All characters are over the age of 18.
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Erika
There's a certain kind of feeling you get from waking up with your bare skin against your sheets. A nice relaxing feeling followed by a sense of dread. You're not supposed to sleep this way. Not sure what judgements people would bestow upon me if they knew, but I'm sure not all of them would be welcoming. It's a shame we have to spend so much of our lives pleasing those kind of people.
But for now it's just with me and my blankets, with no clothes to keep us apart. "Fuck dread," I think. I'm just going to enjoy this. No elastic on my skin here, only the feeling of cloth rubbing against my skin without any constriction. It's just molding itself to whatever contortions my body may make with no requirements on my part.
Suddenly the blanket rubs against my vagina. It brings my attention to its wetness, and how much more wet I could make it if I wanted to. I move my hand down to feel it. Not doing anything yet, just feeling the warmth of my hand against it. Feels good. I do a tiny little stroke down the centre. Nothing to start me up, but enough to remind myself how good I can make myself feel. Spend a little time on my clit too, cause why not.
But enough of that, there'll be time for that later. Now to get up. I stand, exposing my nakedness to the morning light of my room. I take a moment to feel the air. Even though I've done this before it still feels odd to me. I wish it didn't. My brain's still set to worry about what would happen if my parents barged into my room to feel at ease. That's a shame. I imagine how good it would feel to stand there and feel completely comfortable in my body.
I take a moment to stand in the mirror. I can see how people could see me and think of nothing but sex. There's my vagina after all. Still, I can't help but wonder if they're missing something else. I understand the necessity of clothes. To escape the brutality of nature we created a construction we call society. To support this construction we needed to become a part of it, hence clothes. Yet, there seems to be something to us that's outside of this construction. Something that can only be embraced without clothes. If only there were more chances for that.
Well, I could stand around being the nude philosopher or I could put on my person uniform. Let's see which color under the sun should I choose. I'm sure everyone will give a shit what I'm wearing today. Hmmmm, yellow, blue or green?
Michael
I lie down in my bed desperately trying to rub one out. It's very hard to stop when you've already started. I wish I could get on with my day already but I don't want the memory of my hard on tainting the rest of the day. Spending the day recalling the morning wood I chose to vainly ignore, only to have the vestiges of my horniness come in and out of my system as I try to do other things. Better to just take care of it right now. This isn't a world where sexuality can flow clean through. It has to be compartmentalized, saved for behind closed doors. And this is me compartmentalizing.
I briefly think about throwing my sheets off of me. Cumming is in part a mental game and maybe being laid bare would do the trick? I decide against it, not sure of who could see, there's no lock on my door. Not that much of an exhibitionist for that I guess. And it has never been about the power of being able to make someone see me like that, it has always been about feeling the quiet acceptance someone can feel when they witness me doing something that others would frown on.
Suddenly I hear my sister Erika opening her door. I wrap the blanket around myself. A little while ago I saw her going from her bedroom to the bathroom completely nude. I don't know how to feel about my sister being the one who did this, but I sure know how I felt about the action itself. I wanted to know if it was going to be another one of those days, maybe that could be the thing that sets me off.
Unfortunately it was a gray black day, not a nude day. Slightly disappointed, I went back to my bed. Still the memory gave me another pulse through my nether region. Maybe that would be enough to finish what I started.
Erika
I spread some butter on my toast. Looks like I won't be looking skeletal thin any time soon. Judging from what I saw in the mirror though, any guy would be lucky to have me. Maybe if I ever grow a gut I can make like a rabbit and carrot my way through breakfast. Until then though I think I'll revel in simple pleasures, And I want to eat breakfast quickly so that I can quickly get over to Lizzie's house. There's sure to be many a pleasure there.
I do the travel thing and knock on Lizzie's door. The door opens and simple pleasantries abound. Nothing to stop us from the main course. She goes upstairs, I follow. I guess it's kind of awkward as we're both girls, no natural power structure to dive into. But soon we'll get to the point where power won't matter.
I enter her room. She closes the door. Words are just an obstacle now. She begins to take off her shirt. I take off mine. She takes off her pants, I follow suit.
We've seen each other in the flesh so much that you'd think we could skip to full nudity, but no. We have to get under the covers first. I for one would vote to look at her naked point blank for a bit while she looks at me, I like the view and I liked to be viewed. I can have my face buried in her crotch but I can't fully see her. Perhaps if I ask, but there's always the specter of awkwardness. Awkwardness has killed many a relationship, and I don't want whatever I have going on here to fall victim to it.
It's never been defined, it just happened one sleepover and hasn't stopped. We used to talk about all sorts of things, boys, school, hopes. Now we just sort of lick and lie. Don't get me wrong, I like licking, but one day I hope we can have the best of both worlds.
Still though I just feel defeated, even though I'm about to take her panties off. Who knew you could do that and still feel estranged. With her vagina inches away from me I take a deep breath and do my thing.
I don't know if I'm good at this. Her sounds seem to say yes but I always wonder if there's a hint of desperation in them. As a vagina owner myself, you'd think I'd for sure know how to operate one. Yet I'm still an amateur at this. I certainly couldn't practice on myself so her moans are my only guide.
Hoping I had warmed her up enough, I got to the clit. She once told me she liked circles around it. Maybe my tongue needs to hit the gym a bit because that gets tiring very fast. I wonder if there's a way to make it so my tongue doesn't rub against my teeth so much. Or maybe I don't need to make my tongue so tense.
As much as I may complain, I still like this. It makes me feel like I was growing. I remember thinking about sex when I was 16, now it's not thinking I do. My thinking could never imagine the smell and taste I feel. It could never imagine the way her hand sometimes goes down to my hair, brushing it before moving away. It's those things that keep me coming back, the tantalizing possibilities of what sex can offer.
I'm not gay, at least I don't think so. I'm not even sure I'm bi. As far as I can tell I'd rather be doing this with a man. It's just I've never met the right man. Most are so closed off, even the most macho and brash of men, I look at them and all I see is fear. I don't want to fuck fear, I'd rather fuck Lizzie. Lizzie may be a little closed off, but at least there was still a person there, not a projection. I was just looking for a person I could explore my sexuality with. Lizzie ended up being that person. Pity exploring her personally didn't come with it.
Who am I to judge though? Haven't you heard the parade of neuroticism that's entered my brain? The thoughts of a coward is what they are, a coward who was able to strike up enough nerve to stick her tongue up her friend's snatch but a coward nonetheless. I guess it really is easier to fuck a girl than to get to know her.
Finally she was finished. Got my tongue stained with girl cum as a reward for my efforts. Looks like it's my turn to lie back and feel the ride. I take of my panties and even my bra too, why not? She still chooses to keep her bra on. Don't know how I should feel about this, all I know is that I like being naked. Can't say why she won't join me.
I don't know why I'm still thinking. I'm fucking living out a wet dream and yet I'm still pent. This very much could be fun, yet I've found a way to make it less. Don't get me wrong, I'm about to get my box licked. I'd give that a like on Facebook if I could. However... Enough with the howevers, maybe it's time to just lie back and let Lizzie do what she does.
... That didn't last long. There's always commentary to be had. Fuck you brain. Maybe I should do meditation, clear my thoughts. If you were wondering what I was thinking, it entered my mind how much more I enjoyed doing the licking. I guess ring around the clitoris doesn't do it for me. Maybe a strap on could work, but that seems like the penis equivalent of a veggie burger.
I think it has something to do with control, or maybe with learning, or... I don't know. There's always a maybe with me. Let me think of an ideal reality for me. It would be me and Lizzie in a field somewhere, all alone. We're both naked. We move to each other and embrace, maybe we fuck or maybe we've already fucked. One less thing to worry about.
Anyway we're just standing there, hugging, maybe kissing. This is my fantasy, I get to have maybes here. I'm selfish like that. What matters is we're naked and holding each other, without a blanket to cover ourselves. Our nakedness is not a prelude to sex but rather an end into itself. A scaffold to build trust and intimacy on. I don't know in details what we say to each other, but it's nice. Then we withhold our embraces for now, and walk off together to parts unknown.
Instead we're in bed and she's wearing a bra. Maybe I should tell her about my fantasy, or maybe I should continue letting her eat me out. She is getting few gasps out of me though. Gasping is good. I think I should tell her though, but I don't. As I said before, I'm a coward. Coward's don't talk hopes and dreams.
