This is a work of fiction. It has way too much graphic lesbian sex in it, and references to pee play. If you aren't supposed to be reading it, then don't. Please support the free board that posts this, because they're pretty nice to bring you such high quality literature for nothing. So, send them a few bucks, okay?
If you've read the series, "Lisa spreads her wings", found on www.nifty.org and other places, you can guess who E. J. is. These are brief glimpses into her life.
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Donnelly's scratchy voice on E. J.'s old call answering machine doesn't really give her all the clues she needs. "C'mon over to my sorority house tonight, we're having a beer bash. It'll be fun!" it says. E. J. isn't sure about that, though. She's afraid that Donnelly's sorority `sisters' will be snooty, and stuck up. And worse, they might give her a hard time because she's a lesbian.
E. J. really isn't a prude's image of what a lesbian looks like, though. Some misguided folks picture an old time bull dyke when they hear the word `lesbian'. That would be seriously misleading in E. J.'s case. She's 18, a perky blonde attending the University. She looks more like the stereotype of a cheerleader than a lesbian, about 5'6" tall, 120 pounds, 34 B breasts, ponytail, slim hips and athletic, there's few boys on campus who wouldn't cream in their jeans at the thought of getting in her panties.
E. J. has had her share of boys, alright, but besides satisfying her partner, she wants her partner to satisfy her. And in E. J.'s experience, that just isn't going to happen with a boy behind the stick. So she enjoys making love to other women and girls, and isn't inclined to go along with the herd. So far, it's worked just fine. Donnelly is her current girl friend, and though they have an open relationship, E. J. could see her way to spending the rest of her life with Donnelly.
Donnelly has dark brown hair to E. J.'s honey blonde, green eyes to E. J's blue, 5'4" to E. J.'s slightly taller height, 36 C cup breasts that E. J. loves to caress and suck, and a nicely trimmed pubic bush that E. J. loves to run her tongue through on the way home. E. J. and Donnelly love to play games, and just the other day had created a new pee game to pleasure each other.
Thinking of the fun that they had in the bathroom, E. J. slides her hand down inside her satiny panties, and dreamily strokes across her clit, and toys with her vaginal lips. As she repeats her movement across her tiny button, blood begins rushing to that spot, swelling her clitoris, and making it even more sensitive. As thoughts of the feel of Donnelly's hot pee running across E. J.'s stomach come back to her, E. J. feels her level of passion rising.
She idly dips her finger between her cunt lips, and the dry outside gives way to the nearly flowing interior of her steamy pussy. Her finger picks up her natural silky coating as her lubricant rushes to coat this invading digit, and E. J. works it around to ensure her finger is well coated with her juice. She closes her eyes, and imagines she's back in the bath tub, laying on her back, with Donnelly standing above her. As if in a dream, she can see Donnelly's fingers move over her pussy lips, to direct any flow of pee that might come out, where she desires it to go. In slow motion, E. J. sees the first spurt of urine shoot out from Donnelly's tight pink pussy, and like a golden spear, it's aimed directly for E. J.'s open and eager mouth.
She can almost taste the salty and slightly acrid golden pee as it enters her mouth, and the shock of the warm fluid entering her mouth causes her to swallow involuntarily at first, but then she recovers, to allow Donnelly's fluid to pool on her tongue, behind her teeth, so that she can savor Donnelly's intimate flavor and fragrance fully. She swallows then, leisurely and repeatedly, to fill herself on Donnelly's liquid essence. The tingling in E.J.'s pussy, fed by the licentious thoughts in her head, soon turns into a roaring overtaking E. J.'s brain, as her orgasm overwhelms her, and her fingers thrust in and out of her now-soaking pussy in an almost savage manner.
Opening her eyes, E.J. slowly returns to the actuality of finding herself alone by the phone stand, her right hand slowly, contentedly circling around her now sated clitoris. She slowly removes her fingers from her cunt, and brings them to her nose, finding them a mixture of her familiar cum smell, mixed with the now familiar odor of her piss. She confirms this observation, by tasting, then avidly sucking, her cum and pee tainted fingers and palm.
"Nice of her to ask," E. J. mutters to herself. "What am I gonna wear?" Searching through her wardrobe, more limited than that of most college freshmen, E. J. settles on a thin opaque floral blouse, and a light, brushed denim skirt with crossover sandals. She skips the panties and bra, still under the spell of her earlier orgasm, and hoping for sex before the night ends.
E. J. heads over to Donnelly's sorority house, a 15 minute walk through campus from her apartment, through a light coating of fallen oak and maple leaves, and on the way sees a good number of other students she knows, either from her classes or from her work at the coffee shop near campus, "The Daily Grind". She's never actually been inside the sorority house, though Donnelly has shown her the outside, and she's very nervous. She feels a lot better when one of the two matching huge white doors opens as she nears, and Donnelly's smiling face peers out.
"Oh, good, you're here," Donnelly exclaims, and, rushing outside, embraces E.J. She hugs Donnelly back, and is a little surprised when Donnelly kisses her on the lips.
"Aren't you gonna get in trouble if one of your sisters sees you kissing a girl?" E. J. asks in a whisper.
"Huh, I think half the girls here ARE lesbians, they just don't know it yet," Donnelly giggles back. "C'mon in!" E. J. enters and finds a nicely appointed, Victorian style living area, nearly jammed packed full of University students, male and female. The noise level is loud, which E. J. doesn't mind at all, and the music system's playing "Tear the Roof off this Sucker" by Parliament/Funkadelic. Over in a corner near a fireplace, a couple of girls are dancing together, but most people are standing, talking and putting their libidos in overdrive.
E. J. sees some girls she knows from intramural field hockey, and goes over with Donnelly to say hi. The girls give a little cheer when they spot E. J. negotiating her way over, and two of them surreptitiously cop a feel of her ass cheeks, in a fellow jock kind of way, of course (giggle). E. J. remembers the sessions in the showers with both of them, and wouldn't mind a repeat. She introduces Donnelly, and the girls from the team all greet her in a friendly way. Everybody's holding their mandatory beer, and Donnelly excuses herself to get E. J. and herself one.
While she's gone, Amanda, one of E. J.'s teammates that E. J. knows `quite well', says, "Looks like you're scoring already E. I'm jealous."
E. J. responds, "Hey, I've been going with Donnelly for a couple of months now. Don't you read the papers? But, uh, keep it to yourself, okay? Donnelly's not out, and she doesn't need any problems."
Amanda smiles, and says, "Gosh, E.J., you know I'd never kiss and tell. By the way, you goin' to be showering in the locker room any time soon?" The meaningful leer Amanda flashes E. J. makes it clear that Amanda's looking for a partner for the night, and that she's probably also had too much beer already.
E. J. grins at Amanda, and says, "Hey, you better take it easy with the beer, or you'll find yourself in bed with one of the football players." E. J. makes further small talk with her teammates until Donnelly gets back, and Donnelly hands her a beer. "Hey, who's that girl over by the red sofa?" E.J. asks Donnelly. "She's crying."
Donnelly looks over, then looks back to E. J., and says, "Very sad story, that. That's Casey Hopkins. She's got it bad for Ethan Wilson, you know, the halfback on the football team? He plays her like a yo-yo, basically whenever he's horny. She's so desperate to be loved she goes along with it. He just told her to buzz off, and he's hanging out with some skank from town. See, that's him over there." E. J. looks over to see a very good looking, well-built, jock type talking to a woman who looks like she's forty if she's a day, and feeling her ass whenever he thinks nobody's looking. The fact that he's three sheets to the wind, and the fact that the skank brays like a mule every time he does it, combine to make his actions less than subtle.
"Do you know Casey?" E. J. asks Donnelly.
"Yeah, and I wish I could do something for her," Donnelly replies.
"Well, the least we could do is take her mind off her problem," E. J. answers.
"Hey, E. J., she's not gay, or even bi," Donnelly says.
"Is it ALWAYS sex with you, Donnelly?" E. J. asks, in an exasperated manner. "I'd want somebody, anybody, to take my mind off heartbreak if it was happening to me." Donnelly and E. J. make their way over to Casey, who's trying, fairly unsuccessfully to hide her tears. Donnelly introduces E. J. to Casey. E. J. asks Casey if she's in Philosophy 210 on Tuesdays and Thursdays in Cammer Hall, and Casey smiles for the first time, and says that she is. The two of them start to get involved in a discussion of Plato's theories that the course instructor has been laying out for them, and when E. J. feels a brush at her arm and looks up, she sees Donnelly mouth the words, "I'll be right back," and E. J. nods her understanding.
E. J. and Casey's conversation ranges all over the spectrum. E. J. learns that Casey has led a very sheltered life, that she's not had a boyfriend until Ethan, if you could count him as a boyfriend, which E. J. doubts. She also learns that Casey is away from home for the first time, and she begins to understand why Casey is so dependent on Ethan. E. J. says, "Listen, Casey, would you mind if I introduced you to some of my friends? You've got a lot of good ideas, and interesting thoughts, and folks would like to hear them." Casey brightens at hearing this.
"Yes, I'd love to, E. J., thank you very much!" With that, Casey snags a passing beer, and swallows nearly the whole thing in one long swallow. E. J. looks at her in a way she must feel is odd, because she explains, "I promised myself that I'd join in the drinking, if only a little bit, to relax and be more personable."
E. J. says, "Hey, if you're not used to that, you really need to be careful, okay?" Casey nods and smiles.
Just then, a tipsy looking sorority sister comes stumbling over to where E. J. and Casey are standing. E. J. recognizes that she's the one Donnelly calls "Queen Bitch." Lots of money, pick of boys, self-righteous, you know the type.
"You'd better be careful, there, little girl. You're with a carpet muncher!" the drunk student blurts out.
"I beg your pardon?" responds Casey.
"A bull dyke, a lesbo, a carpet muncher. Thinks she's too good for guys. You know, a queer. E. J.'s a queer. She likes fucking girls. Better watch out, people will call you queer, too!" With that the intoxicated sister wanders off, leaving a shocked Casey and an angry E. J. in her wake.
"I'm sorr-" E. J. begins, but she's interrupted by Casey.
"The nerve of her to make up a story about you like that!" Casey fumes. "She ought to have her mouth washed out with soap!"
"Well, to be honest, Casey, it's true," E. J. responds, "though I wouldn't have used quite those same words."
Casey looks at E. J. in amazement. "It's true?" she says. From then on out, Casey asks E. J. dozens of questions regarding her being a lesbian. Where does she meet girls, what does she do on dates, do her parents know, the list seems endless. Finally, E. J. says, "Look, Casey, why all the questions? I'm grateful you didn't freak out, but I feel like I'm on 60 Minutes!"
Casey looks down at the floor for the longest time, then slowly brings her eyes up to E. J.'s face. E. J. notices that Casey has lovely brown eyes, to go with her long chestnut hair.
"Can we go outside and talk about it, E. J.?" Casey says softly.
"Sure," responds E. J. "Let me just tell Donnelly, okay?" E. J. explains the situation to Donnelly, who says that whatever E. J. wants to do is fine with her, just be careful. Casey and E. J. make their way out, but on the way, E. J. says, "Hey, I have to hit the bathroom, okay?" E.J. threads her way through the crowd to one of the floor bathrooms, which are located at the end of a wing, past several of the sisters' bedrooms. She goes into the stall, and lowers her skirt so that it's bunched on her feet, then she sits on the toilet seat. She feels the pleasure of releasing her urine. It dribbles at first, then forms a stream that hits against the front inside of the porcelain. E. J. idly strokes her clit, as she thinks back to the sexy session that she and Donnelly had a few days before. God, she'd been so hot!
The more she strokes her swelling pink clit, the harder it is for her pee to come out, so she stops caressing herself, then decides to cup her hand below her urine stream to catch some, feeling naughty. She wets her hand with piss, then brings it up to her lips and licks her wet hand. The salty taste of her piss brings a tingle to her pussy, and she quickly stabs a finger into her moistening hole, deeply penetrating herself, while stroking her clit once again and peeing on her fingers.
She quickly reaches an orgasm, and shudders as waves of ecstasy pass over her, radiating outward from her insatiable pussy. Finally, the sensations ebb, then cease, and she can finish peeing. She grabs a wad of toilet paper from the roll, and dabs at her vaginal area to remove the splattered piss as best she can. After she's assured she's dry, she stands up, throws the toilet paper in the toilet, pulls up her skirt, and gives her hand a last sniff. Exiting the stall, she washes and dries her hands, then leaves the bathroom.
Walking back down the hall, she hears a noise, like a gasp, coming from one of the bedrooms. Since the door's ajar, she feels few qualms about easing it open to see what's going on. Looking into the dim light of the bedroom, after her eyes adjust she makes out the form of the drunk girl, "Queen Bitch," who had called her a "queer." She's on her knees, between the legs of the skank that Ethan had been with. The skank is on her back, with her skirt off, and her legs pulled up to her chest. Drunk girl is tonguing skank's ass hole and fingering herself, and skank is gasping with pleasure to beat the band.
E. J. quietly backs out of the room, grinning to herself. "Huh," she says. "Huh." She gets down to the front door, where Casey's waiting.
Casey says, "What are you grinning about?"
E.J. just shakes her head and says, "I promise I'll tell you...someday." E. J. and Casey leave the party and start walking across campus. E. J. is very surprised when, in a dark area at a pedestrian bridge, Casey takes her hand and says, "Can we stop and talk here, E. J?"
"Sure," says E. J. They sit down on a beautifully stained wood bench that's set back from the walkway, in a tiny little courtyard surrounded by shrubbery. E. J. sits first, and notices that Casey takes the opportunity to move in close, next to E. J.
"I'm so nervous," Casey starts. E. J. reassures Casey, that she's with a friend, and she can tell her anything she wants. She is surprised, though, when Casey blurts out that she's interested in having sex with another girl.
E. J. says, "I guess I can understand that you might have had a bad experience with some guy, and...", hoping that Casey will fill in the blanks. She does, but explains that Ethan wasn't the real problem, he was just a leech trying to take advantage of Casey's confusion. Casey says that she has always felt an unnamable attraction to girls, but didn't know what to do about it. She had read some erotic lesbian stories on the Internet, and has never felt the thrill before that she gets from them. She's even written to one of the authors and flirted with her via email. She wants to know and experience more, but doesn't know what to do. Finally, she slows and then stops speaking. She looks in E. J.'s eyes for the longest time, and then Casey brings her lips to E. J.'s.
They kiss, the skin of their lips touching, but not pressing. Their lips stay in contact, then press harder as though by mutual consent. E. J. turns her head slightly, so that their lips fit better together, and she feels Casey open her mouth slightly. E.J. takes that as assent to go on, and slowly slides her tongue forward to Casey's lips. She can feel the slightly rough skin at Casey's lips, and then her tongue moves further in to the slicker, wetter interior of Casey's mouth, feeling the heat from Casey's sweet breath. Then, as though to greet her, E. J. finds Casey's tongue waiting for her tongue, and the two wrestle, gently.
Casey sighs unexpectedly, and the motion forces E. J. even deeper inside Casey's warm and willing mouth. E. J.'s hand goes up to Casey's breast, and gently caresses her there. She immediately notices that Casey's not wearing a bra, and her excitement is given away by her erect nipple. The nipple feels small, but very hard, through the thin fabric, and Casey rolls her body under E.J.'s finger, bringing her hand over E.J.'s to press E. J.'s hand harder on her firm, but plump, breast.
They kiss for a long, long time, but finally break apart, both breathing a little heavily.
"Wow," says Casey. "That was REALLY nice!"
"Yeah," says E. J., It REALLY was."
"Can we go, somewhere?" asks Casey.
"You mean like my place?" responds E.J.
"Yeah," answers Casey shyly. They make their way back to E. J.'s apartment, and close the door behind them.
"I don't want to come between you and Donnelly, E. J.," Casey says.
E. J. smiles, and says, "The kind of relationship that Donnelly and I have, we'd WANT you to come, between us. Uh, in a manner of speaking..." Casey looks blank for a moment, then her eyes widen, and she grins back at E. J. "Wow!" she says.
E.J. doesn't want to talk anymore, so she walks over to Casey, and begins unbuttoning Casey's blouse, letting it fall open so that she can look at Casey's cute, plump breasts, capped with erect pink nipples. She slides her hands outward from Casey's swan-like neck on her smooth, silky shoulders, under the blouse, and lifting her fingers, causes the blouse to fall off Casey's shoulders and flutter to the floor. E. J. brings her mouth down to Casey's perfectly round right breast, and lightly sucks her erect nipple into her mouth, rolling it between her tongue and lips. Although small, her nipple feels and tastes perfect in E. J.'s mouth.
Casey groans from the pleasure shooting through her body, originating at this nipple. Her hands reflexively go to the back of E. J.'s head, to pull her mouth closer to her breast. "Oh, god, E. J., that feels so good! Suck my nipple, please!" she hisses through clenched teeth. E. J. continues sucking and licking Casey's perfect breast, but switches over to the other breast after a minute or two. "Oh, yeah, god, you're so good!" Casey exclaims, running her fingers through E. J.'s long, silky hair.
E. J. brings her hands down to Casey's shapely thighs while she's sucking her, and molds one hand against Casey's beautifully round ass, and runs the other down the back of her slim thigh until it reaches the hem of her skirt. She lifts her hand, bringing the hem of her skirt up with it, and baring Casey's leg. Her hand continues up, now under the skirt, until she feels Casey's cotton panties under her fingers. She slips a finger under the cotton, and directly into the crease of her ass globes, to within an inch of Casey's anus.
"Please, please," Casey murmurs. E. J. hesitates. She doesn't want to take this beyond Casey's desires, but, the girl is SO hot! "Please, E, J....please fuck me." E. J. feels a burst of passion at this girl's awakening to sensuality. She removes her lips from Casey's nipple, and brings her mouth, hard, to Casey's. The girl's mouth is open and ready for E. J.'s hot tongue, and readily accepts the invasion. E. J.'s fingers return to Casey's hot butt, and she slides her hand under Casey's panties, so that her pointer finger is now touching the tight, puckered flesh surrounding Casey's sweet anus.
However, Casey also takes the opportunity to explore her new lover. Her hands drop down to E. J.'s skirt, and with less grace than E. J. but just as frantically, she's lifting up E. J.'s skirt to stroke her firm thighs. She hesitates, as though in shock, when she detects no panties to impede to her progress. Undaunted, she brings one hand between E. J.'s thighs and strokes her puffy pussy lips, and her finger quickly becomes coated with E. J.'s silky secretions. Her other hand goes around E. J.'s rear end, mimicking E. J.'s movements, and she runs her hand quickly over E. J.'s anal crease, as though embarrassed.
E. J. breaks their kiss, and feeling particularly naughty, looks Casey straight in her beautiful eyes, and says, "I love to have my ass hole stroked and fucked. Put your finger on my anus, and slowly push it in." Casey can't believe that another woman is giving her directions to fuck her ass with a finger, and blood rushes to her face and clit, equally. She feels like she's on fire all over.
As if from far away, Casey hears a voice say, "Fuck my ass, too. Your finger feels so good there!" Dimly, she realizes that it's her voice begging a woman to put a finger in her tight rear end. She feels, simultaneously, the nerve endings in her anus registering a slim digit invading her virginal rear entry, and the numerous nerve endings in her own finger transmitting the tightness of E. J.'s anus surrounding her finger. She slowly slides it in, reveling in the delicious sensation.
Both of the young lovers shudder to deep orgasms in each others arms. Casey feels her skirt slide down to the floor, and wiggles her hips to help the panties join them in a heap. Standing before her new lover totally nude, she raises her hands over her head in ecstasy, to allow E. J. access to any part of her she might desire. "You can do anything with me, E. J.," she murmurs.
E. J. slowly removes her own blouse, revealing her perfect breasts to Casey, who licks her lips in anticipation. E. J. continues by dropping her own skirt to the floor so that she, too, is naked. She steps into Casey's embrace, and they savor the sensations their stiff nipples rubbing against each other provoke. Their hands drop down to the other's dripping pussies.
To be continued...I promise!
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