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L.A. Beat 4
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L.A. Beat - part 4
"I'would have never believed that I passed that history test
with a B", Kelly laughed. Donna agreed and picked a gorgeous
blouse from the rack, posing it to Kelly in front of her. "Oh
God", Kelly said, "now how come I missed that artifact? Please
give it me, I'll pay you anything for that!"
"No way", Donna said, searching the price tag. "I wonder what
David will say about this. He never makes any comments on
anything I wear."
Donna's words conjured an image in Kelly's mind she didn't want
to share with Donna. After all, she wouldn't probably
understand. Kelly had had a little discussion with David the
previous day: he had apologized and was still friends with
Kelly. She had promised not to tell Donna anything about their
little incident.
"Are you going to buy it?" Kelly asked, eager to grab the blouse
for Donna's smallest hesitation. Donna found the price tag and
nodded her eyebrows. She was on the egde, and Kelly tried to
invent something to make her give up. After all, Donna could
never spend $400 on a blouse unlike Kelly, who sometimes spent
$1000 an evening for new clothes she'd wear for a day or two.
"Well... no. You can have it. It's too expensive, and I was
going to buy new bikinis", Donna said, and Kelly had grabbed the
blouse before she could finish her sentence. Kelly examined the
garment greedily, ready to kill it with her credit card. For a
moment Donna thought she saw her ancient foremother come to
life, then the moment passed and she set her course to the
beachwear department.
"Do you think that David will like my wearing these", Donna
asked playfully. The bikinis were only slightly larger than the
amount of dollars on the price tag. Kelly was pretty amused of
Donna's chitchat how David never seemed to watch other girls
while they were in the beach together. Then her attention was
drawn to a pair of real killer bikinis, which would make every
beach hunk turn on his stomach when seeing her pass wearing
them. Though she had no intention of buying those - even less
actually wearing them in public, she remembered her Halloween
experience too well - she decided she wanted the kicks for
seeing how she looked like wearing them. Only she and the
mirror. She picked up the bikinis and went to try them on.
In a minute she was alone in a little room, a big mirror on one
wall, curtains on the other and her naked in the middle. She
stopped for a while to look at her naked body. Yesterday's
experiments hadn't altered her body in any visible way. She
released her hair and let it set itself free with a few
movements of her head. She noticed how it reached down to her
nipple when she struck some funny poses. To her surprise, she
managed to look like a nude Vogue cover for a while, then burst
laughing and picked up the bikinis.
"Kelly!" she heard Donna whisper. She instinctively covered her
pussy with the bikinis she held her right hand and her tits with
the left hand. "What is it?" she whispered back. Donna was just
behind the mirror wall, her voice obviously indicating some
problems.
"I can't understand how this wretched thing works!" Donna said
quietly but angrily.
"Wait a second, I'll be there to help you", Kelly said and
pulled her shirt and the bikini top on. She peeked between the
curtain and the wall that the route was clear - and of course it
was, it was a corridor sealed from the sight of curious male
customers, forced to follow their wives to choose from endless
row of clothes they couldn't differentiate from each other.
Donna was wearing the bikini bottom when Kelly came in. She was
also wearing the top, but it was hanging loose in a very ugly
way. She was battling with it when Kelly entered. Kelly closed
the curtain after her, which made Donna stop her efforts.
"Unbelievable, did they make this in Russia or what", Donna
said, her face blushing. Kelly smiled when she realized the
situation: Donna had faced the new generation of bikini tops.
Kelly had had difficulties coping with them, but now she used no
other kind of swimwear.
"Stand still", she giggled. "I will put them on you. These can
be a bit tricky at first." Donna turned around, facing the
mirror. Kelly stepped behind her and quickly succeeded in
putting them on Donna. For a while they examined her image in
the mirror, saying a word or two now and then, but something
wasn't right just then. "Now I think I know the problem. It
shouldn't be worn like that with breasts shaped like yours",
Kelly snapped. She quickly placed her hands on Donna's tits,
altering the position of the bikini top.
Donna, surprised of her friend's effectiveness, just stood
still, feeling her little hands working on her breasts. "Is
there something wrong with my breasts?" she asked shyly, unsure
of the situation. "No", Kelly said, checking her progress in the
mirror. Not yet perfect, but an improvement. Donna closed her
eyes and sighed. There was something unbelievably erotic on
Kelly's action she couldn't understand. "They are just
differently shaped than mine. Now I think that I got it. What do
you think of it now, Donna? Donna?"
Donna opened her eyes as if woken from a dream to harsh reality.
She cleared her throat and started telling how good it looked
like now when Kelly had done the great job she could have never
done herself and now the bikini looked just great. Kelly didn't
pay attention on her obvious avoiding and denying of something,
she just kept looking at her, smiling. Donna stopped her talking
and looked shyly into Kelly's eyes.
"Did you like my hands on your breasts?" she asked.
After a while, Donna nodded and turned away from Kelly, looking
at herself in the mirror.
"As I look at that top now", Kelly said, "I don't think that it
is still OK." She repeated what she had done a moment earlier,
but this time she concentrated on what was under the bikinis.
Her fingers found Donna's nipples and traveller around them,
making them harden. Donna's breathing became audible as Kelly
slowly approached her shoulder and gave it a kiss that barely
touched it. She followed her aura along the neck, caressing it
smoothly while removing the top with her hands. Donna shook a
bit when she saw her nipples appear in the mirror, but then
Kelly started caressing her ear nipple and brought her hands on
her breasts, letting the bikini top fall on the floor.
Donna brought her hands closer to Kelly's. She placed her
fingers between hers and started controlling her passionate
movements, gradually intensing them as her breasts swell.
Kelly's lips moved down the her neck and started their slow
journey along the spine. "Oh yes", Donna moaned as Kelly's
tongue massaged every single bone on her back.
When Kelly had reached her butt Donna moved theirs hands t the
waistline d guded them to grab the bikini bottom. Kelly
rolled it the her ankles, the smell of her passion intensifying
her wn. Donna turned around and sat down, spreading her legs.
The bikini bottom was still hanging from her other leg. Kelly
took a good look at her friend's virgin pussy lying front of
her. She couldn't decide whether to taste her beautiful breasts
or her pussy first. Donna was supporting herself on her elbows,
her head leaning back and her hands or her tits. Kelly dive into
her cunt, dying to taste her smell and compare it to her
memories of Andrea and Brenda.
"Oh YES", Donna moaned when Kelly touched her pussy with her
tongue. "Oooh, it feels so good! Ooh, do it to me!" she
whispered and placed her other hand on Kelly's neck. Kelly
probed her interiors, found her pulsating, swollen and delicious
clitoris and and caressed it with her tongue. Donna thought she
was going to die, the feeling was so intense. She wanted to grab
Kelly and do the same to her, she wanted Kelly to do it to her
at the same time, and the lust was so total that she wanted to
do everything to her at this very moment. She let her torso fall
on the floor and leaned her head as back as possible to see
Kelly in the mirror. All she could see was her blonde hair
rocking above her pussy, and she felt how her soft and wet organ
filled her vagina as nicely as it could ever be.
"I want you, Kelly, I want you right now to fuck me", she
demanded, moaning softly between and during each word. She sat
up, took Kelly on her armpits and pulled her face close to hers.
They kissed passionately while Donna placed herself in the
horizontal position and pulled Kelly above her. She slid her
hands under Kelly's bikinis and caressed her soft and cool butt,
travelling closer to her pussy every second. Kelly finally
pulled her bikinis and shirt off and threw them in the corner.
They wrapped their legs around each other, took one good look at
each other's lustful face and started the action as if
controlled by same mind.
Kelly started humping her, the sound of their genital hair
rubbing together making her wilder and wilder. Then she found
the position and the pace, and Donna relaxed like a medusa as
she took everything Kelly offered her. Their tits dangled
together, smoothly touching each other. Donna reached as far she
could with her hands and found the end of Kelly's vaginal lips
close to her asshole. This made Kelly ahh as she lost the
control of her body for a moment, the she regained it and went
on with making their pussies one. Kelly placed her arms under
Donna's shoulders and her head, running them through her hair
and neck.
"You feel so good", Donna said, then felt a sudden shiver of
pleasure which made her bite her teeth together and then cry a
little, sharp cry. Kelly lifted her torso up, offering her hips
a better way to move back and forth. The smooth, silky sound of
their pussy hair mixing was incredible. Donna inserted her
forefinger in Kelly's asshole and felt her anal muscles shiver
at the touch of her fingertip. "I'm going to come", Kelly
announced. "Just hold it right there, Donna, it feels so good.
It has never felt this good before."
Donna's clitoris felt how Kelly's love organ transformed and
started vibrating, as did her anal muscles around her finger,
and her face had the ultimate expression of pleasure. Her
thrusts stopped for a while, and Donna felt her clit covered
with something sticky and wet, then Kelly thrust once again,
this time very differently when compared to what she had done
before. She was coming, and she was coming good. For a moment
Donna was unsure of what to do, then the feeling on her pussy
took the control over her whole body. She had masturbated only
for a dozen times in her life, and this was so different. This
time she had her best friend with her, her whole body against
hers, feeling the mutual feeling.
er own orgasm reached its absolute climax when Kelly was
already calming down. Kelly inserted her tongue in Donna's mouth
and licked her tongue and teeth thoroughly. Donna took his
finger out of Kelly's asshole and dig them all in her sweating
butt. Their pussies were touching each other again, and now it
was her turn to lubricate them. Kelly fell on Donna, and for her
surprise she didn't feel heavy at all. "Oh God", she gasped.
"What a ride." Kelly gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
In a few moments Kelly had sneaked out after checking that the
corridor was safe. It was a quiet time of he day, so no-one had
heardthem. They both dressed quickly, took their shoppings and
headed towards the shop assistant who had been inventoring the
jacket racks. They paid for the things they wanted - Kely's
blouse and Donna's bikinis and went outside, giggling and
winking at each other. Donna put her sunglasses on as they
hopped on the car, telling Kelly that they'd now hit the beach
and try her new outfit out. "It felt really good", she said.
"But I want you to keep this as our secret. You mustn't tell
Brenda or Andrea anything about this. They'd think we are some
kind of freaks."
"Well", Kelly said, thinking how to continue, "I think that
they'd understand. You see, Donna... I think that you are now
entitled to know. This wasn't exactly my first time with a girl.
Even yesterday, in the beach with Andrea and Brenda..."
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"It is finished", Andrea said with high self-esteem and pulled
the paper out of the typewriter. She was still smiling as she
passed her article to Brandon, whose expression was mildly
shocked after reading the headline. "Beautiful Secrets", he said
aloud. "Oh no, Andrea. I know that you are serious, but they are
never going to let you print this."
"And why not?" Andrea snapped back, as if she didn't know. She
was just smiling her beautiful, innocent-looking smile, her head
slightly leaning to the left.
"Because..." Brandon said, reading the article forward, "Andrea,
this is a beautiful and well-written article on the subject. But
I don't think that the school is ready for this. You just can't
write about these things at the school's paper. I know it's
wrong, but that's the way it is."
"Now listen, Brandon. We have had editorials on drugs, teenage
sex, gun control and even rape. I think that we are facing the
ultimate hypocrisy of our society here." Andrea's voice had
suddenly frozen. "We must be able to talk about these things.
There is too much guilt and too much fear now, and I want to
change things."
Brandon read the next paragraph. It told about how high school
freshmen often broke themselves and their sexuality with stupid
experiments, often drunk, often with fear of getting caught or
seen. And there was an alternative for it, an alternative no-one
ever even whispered a word. It was safe, it taught you a lot
about your body and its reactions and it was free. It was
everyone's own beautiful secret. Masturbation. She had said it
aloud. Masturbation. The word itself was the beauty.
"I don't know about this chapter where you admit that you do
it", Brandon said, puzzled and confused. "I think that it is
too... raunchy for a high school paper."
"Raunchy?" Andrea asked with sudden fury. "What's the matter
with you, Brandon? I can't believe I heard you put it that way!
Of all the staff around here I expected you to support and
understand me in this. I guess I was wrong", Andrea said and
took the paper from his hand. She turned away from Brandon and
started reading, her face grim and sulking.
"Andrea, stop that. I didn't mean to say it like that", Brandon
tried to settle things between them. "I really think that what
you do is important and requires a lot of courage..."
"But it shouldn't! Everyone should be able to do the same with
no fear of consequences! Something in our world is really sick!"
Andrea's loud voice turned many heads in the room to see what
was happening. Suddenly she realized that and felt embarrassed.
One by one they went back to their work, constant typing filling
the air after a short while. Andrea blushed and told Brandon she
was sorry, and he accepted her apology.
"You're the boss", Brandon finally said. "If you want to run the
article, I can't stop you. I advice you not to, but if you
really think it is so important, then go ahead. After all, what
is the worst that could happen?"
"Yes, Brandon, I think that it is important. It is so important
that I want you to do something about it."
"Anything you say, boss", Brandon agreed jokingly.
"I want you to do a supporting article for this. In fact, it
should include a little survey on attitudes around here."
Brandon guessed what Andrea was going to say, tried to raise his
hands to defend himself and refuse, but Andrea was unstoppable.
"I want you to ask everyone... well, mostly the boys... about if
they do it and what they think about it. And what do they
fantasize about when they do it. Oh, and ask them also if they
have ever done it in groups, I think that some boys have
experiences of circle jerks..."
Brandon fell down laughing, and so did Andrea. "Perhaps I should
also ask how far they shoot", he said between his laughter, and
they both started laughing like maniacs. Brandon laughed so hard
he almost couldn't breathe. "Do that, and of course you must ask
when they did it for the first time, and ask if they've ever
fantasized about someone of their own sex, and ask which style
they prefer - do they caress the tip or the balls..."
It took ten minutes before the editorial staff could make them
stop laughing, wondering what could be that funny, and still
they just had to look at each other to start again.
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