Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 15:06:05 -0800 From: Mark Pennington Subject: A Vocal Kat This is my first lesbian story. As you can tell from the email address, I am not a woman. Therefore, this is a work of fiction regarding two consenting individuals. If it's not legal for you to read scuh stories, what are you doing here? I'd love to hear what you think of my story. Compliments, constructive criticism appreciated. Flamss will be ignored as will requests for me to send you stories directly. Sorry. Everything I write of an erotic nature gets sent to Nifty. I'm not a cheerleader, not a jock. I don't have blond hair or great big boobs. I'm 16 years old and I've never had sex with anyone. I don't drink, I don't smoke. I'm not the sort of girl you'd read about in one of these stories. Yet here I am writing an erotic story. My names Kathleen but everyone calls me Kat. I live with my folks in Seattle. If there's anything typical about me, it's my addiction to coffee. But I don't drink it because everyone else does. I don't drink the silly drinks I can't pronounce. I drink coffee because I like coffee. I'm 5'7" tall and 120 pounds. I'm not skinny but I'm not particularly fat. I have reddish/brown shoulder-length hair and green eyes. I think my boobs are too small but my nipples are very large comparatively. All through elementary and secondary school, people would tell me I should join the choir. They would catch me singing and tell me what a sweet voice I have. I love to sing. I buy music books the way most girls my age buy magazines. When my friends were moaning over Justin, I was sitting at my grandma's piano and trying to pound out the melody to some classical piece or another as I would sing along. In high school, I was finally talked into joining the choir. The choir teacher was very nice, Mrs. Shipman. She was also my Freshman English teacher. She heard me one day in the music wing and hounded me until I joined the choir. One day, she called me into her office after practice. "Kathleen, you're going to State next month." She declared. "Mrs. Shipman, I can't! I don't have a song picked out, I can't learn a song that quickly, I..." I protested. "Kathleen, I have a song picked out for you. I have a former student of mine already assigned to give you private lessons. She's studying to be a music teacher in college and needs the work. YOU need a little more confidence. You both profit. Here's her name and telephone number. Giver her a call this evening." I was trapped. I didn't see anyway around it. I was sitting at Starbucks, sipping my usual black brew when I remembered I had to call Mrs. Shipman's former student. Elizabeth, the card said. I dialed her number on my cell phone and hoped she wasn't home or was otherwise busy. No such luck. She wasn't far from me either. Feeling gracious, I offered to bring her a cup of coffee. She readily accepted. I drove my clunker car to her house, a nice brownstone in what's called the Greenlake district. Not too far from the University of Washington. I rang the doorbell with my elbow so as not to spill the coffee. The door crashed open and there stood Elizabeth. Slightly taller than me, about 20 or so pounds heavier. She carried it well, though. Plump would describe her. Long, black hair and a huge smile. "My savior! Gimme that java-juice, girl!" I handed her the cup, She took a long, noisy sip and sighed with content. She then ushered me into her house and gave me the nickel tour. The house had been her grandmothers and was now hers. There was an impressive piano in the living room; She asked me if I played. I had to admit that I didn't, really. "Pity, " She said. "You'll have to learn eventually. It will save you tons of time." She got out the piece Mrs. Shipman had picked for me, a French ballad. I'd had a couple of years of French so I could at least pronounce the words, even if I didn't really understand them. Elizabeth played the song through once, and then she played it again while singing it. She had a beautiful voice. I was awestruck by its clarity and power. Then she walked me through my vocal warm ups. "Kat, you've got to learn to breath right. Here, put your hand here." She grabbed my hand and placed it on her tummy, below her breasts. As she inhaled, I could feel her muscles pressing against my hand. "You breath from down here, Kat. From the diaphragm. Not from here." As she talked, she was touching my belly and then my chest, just above and between my breasts. I tried my best not to blush. She took my hand again and put it just above her breasts and forced herself to breath from her chest. As she sang out, her tone was weak and breathy. We practiced that way for a while. I found myself enjoying touching her and being touched. It was a new experience for me. When the lesson was over and Elizabeth hugged me, I felt...different, somehow. That night in bed, I thought about Elizabeth and how we had touched each other. It really was innocent! But I realized that I was turned on. That a woman had turned me on. I thought about that for a while. I was OK with the idea, I decided. I'd never had any real desires before, for boys or girls. Nut I wasn't going to jump into anything. I certainly wasn't going to say or do anything to Elizabeth to jeopardize our developing friendship. For the next few weeks, it became a routine for us. I would pick up the coffee and bring it with me to her house. We would practice together and talk about anything. Usually, we would sit together on the piano bench. After the second or third lesson, we would hold hands as we talked. It seemed so natural, so friendly. And our goodbye hugs became longer. I would feel her breasts pressing against mine and came to cherish that feeling. Soon, we started kissing each other on the cheek. Then on the corner of the mouth. Finally, a week before the competition, we kissed briefly on the lips. That night in bed, I touched myself, pretending it was Elizabeth. I pretended it was her fingers on my nipples, teasing them to erectness. Her fingers inside my pussy, plunging in and out. As I came, I cried out her name. At the next lesson, I was distracted. I made stupid mistakes, my voice cracked. When she asked me what was wrong, I burst into tears. She jumped up from the piano and took me in her arms, asking me what was wrong. THAT just made me cry harder. I was finally able to stammer out that I was afraid I wouldn't see her again after the competition was over. She held me at arms length and looked into my teary eyes. "Kat, do you want to see me again?" I nodded, unable to speak. "Then, honey, you'll see me. As often as you want." She pulled me back into her embrace. I could feel her heart beating as she held me. She stroked my hair with one hand as she held me with the other. She started singing softly near my ear. And then she kissed me on the cheek. It was a soft, gentle kiss. I kissed her cheek. She brushed the rest of my tears away and kissed me on the corner of my mouth. I held onto her so tightly. I moved my lips to her and kissed her. She kissed me back and then started to break the kiss. I pulled her closer and leaned into her, maintaining the lip contact. The kiss became longer, softer. Her hands slipped down to my waist and pulled me close as well. She broke the kiss then, long enough to look into my eyes and ask me if I was sure I wanted this. I told her I'd never wanted anything more. Her lips met mine again and a moan escaped me. I soon felt her tongue tracing my lips, then making its way inside, a welcome invader. I met it with my own tongue. Together, they danced inside my mouth and then hers. Again, Elizabeth pulled away. "Kat, love, we can't..." "Yes, we can!" I protested. "I want to, Elizabeth, I love you!" "And I, you, my little kitty Kat. But we can't do this...here. We've already given anyone watching enough of a free show. The bedroom, love. Let's do this right." She was right. The picture window was right there in front of us. Hand in hand we went to her bedroom. Once there she slowly undressed me. I was shy, embarrassed by my small breasts. She complimented them, telling me how much she was going to enjoy them. When I was totally naked before her, I began to remove her clothing. Off came the blouse. I knew from hugging her that she seldom wore a bra. Her breasts were magnificent. Large and soft, her nipples erect. Her skirt and panties came next. The panties, I noticed, were every bit as wet as mine. I was shocked to see that she was shaved! When I asked her about that, she actually giggled and told me she had done that for me! We lay down together on her bed and kissed for ages, our hand roaming and touching and stroking. After a while, Elizabeth took one of my nipples into her mouth and started to suck and lick it. Oh! It felt so good! On the few dates I'd gone on before this, I'd had boys grab at my breasts but they had never aroused me, never done anything except hurt me with their crude advances. Not so Elizabeth! Under her loving lips and tongue, I was feeling wonderful. After a time, she kissed her way down. She spread my legs and started to kiss around my pussy. She traced the lips with her tongue before lapping up the moisture I was leaking. She got her tongue deep inside me and moved it about. And then she moved her lips and tongue to my clit! I screamed then. Nothing had ever felt that good before. I started to cum, I think, as soon as she began to lick me. I didn't stop until I passed out and maybe even not then. When I awoke, she was holding me in her arms. She kissed me softly and I could taste myself on her lips. We kissed and snuggled for a while, but I really wanted to do for her what she had done for me. I devoured her breasts first. I'd admired them for so long, now I had the chance to worship them. I kissed them all over, licking and nibbling and sucking. By the time I moved down between her legs, she was panting with need and desire. I stared at her pussy for a moment, seeing the flow of her juices running down to her asshole. I reached my tongue out and licked her gently, just getting the taste of her. I loved it, as I knew I would! I separated her lips with my thumbs and licked harder. Soon, I was getting my tongue as deeply inside her as I could. Her clit begged for attention. I attacked it with my tongue, lavishing it with long licks, hard licks, soft licks. Elizabeth bucked and moved beneath me. At last, she drew me up to her face and we kissed deeply, sharing her sweet taste. It was then I noticed the time, 2 hours past my curfew! I was going to catch Hell for sure! To be continued, if there is enough interest.