts.
She'd never even let Dawson get this far before. Now she was letting
another GIRL possess her entire body.
For some inexplicable reason, Andie's mouth upon her bosom
felt even stranger to Joey than when the blonde's tongue had extracted
an orgasm from her virgin pussy. Perhaps it was because she'd been in
real heat, then, her body just consumed with attaining release for the
passion boiling inside her. Now, however, the smoke had cleared, and
she was acutely conscious of the physical reality of the situation.
She was allowing another girl to make love to her. She was
losing her virginity to a female. Joey Potter was fully aware of the
irony. Jack McPhee, her ex-boyfriend had dumped her because he
finally admitted to himself he was gay. Now she was exploring her own
homosexual proclivities with Jack's sister. Jack was gay, and had
never had a same sex lover while Joey was straight and experiencing
her first sexual encounter with another girl.
Suddenly Joey wanted to pull away, to push Andie away, to run
from the McPhee house and never look back. But Andie's hand was back
on Joey's still-sensitive clit, massaging it while she suckled at
Joey's hard, aching nipples.
Instead of pushing away, Joey wrapped her arms around Andies'
head and pressed the girl's mouth deeper into her breasts. "Oh,
SHIT!" she suddenly moaned as another, totally unexpected orgasm
popped in her stomach and rocketed into her pulsing throbbing cunt.
This time she kicked about even more wildly as Andie pressed against
her slender, quaking body. "Oh MY fucking God," Joey Potter finally
groaned as she road the crest of her climax, went totally rigid, and
then melted into the soft cushions of the sofa.
"You like?" Andie smiled up at Joey, kissing her still
quivering belly button.
"Me like .." Joey sighed. "Me like very much."
"You want?" Andie pushed back slightly from Joey and wiggled
her delectable charms.
"Me want," Joey giggled, scrunched her adorable nose, sprang
from the sofa and tackled Andie in a flurry of laughter.
"Oh, please be gentle," Andie giggled as Joey humped her pussy
into Andie's bare leg.
"Forget that!" Joey Potter hissed. Now it was Joey's turn to
start exploring with her fingers and mouth. She slid her thin hands
into the folds of Andie's unbuttoned top, and the blonde dropped her
arms to give Joey free access to her full, succulent breasts. Joey
Potter thrilled to the feel of the girl's pale, firm boobs, massaging
them like she was softly shaping mounds of soft clay. "They're so
beautiful .." was all Joey could say before she began lavishing them
with wet, sucking kisses.
Andie lay there in utter ecstasy, her arms thrown back, her
eyes closed and a trickle of drool oozing out the corners of her
mouth. "Oh, Joey that feels so wonderful," she whispered when Joey's
mouth engulfed her nipple and nursed. "Make love to me, Joey .. make
love to me .."
Joey found her hands had minds of their own the moment they
got their first feel of Andie's pale, succulent flesh. She tore at
the blonde's shorts and stuffed her fingers under the elastic
waistband, impatiently trying to get at Andie's soaking snatch. She
playfully nipped at Andie's alabastar skin as she frantically worked
at removing her friend's shorts. When Andie squealed in delight, the
nips became love bites. Andie finally lifted her ass off the carpet
and allowed Joey to slide down her shorts.
Andie wore no panties over her sopping bush. The smell of her
teenage essence wafted into Joey's hungry nostils, and the dark-eyed
teen sunk her mouth into Andie's moist, blonde folds just as she'd
seen Isis do with Sarah-Jane.
At her first taste of pussy, Joey Potter started slightly.
The tangy savor trickled down her tastebuds, and she instinctively
licked her lips.
"You like?" Andie asked nervously.
"ME LIKE!" Joey roared, diving into the girl's blonde pussy
ravenously. She now tried to duplicate everything she'd seen the
women in the video do and everything she'd felt Andie do to her. Her
mind swirled with the overwhelming taste of pussy, and the feel of
Andie's cunt flesh against her tongue and lips.
Joey couldn't believe how moist and slick Andie's pussy was.
It seemed to practically suck in her entire face, and her juices kept
flowing and flowing. Joey knew where Andie's clit was, but she
decided to tease her tongue around the perimeter sadistically until
she heard Andie start groaning in anguish.
"Lick it, Joey .. please lick my clit," she whined. "God, you
are such a bitch," she groaned. "Please lick my clit. I'm fucking
dying .. I'm fucking dying to feel your tongue on my clit. Please,
Joey .. please .."
Joey looked up and found Andie's desperate eyes. "You like?"
she asked this time, wrinkling her nose mischievously.
"Oh, fuck yes, goddamit, please lick my clit .. please let me
cum .. please .." she whimpered. "I'll show you something else if you
lick me. Come on, Joey. I'll show you something else .. something
REALLY fun. Just please lick my clit, GOD DAMN YOU. Lick it."
"Okay, brat," Joey giggled, tracing her tongue around the hood
of Andie's burning button..
"JO-eeeeY," Andie whined even louder. "Come on!"
"Like this?" Joey teased with a flick of her tongue in the
soft fold of skin.
"Yes, right there."
"Right here?" Joey licked above Andie's pussy on her creamy
white tummy.
"No,' Andie down there. "You know."
"No I don't," Joey giggled. "I'm just a little innocent
virgin, remember ..?"
"Quit being a bitch," Andie fussed. "Please just lick my
clit."
"What's a clit?" Joey kept it up. "I'm not familiar with that
terminology."
"Quit being such a bitch," Andie whined. "Now lick my clit."
"I don't like your tone of voice, young lady," Joey teased,
pinching one of Andie's nipples.
"Lick my clit, Joeey," Andie bawled. "Please .."
"What will you do if I lick it?" Joey kept pinching Andie's
nipples.
"I'll show you a real cool toy," Andie pleaded.
"What?" Joey asked.
"Look at the TV," Andie pointed desperately. "I'll let you do
that to me."
Joey turned and watched as Sarah-Jane fucked a second woman, a
cute Asian, with a strap-on artificial penis. Joey's jaw dropped.
She had never even considered what such a thing would look like, much
less that it was even possible. She felt her pussy grow wet and hot
again as she watched. Andie tugged at her arm and tore her attention
away from the scene.
"I have one of those," Andie told Joey. "Doris gave it to me.
I .. I play with it at night and pretend it's her. But I don't have
to pretend anymore, do I, because I have you."
Joey smiled and kissed Andie right on the clit. Then she
wormed her tongue under the tiny flap of skin and buzzed around
Andie's button until she slapped her thighs around Joey's head. The
entire universe ceased to exist then, and the only sound Joey could
hear was the slosh of her tongue and the pounding of her own blood
coursing through her temples. She lost herself inside Andie, then,
her thoughts joining with the bucking of her friend's hips as they
spurred Joey further, deeper into the essence of girl-girl love.
Although joey had never made love to a man before, she knew
for some reason that it would never .. COULD never compare to this.
Heterosexual intercourse was the joining of two disparate parts in an
attempt to make both whole. Homosexual love was the fusing of two
already complete beings into one GREATER, oversoul. She fluttered at
the outskirts of this union, knowing it would never be complete until
she was able to give Andie back what her friend had originally given
her.
So she stuffed her entire face into Andie's boiling bush and
licked around the blonde's clit in a ravenous frenzy, occasionally
aiming the spearpoint of her tongue dead into the bull's-eye and
feeling Andie's body constrict in torrents of sharp, agonizing
passion. "Oh, Joey .. Oh, Joey," the girl repeated like a stuck
record as her thighs clapped in and out on Joey's throbbing temples.
Joey stabbed at Andie's clit now with all her focused fury,
and Andie convulsed like a trapped animal in its death throes. Even
the women in the video didn't cum as violently or as loudly as Andie.
One second she was pressing Joey into her, and the next she was
violently kicking Joey away as she rolled across the carpet in a
flurry of kicking and wriggling. Her body was wracked with seizures
so violent that Joey thought the girl might actually be in danger.
She humped and bucked on her stomach and bit clear through her lip.
"Andie?" Joey moved towards her protectively.
"Don't touch me!" Andie snarled. "I'm .. REALLY sensitive
after I come. Every nerve in my body .. on fire .." she gasped. "Oh
FUCK you made me cum! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She sank into a limp heap
as minor convulsions and spasms still undulated through her naked,
pale, creamy flesh.
"You all right?" Joey snorted in laughter when she realized
Andie was going to be fine.
"You have to fuck me now with the dildo, Joey .. before I cool
off. Get it out of my backpack quick and put it on. Then bend me
over the coffee table, and FUCK ME REAL HARD IN THE PUSSY while you
put lube in my ass."
"Lube ..?"
"It's in my backpack with the starp-on dildo. After you fuck
my pussy hard, you have to FUCK MY ASS EVEN HARDER! You have to
FUCKING rip my ass open. If you fuck me REAL HARD in my pussy and ass
I can get multiple orgasms. Then you'll really see something. BUT
YOU HAVE TO HURRY! Before I cool off. HURRY!"
Joey scampered over to the backpack and began digging for the
strap-on dildo and lube.
"HURRY!" Andie screamed.
* If only Dawson could see me now! * Joey laughed to herself
as she withdrew the foot-long, black strap-on dildo and bottle of
Joy-Lube. * Let's see his little slut girlfriend TOP THIS! *