First Please

12:55pm—Third Person Perspective 1

It was and is still a normal best-friend friendship between Lola Jage and Rose Ericson, but there are times—not actually meaningful—when best friends can try to have a little fun, add some goofiness to their daily routines. This is how it all went down, in the views of both gothic/rock chick Lola Jage and goofy/punky/rock chick Rose Ericson, friends who currently live in Texas, both 16 years old. 2

Lola—a beautiful girl, highly into black clothing and dark makeup, rock music and loves to pull pranks—met Rose when she was ten and they have been friends ever since. Rose—also a beautiful girl, highly into punk rock and punk clothes, only wearing chapstick as makeup, aspiring to be a rock musician and is goofy—has admitted that her first kiss was with a girl who posed as a guy, when she was twelve. 3

“Uh…Lola?” comes the voice of Rose, sounding a bit frightened. 4

Lola enters the room, wearing only her panties and a sports bra. “Yeah?” she chimes in, putting her hands on her hips. 5

A black haired girl walks into the room from outside, mouth open in awe. “Whoo-hoo! Fuckin hot bitch is what you are!” she runs over to Lola and starts humping her leg, moaning. 6

“Uh! What the hell is this?” Lola moans and tries shoving the girl off, but is outstrengthened by the girl, and her panties are suddenly yanked down, giving both Rose and another girl at the door a look that they shouldn’t see. 7

Rose looks in confusion. “I think she’s gay, Lo,” she remarks, still confused. 8

“Nah. But my sister might be,” the girl says, shrugging. “Come in, Betsy. By the way, I’m Lulu.” 9

All of a sudden, Lulu is taping both Rose and Lola’s mouths shut. “Don’t worry. You’ll love this,” Betsy tells them and kisses both their necks. 10

A muffled ‘hell no’ escapes from Lola’s tape, and a nod from Rose follows, as her tape is tighter, both in agreement with each other, obviously angry with the twins—at least they looked it—who looked to be both at least seven years older than them. 11

1:00pm—Lola’s Perspective 12

This has got to be the weirdest thing in my life. I have this girls knock on my door and all of a sudden, within five minutes, they have me tied up to the bed, tape over my mouth and I’m naked. My best friend, Rose Ericson, is lying naked on a bed beside mine. 13

Rose looks over at me and her eyes are wider than ever, obviously out of fear. I look up to the ceiling and realize what these people were going to do to us. I think that they’re both lesbians and that they think we should join their homosexual club. I have nothing against gays, okay, but these people are trying to make me gay. I’m about as gay as the jocks on my football team—they don’t even give the congratulatory slap on the ass that most other teams do—and it’s just irritating as hell that these two slut black-haired bitches think I’ll enjoy this. 14

One of them, most likely Betsy, enters the room, now only dressed in her panties and bra. She looks over at the two of us and waves the other twin inside the room, smiling specifically at me, winking. 15

“I want this one, the brown haired one,” Betsy says and makes kissy faces at me. 16

I wriggle in my ropes and the other girl nods in agreement. “I always fall for blondes, anyway, so that’ll be just fine,” Lulu says, and heads over to Rose’s bed, positions herself on her knees and starts slowly moving forward onto Rose. 17

Betsy heads over to my bed and kisses my forehead. “I hope you don’t make much of an attempt to avoid me, because I really think you look amazing. So, what’s your name?” she asks, forgetting about the tape around my mouth. 18

I muffle ‘hello…’ out of the tape and look angrily at the girl. 19

“Oh, yeah. I’ll take that off, then. Stupid me,” she says and slaps her forehead, pulls the tape off and surprisingly, I don’t call for help. She truly seems nice and even looks pretty…though I just judge on that from the point of a sisterly thing, like buddies do. Yet I don’t even know this girl at all. 20

I swallow my spit so I can talk more clearly. “My name is Lola, and if you do anything to me that I don’t agree with, I might bite your head off, literally,” I tell her and knee her in the stomach, playfully, playing along. 21

Betsy meows and grabs at my breasts. “A feisty bitch, I like that,” she says to me and starts moving downward to below my waist, sticking her tongue inside my vagina, licking it back and forth, slowly. 22

I suddenly start to feel as if I am enjoying it, though it can’t be true, because I think that I am straight. I have thought that since I had my first boyfriend when I was eight. Damn, this girl is either really good or I’m at least bisexual, and I’m doubting homosexual, because this is only going fine because the girl is really good at this. 23

Betsy trails her fingers down my stomach, sticks two fingers in my vagina and licks from the wetness I am suddenly starting to build up. 24

“You sure are a sexy bitch,” she tells me, and I actually grin. 25

“I don’t know, maybe, I have no idea,” I reply to her statement and she moves her entire body onto mine, and I feel the tight pressure on my vagina and body building up. I am really enjoying this. 26

Betsy smiles and slips her tongue inside my mouth, and I reply by sticking my tongue inside her mouth, as well, kissing as passionately as I ever have in my life. “I think I may be bi,” I tell her in my two second pause from kissing. 27

Betsy grins. “Of course. I’ve gotten signals from your house that say both you and your friend are,” she tells me and starts kissing my neck, licking and nibbling into my neck, moving her fingers to my nipples, squeezing them. 28

1:05pm—Rose’s Perspective 29

I look over at Lola, who is currently being licked and nibbled on by Betsy, who is obviously enjoying this at the moment. 30

The sex partner for me shoves her ass in my face and I lick it, though I don’t know why. The wet liquid spilling from her ass tastes kind of…different, strange even…but not exactly that good, really. 31

Lulu—tbe bitch on top of me—moves her fingers to my pussy, and licks it while she is roughly pushing her tongue inside, almost making me piss. 32

Though I am best friends with Lola, I don’t use the scientific terms for certain words like vagina, urine and stuff of that sort. She uses those words, but I’m a more vulgar person, unlike Lola. 33

I hop up from where I am—had been untied by the bitch named Lulu—and lay on top of her, instead. “You ready for something different?” I ask, pushing my tongue as deep as possible into her mouth, pissing inside her pussy from my pussy. She loves this, I can tell, because she giggles and moans, her tits tighten up and her body goes stiff. She loves this, I can tell, also because she grabs my ass and pulls it apart, making it crack in doing so. I love this, for some reason, and moan loudly in reply. 34

Lulu moans and nods one quick nod. “Yeah. Do something to me that I’ve not done to you,” she tells me and grins. 35

I nod in agreement and stick a hotdog from beside my bed into her vagina, then eat it from there, moving it around and squirting ketchup into her vagina, on the hotdog and then on her breasts. I lick the ketchup off and start having sex with her, making her moan as I lay on top of her, moving my body up and down against hers and piss some more. 36

2:05pm—Rose’s Perspective37

About an hour later, I am straddling my partner—who is now drooling—around the waist, our legs entwined. I look over at Lola, and see that she is doing just about the same thing, but using more strength, I can tell, on count of how her partner is bleeding a little at her two sides. 38

I sink my teeth into the flesh of my partner and she moans in pain and pleasure at the same time. “Could you please softly touch me here?” my partner points at her pussy, licking her lips. “PRETTY PLEASE, Rose?” 39

I smile and do as she said, licking up her pussy up and down and fingering it as softly and as slowly as I can. I now believe I’m bisexual, if you know what I mean. But right now, I’ve moved on to thinking about doing this fuck with my best friend, Lola. If only I’d get the courage to ask, the courage to stop what I’m doing with Betsy and move onto an even better looking girl, I would be amazing. 40

I whisper into her ear, “Would you mind if I switched to Lola, Betsy?” I ask, licking the inside of her ear. 41

Betsy nods, laughing. “I thought you would turn bi, if only we did this to you. But you first have to make sure Lola wants it like you do, or she’ll be fucking Lulu until daylight.” She smiles at me, fingering my pussy one last time and then wraps a cloth around my mouth, shoving a dildo into my ass. “Have fun, bitch.” Betsy smiles and hops up to stand in front of the bed. 42

I stand up from the bed and walk over to where Lola is, and Lulu takes the cloth off of my mouth. 43

2:07pm—Lola’s Perspective 44

I suddenly see Rose headed my way and am thrilled. I was thinking of doing the same thing with her, as she finally has come over here. “So, you want lesbian sex, buddy?” I ask her, grabbing her sides, yanking her on top of me, planting a wet smooch on her mouth, sliding my wet tongue inside. 45

Rose laughs. “Yeah. It’s like this lesbian stuff is contagious or something,” she replies to my question and grinds her buttocks into mine, wetness pouring out of her vagina and spilling all over me. 46

I grin at her and grab her butt, slipping my finger in, slowly, fingering her as softly as possible, making her moan in pleasure…or at least, that’s what it sounds like. 47

Rose kisses each of my breasts, still grinding her vagina into mine, now slamming hard enough to make me pant each time she does so. I guess this will be our new hobby from now on, fucking each other. It’s just so fun and so hot, and I feel like I have a crush on her. But I guess I can just be buddies and fuck buddies with her, because I’m already dating my boyfriend. 48

Rose licks my neck and her hot breath spills all over me, making me moan and pant in sexual satisfaction. I look like a dirty girl doing what I’m doing right now, but I’m actually cleaner than I’ve been all day…mainly because I’ve decided to think of the girls’ wetness as clean liquid, not dirty liquid. 49

“You fuck much better than Betsy, but don’t tell her that,” Rose says to me, whispering, licking my ear, her butt still ramming into my body.50

As I’m about to reply, her butt suddenly finds its way into my face, wetness pouring into my mouth, making me start to cum. I lick her butt as roughly as I can, every drop of wetness trickling my tongue as is possible. 51

Rose moans and rams her butt into mine and I bite it, nibble it, push it in further, grab it and suck her as hard as I can. It tastes so good, her wetness, because it reminds me of how I used to always lick my own wetness…back when I was a horny thirteen year old, but one with a conscience. I had never wanted sex up until I was about fourteen and didn’t get it until right now, when I was so sure it wouldn’t happen at the beginning of the day. Sometimes, things come when you don’t expect them to. I had even been planning on having my first sex when I was seventeen, with my boyfriend. But I guess plans don’t always work out. 52

I flip Rose over and get on top of her, slamming my butt into her face as hard as I can, and I can feel the tissue of her tongue gliding up my vagina, inside the hole and around the lips. I smile and moan at this, as I feel her grab my butt and shove it further inside her mouth, biting it, sucking it, grabbing my ass with forceful strength and even making me bleed a little. 53

I feel that my vagina is so stimulated that it’s about three times harder than it’s been in about two months. I smile at the sensation of this and kiss Rose on the forehead, chuckling. “This is so great, Rose. I love you so, so much.” 54

Rose pulls my butt off her mouth for a second and replies with, “Yeah. I love you so, so much, too, Lola. I can’t wait until tomorrow so we can do this again; your Mother is home, so you know,” she replies to me and pushes me off her, motions to the window and mouths ‘the black haired bitches are gone.’55

I jump up from the spot I was in and quickly slide my black panties and sports bra on, slip pants over my feet and slide a shirt on over my head. Rose does the same and we both head into the bathroom to clean off any trace of sexual activity from our mouths, hands, and everywhere else. A lot of soap did it, but took about two minutes. I’m glad my parents are slow people when it comes to getting out of cars. I head to the living room and open the door. 56

Both Rose and I say, “Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Jage,” smiling, our hands behind our backs and quickly heading to the living room couch, where we sit down and start watching some comedy TV shows. 57

2:15pm—Rose’s Perspective 58

I sit down on the couch and hear one of the upstairs bedroom doors close, most likely Lola’s parents, who she had funnily called by their last names recently. I guess we all just go a little bit insane once in a while, so I don’t let it confuse my thoughts. I am currently thinking about what Lola and I should do next for a fuck-a-thon. I think she would love some kind of kinky fuck. I know I would. 59

I turn my head towards Lola, and see that she’s looking straight at me, as well. I move my head in closer and lay my mouth on top of hers, kissing her softly and passionately, moving my hands to her waist, gripping tightly. “You want to see what we can get in through pants’ zippers?” I ask, lustily, batting my eyelashes. 60

Lola nods. “Hell yeah, Rose,” she replies and unzips her pants, reaching inside to obviously pull her panties down, and allows the pants to stay up. She then stands up from the couch and waits for me, patiently, in the middle of the floor. 61

I unzip my pants and pull my underwear down from within my pants. I stand up and stand right in front of Lola, and then push my pussy straight into hers, through the zipper slot, letting all of my wetness drown her pussy down. I then cover her mouth with mine and wrap my hands around her small waist. 62

“You must have done this before, Rose, because you seem to know what you’re doing,” Lola mentions and moans in pleasure, returning the kiss on my mouth, shoving her tongue inside. 63

If anyone looked at us right now, they would only see two girls kissing, not having sex with their clothes on. But from our perspective, it feels oh so hot and wet. 64

I push Lola on the couch and pull her pants down, not afraid of her parents, since they’re seemingly having sex themselves—I can hear their loud moans and I even heard their clothes dropping to the floor. 65

2:20pm—Lola’s Perspective 66

Rose wraps her legs around my waist as I pull her pants down, along with her panties. She does the same to me, as we both smash our wet vaginas against each other’s, kissing roughly and sucking our own lips in the process. 67

Rose’s vagina clings to mine and I feel as if I’m in heaven…though it probably feels just as good with a guy, if you know what I’m saying, bi girls? I just love the warmness of her vagina pushing up on mine, making me all wet and hot. 68

I pull her ear to my mouth and whisper, “You’re fucking me, Rose. Do you like it?” 69

Rose grins and nods. “Yes. I love this almost as much as I love pizza,” she replies, obviously making a big statement, since she orders pizza every day, as bad for you as it is. 70

I laugh and grip her butt, her cum spilling all into me, making me kind of dizzy in the way that only you are dizzy when you’re in love or when you’ve been spinning around in circles for a little while. “You’re so amazing, Rose. I once thought it was just your personality and brain that made us such good friends, but we have much more than that, don’t we?” I ask, kissing her mouth thereafter, her hot breath filling me up inside. 71

Rose nods. “Yes. We have much more then that, I agree. I think we have it all. I just wish our boyfriends were here to see this and maybe even join in.” She laughs and adds, “It would be a foursome, eh?”72

I moan and nod. “Our boyfriends would make this even better, that’s right. We should do it with them next time.” I grin and motion for Rose to get off of me. “I’m done for now. Let me get my clothes.” I say but she puts a finger to my lips. 73

“Let me put them on for you, okay?” she says to me and slides my pants on, grinding into my butt until they’re all the way up, moaning as loud as she ever has, kissing my neck and licking me. 74

I moan and put her pants on, as well, pushing my vagina hard into her butt, making her squeal in a low volume, hissing like a snake, obviously playfully. 75

“I think I’m in the mood for pizza, aren’t you?” I ask, grinning, giving her one last kiss on the lips. 76

Rose nods and grins, as well. “Yes. I’m always in the mood for pizza,” she replies and we head out the door, to my car. I had gotten my learning license recently. 77

I open the car door and sit down, crank the car up and head to the best pizza place in town, called Fat Tony’s. 78