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Torn (ff)
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Subject: Torn(ff)
TORN
Michelle briefly met a woman's stare from across the room. It
was no ordinary stare; she could see the lust in those eyes. It didn't
bother her, though, nearly as much as it had earlier in the evening. She
was even somewhat flattered by it.
Upon her arrival at the party, Michelle had felt very out of
place. Surrounded by countless women she didn't know who all seemed to
treat her like an object, she had virtually attached herself to Suzie in
search of comfort. The stares bothered her the most. Vacant Eyes
seemed to scan up and down her body, faces smiling slightly, obviously
lost in the sight they were taking in.
The clothes she was wearing didn't help. Suzie had chosen them
for her. She wore a black leather mini-skirt (it was real leather, Suzie
had assured her) with no panties, and a plain white button-down blouse.
The blouse was not buttoned in front, though. The two corners of the
material were gathered up and tied into a knot above her navel, leaving
her midriff bare along with a strip of skin running vertically between
her breasts. The shirt was too small for her, and clung tightly to her
lovely breasts. In addition, she wore a pair of black spiked heels that
made it somewhat difficult to walk. The outfit was much racier than
anything she would have chosen for herself, but Suzie had insisted.
Suzie had insisted. Just like Suzie had insisted that she come
to the party in the first place. It shouldn't mean anything to her,
Michelle told herself, that Suzie insisted. Indeed, she tried to
convince herself that it didn't. What would her boyfriend say if he
knew? He would break up with her; Michelle knew that for sure. So why
had she gone then? Because Suzie had asked her to.
Suzie was a great fuck, Michelle told herself, that's why she had
come. She used that exact term in her head, "great fuck," because it
emphasized the physical part of it. She just liked the sex, that was
all. It didn't mean she was gay or bisexual. She just liked the sex.
The party had been very awkward at first. A house full of gay
women. Suzie had known everyone and Michelle no one. She'd been
introduced all around, but the other women didn't seem to take her
seriously. They smiled and said hello, then remarked to Suzie how lucky
she was.
Michelle had felt a certain amount of pride that she was on the
arm of, in her opinion, the most beautiful woman at the party. Suzie was
tall, perhaps 5' 10", and very thin. Her face was stunning; indeed, she
often worked as a model in the spare time from her job as a flight
attendent. Her light brown hair, matching her eyes in color, was cut almost
boyishly short, but definitely not butch. Michelle wasn't sure of her
age, but guessed her to be in her mid-twenties. Her body had all the
appearences of youth. Her breasts were perhaps smaller than average but
rested high and firm on her chest. She was trim all over, with nicely
toned muscles and not a trace of excess fat. Generally hidden from view
was the sight that had amazed Michelle--her hairless pussy. Even more
remarkable was the even lightly tanned color of her skin; there were no
tan lines, no white spots where a bathing suit should have obscured the
sun's rays.
Michelle was dwarfed by Suzie in stature. The college freshman
stood just over five feet tall. Her curves were more clearly defined
than Suzie's; she had larger breasts and wider hips, yet she was not any
less perfect because of it. Indeed, she conformed more closely than
Suzie to what could be called the "ideal body." Not the tall thin type
that was good for modeling, but the type one was likely to see in
Playboy. Michelle had often been told that her eyes were her best
feature. Hazel in color, they sparkled in the light in a way that lit up
her entire face. Her hair, dark brown and slightly curly, stretched down
her back almost to her waist.
Most of the women at the party Michelle did not find attractive
at all. There were plenty who were just ugly, and many others who may
have been pretty but managed to disguise it with their masculine dress.
A few were beautiful and dressed to show it off, but this was definitely
the minority.
Seeking to alleviate her discomfort, Michelle had turned early on
to beer. Suzie was not drinking, but many other women were. Michelle
did not often drink, but thought it might help to make her feel more at
home.
She was right. After only a couple beers, she was feeling
buzzed, and began to loosen up. She started participating in some
conversations, and returning stares that were given her. Each time she
returned a stare she would press herself a little closer against Suzie,
as if to say, "She's got me, so too bad."
As Michelle approached the bottom of her third beer, Suzie led
her outside where it was quieter to talk.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Pretty good, now," Michelle replied. She was sober enough that
her actions would not be affected, but her thoughts were perhaps slightly
blurred.
"You're having a good time?"
"Yeah, great! I was uncomfortable at first, but now I'm getting
into it."
Suzie smiled. "Good. I can't wait till it's over, though. I'm
burning up underneath these pants."
Suzie was wearing a pair of levi's. She snaked an arm around
Michelle's waist and pulled her close. Michelle rose up on her toes to
meet Suzie's lips. They held the kiss for several seconds, then broke away.
Suzie spoke. "Out of curiosity, what did you have to tell your
boyfriend to make it here?"
"I told him I was visiting a friend for the night. He wasn't too
happy about it, since I hadn't told him in advance. I managed to pacify
him, though."
"Really? How exactly?"
"Well...let's just say I was washing the cum out of my hair
afterwards."
Suzie laughed. "Cum in your hair? A small price to pay." Then
she gathered Michelle up in her arms again and kissed her, this time
letting her tongue probe into the other's mouth while her hands grabbed
ahold of Michelle's ass through her skirt.
They returned to the party after a couple minutes, and Michelle
grabbed another beer.
"Are you sure you can handle that?" Suzie asked.
"Sure, no problem. I drink all the time. I can handle it."
Suzie knew she was lying, but didn't say anything. After all, if
Michelle got a bit drunk it wouldn't hurt anything. Besides, she seemed
to be enjoying herself now.
She was still enjoying herself an hour and a few beers later. In
fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. She no
longer minded the stares. Rather, she returned them with as much lust as
she received. It was an act, but she made it look realistic enough. In
reality, she wasn't interested even remotely in anyone in the room aside
from Suzie, but it wouldn't hurt anyone to have a little fun.
To keep from wobbling as she walked, Michelle discarded her high
heels. She leaned heavily on Suzie for support. The music was
blaring...smoke filled the room...voices all around...Suzie's hand
climbing slowly up her thigh...
* * *
Michelle awoke disoriented. Where was she? She sat up and
surveyed her surroundings. She was on a bed, naked. There were no
covers on the bed; she noticed them thrown onto the floor to the side.
She was relieved to see Suzie's naked form sleeping beside her. She
thought back to the night before. What had happened? It all seemed like
sort of a blur.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. Her eyes scanned the
room, hoping for a clue as to where she was. It was a small bedroom,
littered with various articles of clothing and adjoined to a bathroom.
She did not recognize it.
Suzie stirred next to her. "Morning," she mumbled to Michelle,
still in the process of waking up. Michelle leaned over and softly
kissed her cheek. "Good morning."
Suzie stretched and yawned, sitting up beside Michelle on the
bed. "So, how are you feeling?"
"Not bad. A slight headache, I guess. Other than that, fine."
Suzie shook her head. "You're lucky. Do you have any idea how
much you drank last night?"
"None at all. In fact, I can't seem to remember much of anything."
Suzie looked surprised momentarily, then a mischievous smile
spread across her face. "Really? That's too bad. It was...interesting."
"What? What happened?"
"Oh, I don't know, nothing much I guess."
"Come on, Suzie! You have to tell me!"
"Do I? I think it might be more fun to keep it my little secret."
Suzie was laughing, but Michelle didn't think it was funny.
"Please? At least tell me where we are."
"We never left the party. We're in a back bedroom now."
"Suzie, please, you have to tell me!"
"Well, what will you do for me if I do?"
"I'll do whatever you want, I just have to know!"
"All right then. But first, I'm going to take a shower."
Suzie rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, shutting
the door behind her. Seconds later, Michelle heard the water turned on.
She let out a frustrated sigh. Well, Suzie would tell her. She just had
to wait for it.
While she was waiting, she decided to look for her clothes. She
sifted through all that was on the floor, but was unable to find them.
She found Suzie's jeans, but that was all. This was a bit of a problem.
What had happened to her clothes? She couldn't leave the room without
them. She could use some of the clothes strewn around the floor, but
they all seemed to be several sizes too large for her. So, unable to do
anything else, she sat on the bed and waited for Suzie to return.
The water turned off, and a few seconds later Suzie opened the
bathroom door and entered the bedroom, soaking wet. Michelle found the
sight incredibly arousing. When she saw the look on Suzie's face, she
rose from the bed and went over to her.
They embraced tightly, Suzie's wet skin pressing against
Michelle. They kissed fiercely, rapidly moving towards the bed without
ending their embrace. Suzie pushed Michelle back onto the bed and
climbed on top of her, pressing their breasts firmly against each other.
Michelle felt Suzie's erect nipples push against her own, and moaned
softly. Suzie moved her way slowly down Michelle's torso, her tongue
running all over the smooth skin while her hands kneaded her breasts.
Impatient, Michelle pushed her down faster until she was no longer atop
her, but between her legs.
Suzie forced Michelle's legs as wide as they would go, feeling
the tendons in her inner thighs go taut. She wasted no time, hungrily
devouring the furry mound damp from Michelle's desire. Michelle's
fingers intertwined behind Suzie's head, holding her close while her hips
moved in jerky reflex motions, seeking out Suzie's tongue. That tongue
swirled around the sensitive clitoris, eliciting deep, throaty moans from
its subject. It penetrated deep between the swollen labial lips, lapping
at the moisture which trickled out.
"Oh, yes! Oh, Yes! Oh, Suzie,Suzie, yes!"
Michelle continued repeating Suzie's name, over and over, louder
and louder as she appreoached the climax. When it hit, she arched her
back sharply and let out a high-pitched squeal. She lifted her hips from
the bed and held them suspended, moving them in tiny circles, seeking to
milk every drop of pleasure she possibly could from the orgasm.
Suzie looked up at Michelle from between her legs and smiled.
"How was that?"
Michelle, still panting, replied, "It was the greatest! You make
me feel so good!"
Suzie crawled up on the bed beside Michelle. She kissed her
softly, and Michelle tasted her own fluid on Suzie's lips.
"My turn," she said, and rolled off the bed. She knelt on the
floor beside it, and positioned Suzie so her hips were right on the
edge. Suzie rested her legs on Michelle's shoulders, allowing easy
access to her cleanly shaven pussy.
Suzie's arousal was so great that it took Michelle very little
time to bring her off. She pumped two fingers in and out of her cunt
while sucking powerfully on her clit. Suzie let out a constant barrage
of words the entire time.
"Oh, yes, baby, oh, yes, do it baby, oh yes, your tongue feels
soooooo good, oh yes, fuck me with your tongue baby, put it in there, oh
yes, oh yes, don't stop, oh yes, oh, right there, yes, oh!"
When it was over, Michelle lay beside Suzie on the bed, rested
her head on the other's chest, and fell asleep.
* * *
Michelle awoke some time later and found herself alone on the
bed. There was a note from Suzie. "Be back in a while," it said simply.
Now Michelle was beginning to get a bit annoyed. She had no idea
where Suzie was or when she would be back, but she had to wait here for
her. Suzie had driven to the party, so Michelle couldn't get back alone,
and besides, she hadn't yet found her clothes. For the first time, she
wondered what time it was. It had to be at least noon, but there was no
clock in the room. Her boyfriend would be wondering why she hadn't
called, but there was no phone in the room, either.
So she waited for a while, growing increasingly more frustrated
by the minute. Finally the door to the bedroom opened. She expected
Suzie to walk in, but was shocked when it was another woman. Michelle
quickly rolled off the bed and grabbed the sheet from the floor, wrapping
herself in it.
"Oh! I'm sorry," the women said. "I didn't know you were still
here. Where's Suzie?"
"I don't know. She left a note saying she'd be back soon."
"Hmm. Are you going to wait for her?"
"I have to. She drove me here. By the way...you wouldn't happen
to know what happened to my clothes, would you?"
"You were wearing the black mini, right?"
"Yeah, and a white blouse."
"I'll see if I can find them."
The women left the doorway to go look, leaving the door open. In
a few minutes, she returned.
"I found the skirt," she said, tossing it onto the bed. "I
couldn't find the blouse, though. I think it might have gotten thrown
out. It did get pretty ruined last night, you know."
Michelle was puzzled. "What do you mean? How did it get ruined?"
Now the woman looked puzzled. "You mean you don't remember?"
Michelle shook her head. The woman chuckled. "Well, that's
interesting. If you need anything, I'll be in the living room."
She turned to leave. "Wait!" Michelle called after her. "What
happened last night? Suzie wouldn't tell me!"
"Well, if Suzie wouldn't tell you then I can't either. Sorry.
I'll get you a new blouse though, so you can wear it home. And I'll see
if anyone knows where Suzie went." Then she closed the door.
Now Michelle was becoming angry. No one would tell her what had
happened, and it didn't look good. How could her blouse have gotten
ruined? And if that woman knew about it, did that mean everybody did?
She swore to herself that she would never drink again. It felt good for
a while, but only caused problems in the end.
While waiting for the woman to return, Michelle tucked the sheet
under the mattress and lay down underneath it. She had only to wait a
couple minutes before the door opened again.
The woman tossed her a t-shirt. "You can borrow that," she
said. "And Martha told me that Suzie had a photo shoot. She should be
back soon."
"Do you know what time it is?"
The woman looked at her watch. "It's just after 4."
"4?! In the afternoon?!"
"Yes. Why, you have to be somewhere?"
"Not really, but my boyfriend will kill me!"
The woman raised her eyebrows. "You have a boyfriend? Bisexual,
then?"
"No! I'm straight," Michelle replied.
"Could've fooled me. I saw the way you hung all over Suzie last
night. Staraight people don't do that, even if they're drunk. You would
never have come to the party if you were straight."
"No, I mean it. I love my boyfriend. I'm only with Suzie cause
she's a great fuck."
"Whatever you say." The woman turned to leave. She paused in
the doorway. "For a straight person, you sure went down on me pretty
well." Then she shut the door and was gone.
Michelle was left gaping open-mouthed. She was shocked at what
the woman had said. Was it true? Had she really eaten that woman's
pussy last night? If so, then what else had she done? She was getting
really worried.
Still, there was nothing she could do until Suzie returned. She
put on the skirt and t-shirt and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting in
increasing anger and frustration.
* * *
"Where the hell have you been?!" Michelle yelled as Suzie
entered the room and shut the door behind her. "You left me sitting here
by myself with no clothes and no idea where you were or when you were
coming back! You have to tell me what happened last night! What
happened to my blouse? A woman was here, and she said--"
"Shhhh," Suzie whispered, smiling. She grabbed Michelle and
pulled her close, kissing her.
When the kiss broke, Michelle continued her tirade. "She said I
went down on her last night! What else did I do? And--"
Suzie broke her off with another kiss, this one long and deep.
Michelle fought it at first, but soon her resistance crumbled and she
began to kiss Suzie back. Her anger was forgotten, overcome by her
desire. She dropped her skirt quickly to the ground and clawed at
Suzie's clothes, engulfed in the frenzy of passion that only Suzie could
induce in her.
Suzie whispered in her ear. "You want to know what happened last
night?"
"Yes," Michelle breathed, "Please."
"Then do this for me. Promise me you'll spend all day next
saturday with me."
"All day? But--"
"You'll think of something to tell him. And it might take a
little more than cum in your hair, but you'll manage."
"All right, I promise. Now tell me."
Suzie broke away from Michelle and sat down on the edge of the
bed. "I'll tell you, but I'm warning you, you might not like it."
Michelle sat on the bed next to her. She still wore the t-shirt,
but the skirt remained on the floor. "Go ahead."
"Well, the party began to clear out sometime after midnight. By
one, most people had gone. There were maybe a dozen people left. You
were still going strong, though. You were hanging all over me--not that
I minded, of course. The conversation had pretty much died down, and
everyone seemed to be watching us. Someone shouted 'Come on, Suzie, show
us something.' So I started kissing you. You really got into it--I
don't think you even realized there were people watching, or if you did,
you certainly didn't care.
"We were really getting in to it, and someone said 'Aren't you
gonna share,' or something like that. Then you said 'Yeah, Suzie, share
me with them.' I knew you weren't really in your right mind, but I
figured what could it hurt, so I said 'Come and get her.' Then the woman
who had spoken came over and you started kissing her.
"The problem with your blouse came just after that. The
woman--her name was Martha--took you to the kitchen, and everyone
followed. She evidently has some kind of food fetish or something. She
took a carton of ice cream out of the freezer, grabbed a handful, and
started rubbing it all over you face. Then she licked it off of you.
Everyone was cheering her on, so she took a bottle of chocolate syrup,
unscrewed the top, and emptied it over your head. It ran down your face
and got all over your blouse.
"I thought then that maybe I should stop it, but you didn't seem
to mind, and the sight of you with that syrup dripping off you was
arousing, I must admit. So I did nothing. Martha continued kissing you
and licking you, and managed to get quite a bit of the syrup on herself,
as well. Someone else yelled to her to take off your skirt so it didn't
get ruined. You took it off yourself, and tossed it aside. Now everyone
was cheering loudly, and Martha went back to the fridge. She told you to
lay down on the kitchen floor, and you spread your legs without being
asked.
"She mixed quite a concoction between your legs. I think there
was ice cream, butter, mayonaise, honey, and a couple other things I
don't remember. Then, amazingly enough, she started to eat it. You
reacted immediately, loudly like always. People cheered the whole time
until you came, then a few other people took turns eating you. When that
was done, you begged to be able to go down on someone, and chose Kelly,
who lives here.
"At the end, we took a shower together, you and I. I made sure
you got clean everywhere. Then we went to bed, but not to sleep, if you
know what I mean. It was almost dawn when we finally slept."
Michelle had listened to the entire story in silence, shocked and
horrified at first. However, by the end she realized that no harm had
been done. And, apparently, she had enjoyed herself. She wasn't mad.
"That's quite a story," she told Suzie.
"It's true, I swear. Martha's out in the living room--you could
go ask her."
"Oh, I believe you. It's just really strange, you know? It's
weird to hear about myself doing things that I have no memory of."
"Yeah, I understand. Do you want to go home now?"
"What time is it?"
"Just before 6."
Michelle thought for a minute. Then she smiled slyly. "Since I'm
already late..."
Suzie smiled. "What's it going to take to make this up to your
boyfriend," she asked, guiding Michelle onto her back on the bed.
"I should be able to fuck off this debt by next weekend. Of
course, then there'll be more debt to worry about."
"Is he a good fuck?"
"Not bad...nothing compared to you, though."
Suzie smiled again and slowly brought her mouth to the familiar
place between Michelle's legs...
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To be continued...(maybe)
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