Date: Sun, 03 Nov 2002 13:26:46 +0000
From: ethyr@dark-omens.com
Subject: Sapphic Beauty (Part I) [Lesbian]

Copyright Ethyr 2002.

Email: ethyr@dark-omens.com
Website: http://www.ethyr.dark-omens.com

This story describes explicit sexual acts between young females.  If that
offends you, go away.  Now.

Part I.

Chloe brushed a lock of her long, blonde hair out of her eyes, and looked
around.  Everyone, it seemed, was having fun.  Apart from her.  She wished
fervently, not for the first time, that she had never accepted the party
invitation, and had stayed at home with her computer and her cat, Tabatha.
If it had been solely her decision, she would have, but her mum was always
keen to encourage any form of social activity, especially after the move.
Oh well.  As she was here, she might as well occupy herself...

	Chloe scanned the room, her eyes eventually settling on a girl with red
hair who was standing by the window, chatting animatedly with her Asian
friend.  The redhead was wearing a short black dress and strappy black high
heels, which contrasted with her pale skin perfectly.  As she half turned,
still deep in conversation, Chloe discovered that she wore no bra, the
outline of her nipples faintly visible under the thin black material.  Chloe
began to daydream, imagining how it would feel to slip her hands underneath
the dress, and caress the girl's firm breasts...  Abruptly, the girl swung
round, and looked Chloe straight in the eye.  Startled, Chloe jerked herself
out of her fantasy and looked away, blushing a deep crimson.  Silently, she
prayed the girl had not noticed Chloe checking her out.  The last thing she
wanted was for her sexual preferences to become public again, like they had
in her last school.  The constant mocking and harassment was definitely
something she could do without.  Thinking back, she remembered how every
school day used to be torture.  Not even the teachers were sympathetic,
preferring to ignore her and let the torment continue.  She had endured it
for three long years, before her father's new job had caused the family to
move away.  Chloe was sixteen, and she had never been kissed, never even
been hugged, by anyone except her family.

The harsh memories brought tears to her eyes, and suddenly she was sick of
it all.  The party, the other girls happily chatting to their boyfriends,
life, everything.  The tears welled up as she walked quickly out of the room
and down the hallway to the front door of the house.  She was fumbling with
the catch when a quiet voice spoke.

'Why are you leaving?'  Chloe turned, and saw the pretty redhead standing
before her.  This is it, she thought.  She noticed me looking at her, and
now she's come to confront me.  Soon, everyone will know I'm a lesbian, and
it'll be the same as before...  The tears came readily now, running down her
cheeks in glistening streams.  If only I hadn't come to this stupid party!
If only I'd stayed at home!  She turned again, and reached for the door
handle, but a hand on her arm stopped her.

'Don't cry,' the redhead said softly.  'It'll be okay.'  She put her arms
round Chloe, and held her close as she continued to sob.  'My name's
Alyson,' she said, 'but you can call me Ally.  What's your name?'

'Chloe,' replied Chloe miserably.

'Well Chloe, come with me, and we can talk about whatever is making you
upset, and maybe I can help you feel better.'  Chloe nodded unhappily, and
allowed herself to be led back down the hallway, to the stairs, where they
met a tall, pale girl whom Chloe recognized as Rachel, the hostess of the
party.  She was holding a half empty bottle of wine, and looked a bit worse
for wear.

'Hey Rach, do you mind if we go upstairs for a bit?  Chloe here is a bit
upset.'

'Yeah, that's fine.  Just try not to make too much of a mess, my parents are
back tomorrow!  Oh, and take this, I think I'm going to be sick!'  She
handed the bottle of wine to Alyson and staggered off.

'Come on.'  Alyson took Chloe by the hand and led her upstairs, into
Rachel's bedroom, where they sat on the bed.  Alyson poured two glasses of
wine, and handed one to Chloe.  'Here, drink this, it'll make you feel
better.'  Chloe didn't usually drink alcohol, but she accepted the glass.
The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes, drinking.  Slowly, Chloe
began to feel better.  She finished the cup, and placed it on the dresser.
Alyson did the same.

'So, are you going to tell me why you were so upset?' asked Alyson.  'I'm
guessing it has something to do with the way you were looking at me
earlier,' she continued.  Chloe started, in spite of herself.

'You... you noticed?' she stammered.

'Of course!  You don't think I don't notice when someone's checking me out,
do you?'  Alyson laughed mischievously, and looked straight at Chloe.  Chloe
looked back, and, staring into Alyson's deep, dark brown eyes, she found
herself relating the whole story, of how she discovered from an early age
she was attracted to girls, and how she was ostracized at school because of
it.  When she had finished, neither girl said anything.  Then, slowly,
slowly, Alyson moved closer to Chloe, closer, closer, until their lips were
touching.  They kissed, passionately yet tenderly.  For Chloe, it was her
first kiss, and she was finding it a very enjoyable experience.  She
overbalanced and fell backwards on the bed, with Alyson on top of her, still
kissing, their tongues entwined...

After what seemed like an eternity, Alyson pulled out of the kiss.

'Oh... Alyson,' began Chloe, but she was silenced by Alyson's finger on her
lips.  She pulled Chloe up, and, still not saying a word, started to pull
Chloe's t-shirt over her head.  Chloe, still shocked by what had happened,
sat there in a blissful stupor as the redhead undressed her.  Chloe's
t-shirt was pulled over her head and flung into the corner, revealing a lacy
white bra.  Alyson undid the bra with arousing skill, fondling Chloe's shelf
as she did so.  Chloe gasped as her breasts were exposed, and as Alyson
leaned forward and began to stimulate her already erect nipples with her
tongue.  Alyson switched between the breasts, swirling her tongue around,
while her hands were reaching for Chloe's skirt.  She slowly pulled it up,
revealing sheer lacy panties to match the bra, and smoothly planted kisses
down Chloe's flawless chest, stopping between her legs.  Chloe's breathing
became heavier as Alyson traced a line around her pussy with a finger.  They
kissed again, their tongues flirting.  Chloe unconsciously pulled her skirt
further up around her waist.  All she could think about was Alyson and how
beautiful she looked. She felt she was in heaven as Alyson slowly slipped
her fingers underneath her panties, softly, slowly, pulling them down,
brushing them against her thighs.  With her panties removed, Chloe spread
her legs slightly.  She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just the sheer
exhilaration, but she felt little inhibition as Alyson slipped a finger into
her tight pussy.

'Ohh...' breathed Chloe.  Alyson, rotating the single finger, quickly added
another, and started massaging Chloe's breast with her free hand.  Chloe
felt like she was rising, always rising, with the feeling inside her
escalating by the second.  She moaned, softly at first, but increasing in
volume.  Alyson, realising Chloe was about to experience the first orgasm of
her life, went in for the kill.  Finding Chloe's exposed clit, she flicked
it.  Chloe was sent up and over the edge.  She screamed with pleasure as the
waves of her orgasm swept through her body.  The force was so great she
blacked out, lying motionless on the bed with a euphoric smile on her face.

Chloe awoke to find herself and Alyson were no longer alone...  Rachel and
Alyson were locked in an embrace right next to her on the bed.  Rachel's
long, swirling hair was jet black, contrasting with Alyson's slender, pale
hand running through it. Rachel's hands were up Alyson's skirt, caressing
her thighs.  Neither girl was wearing underwear, and as Rachel pulled
Alyson's skirt up to reveal a shaven pussy, Chloe was mesmerised by how
beautiful it looked.  One hand crept down her stomach and came to rest
between her legs as Rachel moved her head down to Alyson's pussy and began
to lick.  Slowly at first, but building in intensity.  Alyson moaned and her
hands grasped Rachel's head, pulling it into her cunt.  She loved the
feeling of a tongue deep inside her.  As Alyson's sensual moaning grew
louder, Chloe, watching intently, felt instinct take over as the hand
between her legs began to move.

Alyson, now very near her orgasm, locked her legs around Rachel's back, and
threw back her head as Rachel increased the pace of her licking.  Alyson
screamed as her orgasm hit, and her body convulsed violently with pleasure.
Rachel, however, seemed unable to stop.  Addicted to the taste of Alyson's
juices, she continued to lick, quickly bringing Alyson near to climax again.

'Oh my God, Rach!' Alyson screamed, as she experienced her second orgasm of
the night.  Seconds later, this was followed by her third, and fourth.
Alyson had never encountered anything like this, and she was stunned, unable
to do anything except allow the waves of blissful exhilaration wash over
her.

Finally, Rachel stopped, and disentangled herself from Alyson's tight
embrace.  Alyson sank back on the bed, breathless and exhausted.

'Rachel...' Alyson was lost for words.

'C'mon, Al, we'd better go.'  Rachel pulled Alyson off the bed, and led her
to the door by the hand.  Alyson walked unsteadily, still amazed by her
sexual experience, and Rachel supported her as they left the room.

Alone again, Chloe came partly to her senses.  The happenings of the past
half hour seemed distant and dreamlike, but the fact remained that she was
naked in another girl's bedroom.  Hurriedly, she dressed, retrieving her
panties from the corner into which Alyson has thrown them, and slipping them
on.  Next, her bra.  Midway through putting it on, she paused, remembering
the feel of Alyson's tongue on her firm breasts...  Had it really happened?
Or had she imagined it?  Still in a daze, she stepped into her skirt and
pulled it up to her waist.  Dragging her top on quickly, she left the room,
and made her way to the door.  Chloe left the house, and began the short
walk home.

Comments of any kind appreciated.  If you'd like more, an email saying so
will probably motivate me to write.

Email: ethyr@dark-omens.com