Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2001 20:01:25 -0500
From: a13_84@hotmail.com
Subject: Implications of Masturbation (Lesbian, Incest)

-Implications of Masturbation-
Written by an anonymous female, let's call her Charliesque. If you'd
like to reach me, send me comments, curse in my general vicinity, here I
am: a13_84@hotmail.com
(No letter bombs please).

You are lying on your back on the bench, legs draped over either side,
bare feet padding to a silent beat on the floor. You are the image of
everyone's reason for sex, for love. I am sitting below you on the floor,
legs crossed, waiting for you to reply.
"It doesn't have to make sense though, you know? It's like masturbation.
It's like ignoring the implications you are laying down for yourself
while cumming on your fingertips. Masturbation isn't considered
homosexual, yet everyone who performs it performs it with the same sex."
I laugh. You are crinkling your face in that seriously amused sort of
way, hair dripping, making puddles on the floor.
"But what about the people who don't masturbate?" I ask, playing with my
toes.
"They're liars!" you say, sitting up. "Everyone is born to love, Anika.
Society, religious rhetoric teaches them gender roles, you said so
yourself."
"You're just avaricious. Without that train of thought you'd be
restricted one half of the world, whichever you choose."
"Exactly," you say, hands over your face, rubbing your chlorinated eyes.
I look at you, all wet and bare, even in your swimsuit. You are so
beautiful. I keep thinking that you are provoking me, arguing about
sexual orientation and masturbation, and all the while calmly clenching
the bench between your legs.
I stand up. You look at me with your left eye halfway closed and all red
from three hours in the pool.
"Get dressed," I say.
You stand up, staggering from a head rush, and slowly make your way to
the green locker with the giant black sharpie-scribbled "DYKE" still a
little visible.
"What're we gonna do?" you say, and I watch without reservation as you
loop your pinkies around the shoulder straps of your suit and slowly pull
down. You are not looking at me; you're looking for your underwear.
"We could go to River's house, his mom's gone."
You are completely naked now, suit sopping and crumpled on the floor.
"Yeah," I say, staring at your smooth, moist back, spine curling up and
down every time you move. Your shoulder blades looking right at me. You
turn around.
"Ani . . . get me a towel?" You are all shiny and sweet. I walk over to
the closet and dig through a pile of sopping, dirty terrycloth towels
until I find a clean, dry one.
"Thanks," you say facing me, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders
like a shall, shivering.
"Mmm hmm," I say, pretending to read the locker room directions. "Why do
you think they don't allow people to use the stalls for changing?"
"Cause all the sophomores always crowd into stalls, three at a time
because they're shy and if anyone had to pee they'd have to wait.
Actually, that is just the logical explanation provided by the
administration, I heard some girls hid out in there to neck during gym
one day and Ms. Parvati caught 'em." You laugh like it was you who had
broken those rules.
I'm looking at my feet, waiting for you to warm up and put your clothes
on. You stop talking and I can feel you watching me. I look up. The towel
is at your feet, you smile and grab for your panties.
"River's sounds fine," I say, clearing my throat and carefully averting
my eyes.
You step into your bra like you always do and I watch as you nonchalantly
hide yourself beneath the cotton fabric of your bra. I feel myself
becoming wet and start to feel bad. You are my best friend, but I can't
stop watching you. You start to hum that song about rain, what have the
done to the rain . . . pulling your shirt up and over your head.
"I'm gonna go bring the car up so you don't have to get your clothes all
wet. It's raining like mad outside."
You look at me and laugh, "No, Ani, I'm fine. It's just water."
Just water. Water. I'm so wet now. I tell myself to stop thinking like
that. You're looking at me; reading me.
"You alright?"
I catch my breath and nod. You continue staring, looking in me.
"I think we should go," I say and turn towards the door. You are silent
until my hand reaches the handle. Your footsteps and quick and light,
your hand grabs my wrist.
"Ani . . . you okay?"
I'm digging my toe into the floor. When I look up, you are looking at my
neck, my face. I jolt my head up, looking at you, then close my eyes and
fall into you. You don't back off. I'm kissing you with my lips, wet and
salty from rainwater and you're kissing back. Your tongue is in my mouth,
dancing. I feel like I'm going to fall over. You put your hands on my
back and pull me into you. I can feel your stomach, your warm chest up
against mine. Our legs are tangled. You fall back into the wall and look
at me.
"Hi . . ." you say, licking your lips.
I plunge into you again, biting at your mouth, sucking at your tongue.
Your knee shifts and presses between my legs, I moan. You detach yourself
from my mouth, kissing my neck, tiptoeing down my chest. I look down and
you're on your knees. You grab me at my waist and hold me there, swaying
silently back and forth.
"I want you, Kareen," I say, low and corpulent.
You continue to clench at my waist with your arms. You are so warm. I can
feel myself . . . wetter and wetter. You let go and stand up. We look at
each other. You lift off your shirt and I can't believe it. You are so
beautiful. We start to kiss again and I feel your hands on my hips, then
on my stomach. Your fingertips slowly walk up my stomach, under my shirt,
finally resting, exhaustedly, on my left breast. I sigh and kiss you
harder. I can feel your nipples hardening on mine and reach up with my
right hand, softly holding one. You stop kissing and tilt your head back.
I watch you and almost fall over, just from the sheer amazement of what
is taking place. You start to mumble something, clenching my tit in your
hand. I support you with my left hand as you slide to the floor.
"Anika," you breathe, "touch me."
I can hardly control the rate of my falling on top of you, reaching under
and pulling your bra over your head. I feel a trickle down my right leg
as I fill both my hands up with your heaving chest.
"mmmmm . . ." you moan as you close your legs around my hips.
I bend down and take one of your sweet nipples into my warm mouth,
sucking and nibbling, making you squirm. I have no idea what I'm doing,
but you aren't complaining.
"Ani, do you want to taste me?"
Oh my god, "mmm hmm" is all I can say, and with that you lift yourself up
just enough to undo your pants. You grab at my hands on your breasts and
quickly latch out fingers around the top of your pants. We pull down
together and I can smell you, I can see you. You are pouring. I dive into
you and my tongue is temporarily disconnected from my brain, wildly
lapping at your silky cunt. You hands are on my head, pushing and
pulling. I am deep inside you, tasting your fresh wetness, so warm and
tight.
"Ani . . . Ani . . . Ani I'm going to come," you say bucking at my face.
I feel you contract and hear you scream, over and over and over. Your
legs are wrapping around my neck, forcing me deeper inside of you. I
swallow and suck until you settle down onto the floor, gently playing
with my hair.
I lift up, looking at you, wiping my mouth on my arm. "Kareen," I say,
nervously, "I was . . ."
"Take your shirt off Ani," you interrupt. I stare a minute, trying to
regain my bearings. "Off," You are smiling so big.
I reach down and throw off my shirt.
"No bra?" you ask.
I shake my head and look down at my small but pretty, I think, powerful
breasts. You sit up and immediately put one in your hand and one in your
mouth. My head falls back, into the wall as your left hand moves away
from my chest and focuses on my unexposed sex. I am sopping, and
embarrassed. You smell me and smile.
"I want you to fuck me, Kareen," I say, surprising even myself.
You look up at me, stunned, then ravage my zipper down and rip off my
what is left of my clothing. You hands spread my legs roughly and your
mouth pulls at my lips, my clit, and I feel better than I've ever felt in
my entire life. My hips start to buck and I start screaming,
uncontrollably moaning and you grab onto my hips for leverage, still
caressing me with you mouth. We are rocking back and forth, me calming
down and you cleaning me up when the door four inches to my left swings
open. You look up and pull of, looking horrified.
"Kareen!" it's your mom, she looks at me, "What . . . what, Anika? What
are you . . ." the door closes and you look at me, almost crying.
"K'reen . . ."
"Shit. Ani, shit. Shit shit shit shit shit."
"Kareen," your mom says from outside the door, "Out. Here. Now."
"Mom," you are shaking, "why don't you come in here."
The door opens and your mom screams something about us putting on clothes
but you interrupt her with, "Mom! Ani and I, we just, mom we were only,
we love each other."
Your mom looks very frightened, more than anything really. . .

To be continued . . . if you would like more contact me at the e-mail
posted above.