“You know, you’re right. I am just being stupid. That is why. That is why- ”
Kristy couldn’t say even though her heart was pushing her to. Every thought was demanding, she conveys these feelings to her friend. She was beyond a friend at this point. She had to say what has been on her mind for so long. It was time she finally stopped being Ms. Innocence like Jenna said and truly let her know how she feels about her.
“What is it, honey? Tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”
“I fucking love you! I want you as my girlfriend. Ever since we met back in middle school and through high school, I have secretly wanted you more and more each day.”
“Are you serious? This is too funny. I have felt the same for you too. I have always loved you more than a sister, friend or anything else you want to call it. I would love to have you as my first girlfriend.”
Jenna walked up and kissed Kristy on the tip of her mouth running her tongue down her throat. Cupping Kristy’s breasts through her sweaty t-shirt squeezing them like a pair of melons being checked for freshness, sent a warm tingling sensation throughout her body. Her shorts wet with excitement begging for Jenna to lick her in all the right places sending her to an ecstasy she never would forget.
“Ah, now this is what I’m talking about. Two lesbians who find themselves. Man, you both are fucking hot and I want to fuck the shit out of both of you.” Garry stood there in his birthday suit his dick as long and thick as some tree bark. Curving to the right his cock head was like looking at an army soldiers helmet.
“Oh, you naughty boy. I knew there was a reason I liked you. What do you think Kristy?”
Her hormones raging through her body with the steadfast pace of a marathon runner on their last lap, she desired both of them deep in her. Garry’s hard dick pounding her untouched pussy for the first time sent shivers through her spine. Sweat dripping from her as she fantasized his hunky body hovering over her those long strong legs anchored on the bed as he pounded the shit out of her, broke the boundary between Ms. Innocence and Ms. First Fuck.
“Yes. I want it all. Give it to me.”Tearing off her clothes laying back on the bed as Kristy began to dine on her wet pussy.
Taking his hard prick in her mouth Kristy could taste the salty taste of his pre-cum moistening her lips like gloss. The thickness of his member jammed her throat as his baseball size balls banged against the edge of her throat. Each inch of him expanded her throat in ways she never thought possible. It was as if his hugeness was meant for her and her only. His cock tasted so good. Jenna’s tickling tongue and fingers plunged deeper into Kristy’s womanhood unleashing the hidden monster of lust welled deep within her. Crying out as her first orgasm ravaged her body every muscle tightening up in one climatic moment she thrust herself back onto the bed for only a second before Garry shoved his hardness back into her hot wet mouth.
“Fuck your girl can suck dick. Fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!” Moaning as he dumped the first of many hot loads.
Swallowing every inch of his man seed, something she never even imagined, Kristy felt the layers of inexperience peel from her in one climatic moment after another. Her breasts swelled with excitement she wanted to feel Garry’s hardness deep in her.
“Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me!!!” Kristy moaned begging for his hardness.
“I think we both can fuck you, sweetie. I have something for you too.” Jenna smiled as she bent down and reached something out of the bottom of Kristy’s bed.
It was one of those strap ons. Kristy had only seen them in porn movies that she would secretly watch online. It was long thick and just as nice as the real thing swinging between Garry’s legs. Tying the piece around her firm buttocks Jenna demanded Kristy turn around. Garry sat on the bed pushing his manhood into Kristy’s moist pussy at the same time as Jenna opened her asshole with her toy. The sheer ecstasy she was feeling was unlike anything ever felt before. His probing penis piercing through her womanhood examining every inch of her untouched parts with his thick shlong.
“Ah, fuck, this pussy is so tight and wet. Fuck, you are hot Kristy. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you. Fuck, you are so fucking hot. Give me more of that fucking pussy. Give it to me!!!!” Garry demanded.
“Oh, baby I love this ass. It feels so wet on my dick. I could fuck it for hours.” Jenna moaned as she pinched the tips of Kristy’s breasts.
“Yes, fuck me!! Fuck me! I want to feel you both in me!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Kristy moaned as she unleashed more of her dripping pussy juices on Garry’s raging cock.
“Fuck!!!” Garry roared unleashing more of his hot seed into Kristy, his sweaty balls slamming against her pussy lips.
Looking into Garry’s tightened face his boyhood transformed into manhood as he grunted sent a wave of intense ecstasy through Kristy’s body. Her pussy juices squirted out onto his still hard cock its head moist with her love juice. Smiling she could feel Jenna’s strong thrusts into her ass moaning as she fucked her deep, unlike anything she felt. Her ass hot with pleasure demanded more and more of the love tool deep in her wet pussy.
“I think it’s time I give your girlfriend a real send off.” Kissing Kristy on the tip of her lips digging his tongue down into her mouth his breath was like smelling hot sex.
Jumping behind Jenna he thrust his hardness into her, his sinewy legs anchoring against her back as he pounded her relentlessly. Taking off the toy she turned Kristy back to her, her lips locking with hers as Kristy reached down into Jenna’s pussy and fingered the warm moistness below.
“Oh my fucking God! Fuck me deep! Give it to me. Garry, please. Ahhhh!! Kristy, I love you, baby.” Swabbing her tongue around Kristy’s lips as she shot her own pussy juices right into her lover’s hands.
“Ahhhhhh!!!!” Garry roared as he pulled out his snake like prick shooting an ooze of thick white cum on her back.
“Now this is what I call a good fucking time.” Jenna smiled kissing her new lover.
“I couldn’t agree more, honey. I love you a lot.” Kristy smiled, sweat glazing her body as if she had just doused herself with baby oil.
“You girls are fucking awesome.” Garry said as he stroked his shrinking penis.
“Yeah, I know.” Jenna replied, tenderly stroking the hair of her lesbian interest.
Chapter 14
The airport in St. Bart’s was unlike other ones that Kristy had seen. It was small most of the airplanes were minuscule in nature and required you fly them over the islands massive oceanic circumference before transferring to one of the bigger airports in the states. Though she had a strong fear of being over the ocean flying for countless hours, now she had her new lover to explore and experience things with. Holding hands as they stood on the concrete walkway, the airport crew standing there in their khaki shorts, tropical colored shirts, and tanned smiling faces, she hoped one day that they could come back to this magical island. If it hadn’t been for this trip, compliments of the John and Hank show, she would have never found her true purpose, experienced her first and most awesome sex she ever had and met a really great man.
Garry and Freddy stood next to them as an elderly woman with silver straw thin hair took a picture of the group. Say cheese she said in that raspy voice of hers probably the results of years of smoking. No sooner did she give them the camera back that Kristy’s confirmations were made true when the woman pulled out a long cancer stick from her white purse.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye ladies. We really had a nice time.” Garry said his voice brimming with excitement.
“We did. Keep in touch. You have our information now.” Jenna said.
“Yes, and I know where you all work.” Gary replied giving both girls a huge hug.
Walking off Kristy couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness enter her heart hoping one day she could come back and see Garry again. He opened her mind to so many things that she never thought possible. It is weird how things happen in life and one never knows the true reason till it’s all over and done.
“I love you.” Kristy said to Jenna kissing her on the lips.
“You too, baby. When we get home I am getting you out of that dreadful apartment and job with Ms. Coyle. We’ll figure it all out.” Jenna said.
For the first time in her life as the sun beat down on her head, its glowing warmth offering plenty of comfort Kristy felt things would finally work out. Life will be good. No more worries and as the islanders say it: don’t worry, be happy! Smiling she walked onto the tiny airplane that would take them to the airport in Florida. Looking at Jenna, for the first time she wasn’t afraid.
THE END
Passion Dance
Chapter 1
It was staring up at me from the table, taunting and teasing me: A gold lettered card that read, “Happy Birthday! Your friend, Ashley, has signed you up for 6 weeks of dance lessons at the International Ballroom Studio! Get your dancing shoes, and we’ll see you there!”
It was a cute and personal little gift certificate, but the sentiment was more confrontational than anything. Ashley had been my best friend since high school, and had since moved to New York, but we still talked every other day on the phone about everything. Ever since she moved to The Big Apple, she thought she was an expert on taking chances.
“You never do any of the things you want to do!” she’d cry. “You won’t even dance in public, and you’re an amazing dancer!”
“Not yet... I need to take lessons.”
“Then why don’t you take them?”
“...Shut up,” I’d say. And the conversation would be over.
But now, she’d thrown down the gauntlet. The lessons were paid for. She was the only one who knew about my secret aspirations. She was also the only one who knew about my crippling fear of pursuing dance. As such, she took it upon herself to make me face my fear. It was a terrible thing to do to me.
When Ashley and I were in high school, I’d have her come over to watch the classical dance recitals on PBS. Being a good friend, she’d comply, though I knew she was bored to tears. I’d try to get her into it, and together we’d try the dance moves ourselves, performing ballet, tap, and -- what I loved more than anything -- ballroom dance. We’d tango around the room together and she’d trip over my feet as I did my best to lead her. I longed so much to dance with a real partner, but I’d always been so shy. Ashley was the only person in the world that I could really be myself with. So I danced with her or by myself, practicing the moves I saw over and over again until I got them right. Alone in my room, I’d strip to my bra and panties while I danced, watching my body sway this way and that, watching my muscles contract, doing my best to be as demanding and exacting as any dance teacher ever could be. But sooner or later, everybody needs somebody to watch them. And that was the thing I feared the most.
Even at the school dances I always managed to have a terrible time. I’d have the right dress, the right date, the right friends to meet up with, but my crippling fear would ruin the evening for me. It consumed me. I couldn’t hear conversations, didn’t register compliments to my carefully chosen dresses, and generally made my date miserable with my nerves, thinking about that inevitable moment he would take me by the hand and lead me to the dance floor. One pervasive thought ran through my head at all times: When he sees me dance, if he makes a face, if he makes fun of me, if it turns out I’m not graceful, that all of my hours practicing alone in my room meant nothing, I’ll be shattered and humiliated.
And, indeed, the moment always came. “Would you like to dance?” My face would grow hot with panic, even as I told myself to get it together. I’d scream at myself, Get out on the dance floor with the handsome boy who wants to be with you! But instead, I’d say, “I just need to go to the ladies room…” and then I’d hide from him the rest of the night. Every time. I started to get a reputation for being rude.
It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. It didn’t matter if I made a fool of myself at a school dance. I knew that. It was supposed to be fun -- we weren’t there to impress each other. Yes, I knew all of this. But it was a big deal to me. I had a vision of what I was and what I could be that was all mine. I had seen the way my body moved in the mirror -- effortless and beautiful. I dreamed of other people’s eyes on my body, taking it in with awe and respect as I told stories with my movements. I dreamed of the applause and electricity I could generate if only I ever put myself out there. But there was the dream, and then there was the possible reality. The notion that I had been delusional --that the truth was if I put myself out there, those watching would take me in not with awe and respect, but with disdain and a shake of the head -- was simply too much to bear. And so I never tried. The dream stayed locked in my mind, never to be tampered with by the judgment of others.
My high school days had come and gone. Now, so had college, too. I was 22, living on my own, and yet I was letting fear continue to cripple me. The gift certificate taunting me on the table made it all too apparent what a child I was. This wasn’t the person I wanted to be --careful and fearful and always wondering what could have been. It was the time I decided what kind of woman I wanted to be. Would I be the kind of woman that took chances? That went after what she wanted? Presumably, there would be other beginners in the class as well. It would be unlikely there would be anyone I knew there -- it was as safe a place to fail as any. I picked up the gift certificate and stared at it as though it was a crystal ball that would tell me how to handle my life. The message was clear enough. I had been presented with an opportunity, and I would take it. I jotted down the time and place in my planner, and even that simple action made my heart pound nervously. I was really going to do this.
Chapter 2
On the day of my first lesson, I was a frazzled mess. I left my apartment, came back, changed my shoes, left, came back, changed my outfit, left, came back and checked the stove burners to make sure they weren’t on before I finally made myself head to class. As a result, I was 15 minutes late. The greetings and introduction had all been done when I came bursting through the door. On the ground, the students were paired off and watching two people -- presumably the instructors -- dance the tango.
I stood in the back and watched, trying not to make a bigger spectacle of myself than I already had. Both were tall, slender, and lithe, with lean bodies. In her dance leotard and transparent skirt, I could make out the soft curves of her breasts and hips, the outline of her abdominal muscles, her every ethereal and yet sexually intense movement as she was led around by her partner. He was tall and broad-shouldered with a small waist, showcased by his tucked-in white shirt, which led to a round, muscular ass that centered him, clad in tight black pants. His movements were sure, graceful and strong. He seemed to have complete control of the otherworldly goddess who danced with him -- a very impressive feat. I was mesmerized.
The dance came to an end, and the students broke into applause. Unable to help myself, I was clapping the loudest, and it brought the two performers’ gaze upon me. I froze as the students all turned around to see who they were looking at. But I was put at ease when the male dancer broke into a smile.
“You must be Jessica!” he exclaimed in accented English. “We thought perhaps you would be a no-show and poor Josh would be left without a partner.” He gestured to an unassuming older gentleman in the first row who was sitting by himself.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Car trouble,” I lied.
“Not a problem at all, we were just making introductions,” the woman said. “We’re your instructors. I’m Stephanie and this is Lucas,” she explained, gesturing to her dancing partner. “As he said, you’ll be with Josh, and you may as well stay on your feet because we’re gonna jump right in.” She turned her attention to the rest of the class. “Okay! Grab your partners, stand up, and let’s get you guys moving!”
Josh was a bit shorter than me, bald, probably in his late forties. He tripped on his own shoe as he approached me. I’d have my work cut out for me, but at least I wasn’t out of my league in this group.
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br /> Apparently, Stephanie and Lucas’ dance had been a simple instruction on what we were supposed to imitate, as Josh explained. I immediately felt nervous, having missed most of it. But as Josh took my hand and began to show me what he had learned, I realized I knew exactly what to do. My years of absorbing dance recitals guided me through the simple beginner steps, and within minutes I was giving Josh pointers. “No, this way. Your foot goes here. Look in my eyes, not at your feet.” And I began to feel a bit of pride as we glided with more ease and Josh’s clumsiness began to subside with help from my instructions.
Stephanie and Lucas were working their way around the room, making adjustments and giving pointers. Soon they would be coming up to me and Josh to appraise our work, and I felt that old familiar heart thunking panic begin to overtake me. But in spite of my instincts to flee, before they got to me and never return, I resolved to keep going. I would take their criticisms like a grown woman, dammit.
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