Anne's Collection #1: Five Stories

by Anne Eton

  Katie sucked Beth’s breasts for a long time. Beth’s breathing grew ragged. Finally, Katie sat up and pulled off her T-shirt with a fluid movement. Beth tried to sit up with her. Katie settled back down onto the sleeping bag, and Beth followed. Cupping Beth’s head, Katie shifted her body up so that her own small breasts were in Beth’s face. Beth stared. Katie’s nipples were blackberry-purple, almost disappearing in the tent’s darkness. After a moment, Beth closed her eyes and placed her mouth lightly over one of the purple buds.

  Katie shifted her body again, moving up while keeping her breast in Beth’s mouth. “Harder,” Katie whispered. Beth obeyed, her lips moving and her cheeks pulling in. Katie raised her leg and then slid it down between Beth’s knees, rubbing between her thighs.

  They remained that way for minutes, Beth sucking Katie’s nipples into hardness while Katie massaged Beth’s crotch with her leg. Finally, Katie plopped down next to Beth again.

  Katie pushed her face into Beth’s hair, kissing her ear. Her hand traveled down Beth’s flat stomach before slipping into her pajama bottoms.

  Beth froze.

  Katie withdrew her hand immediately. “What’s wrong?”

  They had another talk. Beth was still uncertain—of what this meant, both for their relationship and for Beth’s own identity. Did this mean she was a lesbian?

  “I don’t like labels,” Katie said. “What is a lesbian, anyway? A woman who has sex with a woman? Once, twice, every time? The word makes no sense.”

  “Do you only like women?”

  “I’m attracted to human beings. Sometimes they’re male, sometimes they’re female.”

  Beth thought about it. “I guess that could be me, too.” She looked back at Katie. “But what about us?”

  “What about us?” Katie touched Beth’s face and kissed her.

  “I… Okay, I’m going to be totally honest with you.”

  “Please.”

  Beth looked away. “I’m just freaked out by the idea being called a lesbian at school. If I was strong, like you, it wouldn’t matter. But it’s so hard for me, already. And my parents…”

  “So that’s what’s bothering you?”

  “Yeah. I’m sorry, it’s selfish and I know I’m being shallow—”

  “No!” Katie kissed her again.

  “I’m just completely terrified of people pointing at me and staring at me, more than they even do already.”

  Katie ran her fingers gently through Beth’s blonde hair. “Can I make a suggestion?”

  “Of course.” Beth stared unblinkingly into Katie’s eyes.

  “Our business, our private business, is nobody else’s business. Right?”

  Beth nodded.

  “As long as you and I understand what the real deal is, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.” Katie raised her hand. “Wait. Here’s what I’m saying. To the world, you and I will just be friends. And whatever we do behind closed doors is our own deal.”

  Beth waited. “That’s it?” she asked finally.

  “That’s it.”

  “It seems like such a cop-out. Like, why do we have to do this? Why can’t people just be cool and accepting?”

  Katie shrugged. “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”

  Beth exhaled. “You really think it will work? I mean, work out for you and me?”

  Katie lowered her face close to Beth’s. “I don’t think anything will work if you’re scared. But I think we really give it a shot, and you trust me, we can make it work. Yeah.”

  “I do trust you. I trust you more than anybody on earth,” Beth said in a rush. “And I’m sorry I’m being so—”

  Katie placed a finger on Beth’s lips. “It’s okay. But I need you to trust me, all right? I want you to let go tonight.”

  Beth nodded. “Okay,” she said finally. She draped her arms around Katie’s neck. “I trust you, Katie.”

  “No more walls, no more doubts.”

  Beth nodded again. “But I’m still nervous. I can’t help it. And, well, I can’t relax. Does that change?”

  Katie stared deep into Beth’s eyes. “Only if you want it to.”

  Katie moved her palm down Beth’s stomach while maintaining eye contact. Beth stared back, her eyes anxious but full of trust. Katie slipped her hand back down inside Beth’s pajama pants. This time, Beth opened her legs. They kissed, making out gently as Katie massaged Beth’s pubic mound.

  “Oh my God,” Beth whispered.

  Katie moved so that she could reach the boom box with her other hand. She turned up the music’s volume. “So we can make some noise.”

  Beth giggled. She raised her hips, pushing her crotch into Katie’s fingers. Beth lifted her face, searching for Katie’s mouth. They kissed deeply.

  After a long time, Katie withdrew her hand from Beth’s pajama shorts. The fingers were wet. “I think you’re wearing entirely too much clothing,” Katie said.

  “Hah,” Beth said stupidly. Her eyes had glazed over.

  “Why don’t you discard this.” Katie tugged at Beth’s pajama top and bra. Beth sat up and pulled them off. As she settled back down again, Katie began kissing down Beth’s stomach. Beth watched Katie’s head move lower and lower. Katie’s kisses arrived at the waistband of Beth’s pants, just below the navel. Katie pulled the drawstring, untying Beth’s shoelace knot. Hooking her index finger, Katie pulled Beth’s waistband and panties down. A thick triangle of golden pubic hair revealed itself, its wetness glinting in the dark.

  Katie kissed it. Beth made an “Aaaaah” sound, sucking in a lungful of air.

  The brunette shifted her own body lower still. She sat up and tugged at Beth’s pajama bottoms. Beth raised her hips. The pants and panties slid all the way off.

  Katie ticked under Beth’s knee. “Let me in,” she said. Beth obeyed, lifting her leg. Katie slid her body sideways, under the leg, settling her face between the thick strong thighs. She slid one hand up Beth’s chest to massage her breast.

  Beth tilted her head back so that she could watch the fabric of the tent for shadows. Breathing hard, she placed one hand gently over Katie’s massaging fingers and her other hand behind Katie’s head.

  Katie parted Beth’s thick bush, staring at the small vagina. She turned her head and kissed the soft flesh of Beth’s inner thigh. Kissing lower, she sucked in mouthfuls of warm white skin. As her cheek brushed Beth’s pubic hair, she turned her face to kiss the thatch, slow kisses at first, then longer and harder, opening her lips to taste the warm wetness of her.

  “Oh my God, Katie,” Beth whispered again. Her voice sounded like she was near crying.

  Katie began kissing and licking Beth’s slit, long slow licks as if tasting an ice cream cone. Beth’s body began to tremble as she approached climax.

  Katie looked up. “You can’t yell or scream,” she warned. “Even the radio won’t cover that up. We have to be quiet.” Katie returned her mouth to Beth’s vagina.

  Beth closed her eyes, trying to concentrate.

  Katie pushed her face into the furry warm softness between Beth’s legs. She kissed and licked all around the small opening, letting the moist blonde pubic hair catch and tug at her tongue. She circled the slit slowly, drawing ever closer. Katie stopped kneading Beth’s breast and interlaced her fingers with Beth’s. Holding hands, the girls paused for a moment of eye contact.

  “I love you,” Beth whispered.

  “I love you too,” Katie said.

  Katie kissed Beth’s vagina, then placed her mouth upon it. Beth’s head fell back and she emitted a primal moan. Katie licked and sucked the slippery flesh, finally pushing her tongue into the warm wet space. Beth began trembling again, tightening her grip on Katie’s hand. Katie squeezed Beth’s hand in response.

  “Katie,” Beth gasped. She started to cry.

  Beth’s small sobs increased in tempo as the blonde girl’s tremors grew bigger. Katie held on firmly, slipping her free hand around Beth’s strong thigh.

  With a qu
ick movement of her tongue, Katie found Beth’s clitoris, swollen and thrusting up like a pea. She encircled the angry little organ with her lips and began sucking ever-faster.

  “Aaaah,” Beth whispered in a heart-wrenching voice. Her eyes squeezed shut as tears ran down her face. She clamped her mouth shut, trying to be silent as the orgasm took possession of her, wrenching her body violently. Katie held on. Beth’s cheeks puffed up as her face turned bright red. A fierce uncontrollable moan escaped from her.

  Beth’s body slumped. She opened her mouth and inhaled loudly. Her hand disengaged from Katie’s and she tried awkwardly to push Katie’s face away.

  “Too much?” Katie asked, coming up for air.

  Beth did not respond for almost a minute. “Yeah,” she finally replied. She breathed in and out. “I mean, no. I just… once it happens, it’s too much if you keep going. Sorry.” Beth opened her eyes and looked down.

  “Don’t apologize,” Katie said. She scooted herself up between Beth’s legs to kiss her face. “I kind of got carried away. I didn’t want to stop.”

  Beth smiled, and returned her kisses.

  “That was so good,” Beth said. She held Katie close, setting her cheek on Katie’s shoulder. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  “You better not have!”

  Beth laughed. They kissed again, small playful pecks that grew more lingering, until they were in a slow sexy make-out.

  “I don’t know if I can do that. With you,” Beth finally whispered.

  “It’s okay.”

  “No, I want to. I just don’t know if I can.” Sighing, Beth turned herself over to be on top, flipping Katie with her.

  “God, you’re strong,” Katie said in a surprised voice.

  Beth smiled and kissed her. Then she kissed down Katie’s jawline and neck, moving to the clavicle. Katie tucked one hand behind her own head and caressed Beth’s head as it moved down, running her fingers through the long blonde hair.

  Slipping her body down further, Beth slowly kissed her way to Katie’s breast before sucking the blackberry-purple nipple.

  Beth opened her eyes. “Is that okay?”

  Katie smiled. “Yes.”

  Beth closed her eyes again and kept sucking Katie’s breasts, moving from one to the other. She opened her mouth wide, letting her lips slide over the smooth skin.

  Suddenly, Beth gave Katie’s nipple a playful nip. Katie yelped and covered her chest.

  Beth looked at Katie, pretending to be stern. “We have to be quiet.”

  “Bitch,” Katie gasped, rubbing her nipple.

  Beth giggled. She began slowly kissing her way down Katie’s stomach.

  “You better not bite again,” Katie warned. “I’m serious.”

  “Okay, okay.” Beth kissed Katie’s navel tenderly. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

  “Well, don’t be…”

  Katie’s voice trailed off as she watched Beth stare at the dark downy thatch between Katie’s legs. At length, Beth reached and passed her fingers over the hair, gently.

  Katie exhaled, settling back on her pillow.

  Beth moved onto her side so that she could lay her ear on Katie’s stomach, with a close-up view of Katie’s bush. Katie slipped a hand behind her own head once more, in a comfortable position. She reached with her other hand and placed it on Beth’s round butt, resting her palm on the warm flesh, giving Beth a reassuring touch without distracting her.

  Beth moved her fingers ever-so-lightly over Katie’s soft dark pubic hair, up and down, up and down, in a steady ebb. “That’s so relaxing,” Katie murmured. Her eyes closed. Beth did not answer, staring unblinking as her fingers moved over the delicate mound.

  They laid that way for what seemed like hours. Katie every so often rubbed Beth’s ass, a gentle touch, letting Beth know she was there, not urgently but tenderly. Whenever Katie moved her hand, Beth turned her face down and kissed the smooth clean skin under Katie’s navel.

  Finally, just as Katie was just drifting off to sleep, her eyes fluttered open. Beth was kissing her again, moving closer and closer to Katie’s pubic hair. Katie sighed and rubbed Beth’s strong round butt once more. It was tight with tension.

  Beth’s lips touched Katie’s bush, and kissed. The bigger girl shifted her body, moving down. Katie moved also, helping her. Beth breathed heavily, kissing all around the patch of soft dark hair.

  Katie watched her. Slowly, she raised one knee up and over, exposing her vagina to Beth. Beth continued kissing around it, hesitating.

  Katie moved her hand from Beth’s ass to the ends of her long blonde hair. She slid her fingernails through the golden locks absently, as if combing a child’s tresses on a lazy day. “Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?” Katie asked.

  Beth sighed through her kissing.

  “I thought: that is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

  Beth made a sobbing noise, kissing harder.

  Katie kept speaking, as if in a dream: “Your long blonde hair, those wonderful big boobs of yours—they’re so beautiful, Beth, just like you are. I knew when I saw you. I introduced myself to you that day, and only you.”

  “I know,” Beth whispered between kisses.

  “I looked into your eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. And I saw…”

  Shaking, Beth moved her mouth to Katie’s wet slit, kissing and licking.

  “I saw,” Katie continued, breathing harder, “something in your eyes that made me ask myself, ‘Is this the one? Is this the person I’ve been waiting for all my life?’“

  Beth moaned a long, guttural cry. She ate Katie with abandon, still moaning. Inexperience delayed her, but she finally found Katie’s clitoris.

  “Oh, Beth,” Katie gasped. “Yes, honey.”

  Katie tried pulling Beth’s waist toward her to 69. But the bigger girl was too focused on her task, lost in the moment. Katie gave up. Her head flopped back down on the pillow. She closed her eyes, trying to find one of Beth’s hands to hold. Moments later, she moaned as the orgasm shook her: “Oh… Oh… God…”

  Beth lifted her face, staring at Katie’s vulva. She kissed it again, seeming reluctant to stop. Katie tugged at her blonde hair gently. Beth turned around and raised herself up, snuggling next to her.

  “I love you,” Katie said.

  “I love you. So much,” Beth breathed. “Was that good?”

  “Better than good. Did you like it?”

  “Yes,” Beth whispered.

  They kissed tenderly, holding each other as close as possible.

  Finally, Beth asked: “How can we do this?”

  Katie turned, startled. “What?”

  “I mean, how can we keep doing this? Camping out, every night… My folks are going to think we’re super weird. They’ll worry.”

  “Oh.” Katie sighed and settled back. “You’ll have to sleep over at my place. A lot.”

  “Aren’t your parents ever around?”

  “Rarely. If they are, they won’t notice. We’ll be fine.”

  Beth cuddled closer to Katie, gently squeezing Katie’s breast. “I want to do this with you every night,” Beth whispered.

  “We’re both graduating soon,” Katie said. “Then we can do whatever we want.”

  “You mean… move in together?” Beth lifted her head to look into Katie’s eyes.

  Katie smiled. “At the least. We can figure out the details later. But I’ve fallen for you, Beth Collins. I want to be with you, always.”

  Tears welled in Beth’s eyes. “I’m so happy. I don’t want this night to end.”

  Katie touched her face. “It’s not over yet. Kiss me.”

  She did. Katie’s fingers moved down and began massaging Beth’s warm, wet bush as they made out. Beth shifted her body, helping. Katie moved on top of her again as they prepared to enjoy the rest of the night, and the rest of their lives, together.

  The End

  Chilled

  “Once again, a cold front coming down no
rthern Massachusetts should hit the Wellesley area in just a few hours. So if you are inside, you might want to stay inside…”

  None of the girls paid attention to the local television news. Everyone in the dorm room was too busy enjoying the party. All of the attendees (and there were, as usual, only female attendees) were focused upon a circle of young women sitting cross-legged on the floor. The standing observers were squealing, shouting encouragement, and drinking. Most had been drinking since noon.

  Tracy, one of the two co-hosts, had minutes earlier shouted to the group: “Okay you guys, time for the Linda Lovelace Challenge.” Tracy explained to those who did not get the reference that Linda Lovelace was a ‘70s porn star, best known for her movie Deep Throat. It was said that Linda could swallow even the most well-endowed man; and all the way down, at that.

  Tracy withdrew an uncommonly long zucchini from her refrigerator. After warming it to room temperature on the “defrost” setting in a microwave, she had carefully marked off inches on the vegetable with a sharpie and a kitchen ruler, to the cheers of the assembled ladies. A few who accepted Tracy’s challenge sat on the floor in a circle per her instructions. The others stood, watching.

  “Uh. Can we, kind of, like, wash it or something?” asked the first participant, a brunette wearing a Wellesley College Widows t-shirt.

  “Why certainly, young lady,” jeered an inebriated friend, standing and watching from above. The friend affected a man’s deep voice: “‘I will be more than happy to go into the bathroom and wash my dick off before you place it into your oh-so-sanitary amuse-bouche!’”

  The girls howled. Amid the din the contestant looked at the floor, smiling sheepishly. She raised the zucchini. “You are absolutely right,” she said. “I have swallowed way, way more… unsanitary things than this!” Without further ado, she closed her eyes and began sliding the vegetable into her mouth. The crowd chanted numbers as the inch-marks disappeared past her lips: “One!… Two!… Three!…”

  The girl only made it to five inches. Amid general laughter and cries of “Weak!”, she handed off the zucchini to the next girl, a chubby redhead with glasses. The redhead brushed her hair from her face with great authority, wiped the vegetable on her shirt, and opened her mouth.