Saturday morning. For most of the working populous, it was a happy day. No work. Nevertheless, for a teacher, it was a total godsend. Teaching had to be one of the most stressful jobs in the world. In addition, with the little recognition it receives, it was no wonder that Debbie felt so withdrawn. However, she could not mistake her current sadness for stress. In truth, it had more to do with Linda then anyone else. Debbie sighed as she pulled up from the covers of her bed, made with mauve Egyptian cotton. She rubbed the matter from her eyes, yawned, and then looked over at clock at her bedside table. It was about 9.30. Thank god. Debbie was hopping that she did not wake up too early. She had to sleep off the wine from last night. Had she drunk anymore, she probably would have made a fool of herself by doing something crazy. Like go and talk to Linda. She could not. She could not do that one thing. For the past week, all her friends had been telling her to go and talk to the blonde, maybe resolve the situation with words, not matches of yell and shout. But Debbie couldn’t do it. Not like this. The History teacher stood up from her bed, tapping both feet to the ground, and yawning once more. It was a bright day out, the sun was shining. Maybe she would go out and mark her papers in the park. It was always nicer to mark reports and tests in the sun. Just when she pleased herself with that thought, Debbie took a glance at her answering machine. She was one of those rare people who kept a phone in her room. Moreover, there was one message blinking its existence. You didn’t have to be a genius to know whom it was from. Debbie simply ignored it. Hearing more of Linda’s incessant claptrap was not on the agenda today. Therefore, Debs did the opposite, and went straight for her computer. Checking her e-mails would not be such a bad idea. She switched it on, hooked up her modem cable into the nearest phone jack, and then left her bedroom. She needed a cup of coffee before she did anything else. Coffee was like a woman’s best friend. Kept you awake, and by god, it never let you down. Debs plodded through her upstairs hallway, went downstairs, and into the kitchen. She put on the kettle, and then whipped out the coffee beans and cream. A couple minutes later she had the desired coffee, then went back upstairs. After taking a seat by her computer and logging on, she was just about to check her inbox to see if anybody had contacted her for whichever reason. Before she could, an IM box appeared on screen. forest baby: mornin’ babes! u sleep well? Debbie smiled sweetly. Her best friend online, forest-baby. A woman who lived in San Antonio. Debbie loved speaking to her. She was so understanding and sweet, and had been really supportive after Debs told her about Linda. Before she knew what she was even doing, Debbie was tapping keys under her own alias, Archaic-girl. Archaic-girl: I slept as well as can be expected, so thanks for asking! ^_^ forest baby: well u know I always worry ‘bout u. especially after what u told me. Archaic-girl: I think Linda gave me a call when I was asleep last night. forest baby: what did u do? Archaic-girl: I ignored the message. I just don’t feel like speaking to her. Everyone else tells me that I should, but I just can’t. forest baby: she really hurt u, didn’t she? Archaic-girl: Yes, she did. But I suppose I can’t blame her for not being committed to me. forest baby: why do u say that? Archaic-girl: Well, I’m not in my prime anymore. I’m 34. She’s still seems so young and innocent. How can I expect her to commit to me? Linda is everything I want, but I just don’t think she’s ready for anything more. For a while, Forest Baby made no response. Debbie was just about to question that, until another message was offered from her. But this time, it was a little bit more obscure than the others. forest baby: i’m ready 4 more Archaic-girl: Excuse me? forest baby: u read what I wrote debs. i care ‘bout u. i want 2 take care of u. Well, this was out of the blue. Debbie had not once heard Forest Baby talk like this. More often than not, she was on a humour-trip. Now that she thought about it... was that just flirtation? But that made no sense. Debbie had been seeing Linda for months now. And her friendship with Forest Baby had never been effected. What on earth could this all mean? Archaic-girl: How long have you felt like this? forest baby: since u stood up 4 me against that homophobe on our forum. u made me feel special. Debbie remembered that. That was almost four months ago. All this time... Archaic-girl: I had no idea... forest baby: so what does this mean 4 us? u willing to give me a shot? Archaic-girl: What do you mean? forest baby: i want us 2 meet. ********** Holly-Raine scowled irritably as she waited by the oak tree. Jenny had called her last night and told her that they would meet up in the park closest to Summer’s house before they headed over their. The party did not start until 9.00 tonight, and it was 9.40 in the morning right now, but Holly and Jenny had promised to come over and help Summer with all the things that needed doing. Her parents were out of town, so they could get wild, but Summer’s house was huge, and really hard to take care of. Even harder to prepare for events. But that wasn’t the only reason Holly was anxious. It was Saturday, the very *day* of Summer’s birth, and she *still* hadn’t gotten her anything. Holly ran though her brain repeatedly, for something that Summer would really like. Not a piece of jewellery or clothing that she‘d eventually abandon. Holly wanted to give Summer something that came from the heart. Something that she would appreciate. It might have seemed weird, or odd, that Holly would care so much about a stupid present. But Summer meant the world to her. She, Summer and Jenny had been friends since they were kids. But just as yet, she hadn’t gotten what she wanted for Summer. Nothing seemed right. And Holly was running out of time. "Hey! Holly!" The girl in questioned looked around to her left. Just up the cobblestone path, etched into the grass of the park, was Jenny. A smile on her face and a spring in her step. She came up to Holly-Raine, a plastic bag in hand, and smiled. "Morning." Jenny said sweetly. "You ready to go?" Holly frowned. "You’re kinda late, y’know?" "I am? Only by ten minutes or so. That’s not a big deal, is it?" Jenny just shrugged. Then of course, she noticed that Holly’s hands were empty. "Where’s your gift for Summer?" "I... I haven’t gotten it yet..." Jenny was confused. "You’re kidding, right? Your Dad’s a stockbroker, Holly. It can’t be that hard to rustle up some cash, can it?" "It’s not that," Holly said quietly. "I wanted to get her something special. Something she’ll remember forever, y’know? Something that can only come from me." Again, Jenny simply shrugged. "Why? Come on, Holly. You’re making way too big a deal out of this. Summer’s our best friend. It doesn’t matter what we get her. You know she won’t mind. Besides, she forget all about our presents when the party starts! You know what Summer is like. She’ll go wild, especially since her folks are out of town." Holly-Raine crossed her arms. "You still haven’t convinced me." "Geez..." Jenny scratched the back of her head with her free hand. "I’ve never seen such a long face on you, Holly. Does getting something special for Summer really mean this much to you?" "It does," Holly-Raine nodded solemnly. "What should I do?" "Whatever you’re gonna do, do it fast. I’m heading over to Summer’s house right now, and she’ll be expecting you with me. I’ll make up some excuse though." "Thanks, Jenny. You’re the best." ********** Linda struggled roughly with each book report. Each of them were well done, particularly those of Cassie, Jenny and Jackie. But she couldn’t focus on any of it. All she could think about was her moody girlfriend, Debbie Harding. Even now, sitting at the comfort of her work desk, all she could think about was her Debs. When she was supposed to be marking. Linda had always found it easier to enjoy her weekend when all schoolwork had been taken care of first. And though she wanted to get the book reports over and done with, she found it so hard to focus. After all, who wants to read through and mark a twenty-page essay about Sense and Sensibility when you’re having girlfriend troubles? Linda slapped the pencil to the ground when she couldn’t take it anymore. She leaned back, eased, and tried to think if Debbie would be awake by now. She wasn’t the type who got up early when she didn’t have a good enough reason. But if Debbie had awakened, she would have known about the message that Linda had left for her. She must have read it by now. She must have. Right? Linda began tapping her fingernails on her desk. Every once in a while, she would look over to the phone on the other side of the living room. Waiting for that call. Anybody who has waited for a phone call from someone should know what that feeling is like. Every second that went by, without a ring-ring, was a second spent that served to further annoy Linda. Soon as five minutes went passed, she felt like she was going to rip her hair out. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe Debbie just erased the message accidentally and hadn’t known that Linda was calling her. That had to be it. If that was the case, "I gotta call her." Linda said to herself. Though she might not have thought better of it, Linda’s mind would have come up with any kind of excuse to call Debbie at that point. But call her was what she did. The blonde English teacher darted over to her coffee table, picked up the receiver, then tapped Debbie’s number into the keypad. Seconds later, it was ringing. At least she didn’t disconnect her phone line or anything like that... The phone continued to ring in Linda’s ear, until someone answered. "Hello?" Linda was swooning already. "...Debbie..." "...Linda. What do you want?" And she was equally thrown by Debbie’s response. But Linda didn’t let that hurt her. Rather, she tried to make this situation better. "I know you’re angry with me. But please try to hear me out." "Yes?" "Can’t we just meet?" Linda asked. "Can’t we just talk about this? I don’t want us to fight over something as silly as this. I hate that we’re not talking." It took a while for Debbie to respond. "...When and where?" "How about tonight?" Linda suggested, cheerfully. "Or even tomorrow?" Debbie heaved a sigh over the phone. "I... can’t. I’m meeting someone." "Meeting someone?" Linda then grew cautious. "Someone like who?" "A friend." A ‘friend’? Linda had heard that statement over and over again. And when two people were fighting, an outside stimulus like a ‘friend’ was never a good thing. The English teacher’s voice became louder, not to shouting level, just a little bit lower in pitch. "What kind of friend is this, Debbie?" Linda sharply questioned her. "Oh, you do have a very presumptuous mind." Debbie retorted angrily. "But you see, I can’t imagine why. After all, we aren’t ‘committed’ to each other. Remember?" Now Linda really regretted voicing her opinions. And she now realized how serious this situation was. Debbie Harding was not a sardonic person. Yet here she was, asking Linda rhetorical questions. She was seriously angry. "You said you loved me." A silence. An awkward one. It was broken when Debbie spoke again. "...I don’t make a habit of pursuing relationships that aren’t going anywhere. Maybe... we just aren’t right for each other. It’s obvious that we’re in different stages of our lives. I think we need more than space." There was a tear at Linda’s eye, though she didn’t notice it. "What are you trying to say?" "...Goodbye, Linda." ********** "With the lights out, it's less dangerous! Here we are now, entertain us! I feel stupid and contagious! Here we are now, entertain us!" Summer sang along eagerly, like a woman in a trance. She loved grunge music. Sure, she was nothing but a little kid when it was ‘really’ popular, but it still thrilled her all the same. And it thrilled her even more to know that Jenny had brought the Nevermind-Nirvana CD for her. It was released quite a few years ago, but somehow, Jenny managed to track it down. And from the smile on Summer’s face, that was the most thrilling present she had received so far. Summer removed the earphones from her head, switched off her CD player and put it onto the couch. Soon Jenny was wrapped within Summer’s happy embrace, smiling sweetly. "Thanks so much, Jenny!" Summer giggled. "I didn’t think you knew that I liked Nirvana." Jenny lightly blushed. "...Well, I do listen to you when you talk to me..." The others around the two girls giggled respectively, swinging their heads to the beat. Strangely enough, none of them had even heard what Summer and Jenny were talking about. The music was so loud that people had to shout just to be heard. Which suited them just fine. This was Summer’s birthday party. But there were no clowns, party hats or birthday cake. Those were replaced by the sweet sounds and sights of a *real* teen party. The booming speakers of the sound system released waves of hardcore, erratic music, music that touched the hearts and minds of the younger generation. Though Summer liked 90’s rock, none of that was playing. Her mansion-like house was delightfully infested with the compositions of modernity, thrilling the teen partygoers inside it. All through the hallways, the living rooms, and the kitchen, the young were strewn out in great numbers. With glasses of drink in hand, cheerful banter in their mouths and reckless happiness in their hearts. Many had come to Summer’s party. Though she didn’t invite all of them, word had gotten out fast that her parents were away. That meant total freedom. And all her friends acted accordingly. People had come from as far as Houston to take part in this scene. Boys and girls as young as 16 and as old as 21 were here. Enjoying the banging music, loving the drink and meeting new people. Eager young men flirted with the deceptively coy women. People danced, and laughed, smiled and took part, in a night that they took no qualms in enjoying. Summer herself was ecstatic. Everything was going great. And since her folks were out of town, they wouldn’t have to worry about anything. She had taken the time to open a few of her gifts while all the others were dancing and laughing, and so far she was pleased with them all. It really was a great night for her. Which was good, because Summer deserved the best. Her personality reflected her name. ‘Summer’. She was charming, direct, and needlessly giving. A perfect friend. It all tallied up to a brilliant girl who could captivate even the heartless. It was one of the reasons Jenny (and Holly) went out of her way find something Summer would really like. Only the best for the best. Summer smiled as she pulled back from her hold on Jenny, then looked over at the large double glazed window at the other side of this teen-packed living room. More cars were pulling up, and more people were heading up to her house, but there was one person she didn’t see. Holly-Raine. Summer turned back to look at Jenny, though she had to speak loudly to be heard. "Holly still isn’t here yet! Where the hell is she? She’s missing the party!" Jenny squirmed. It was almost midnight. The party started at nine, and probably wouldn’t end until morning. Yet, still, Holly hadn’t arrived. And there were fewer and fewer excuses that Jenny could come up with to cover for her. What present takes so long for Holly to buy? Jenny just shrugged. "I don’t where she is. But she’ll show, Summer." "She better," Summer chided. "I don’t want her to miss this. Holly loves parties." But Summer and Jenny were the only two who heard that brief conversation. All others were having too much fun to worry about who hadn’t shown up yet. And soon, both girls got back into the spirit as they danced to the beat, surrounded by the glorious sounds of a wild house party. Outside, the music could be heard. It was like a vibrant sound passing along the breeze. And it intimidated the young girl walking up to Summer’s house. That girl was Cassie. The young woman blinked. Cars were parked carelessly against the driveway, some touching as far as the lawn. Summer’s house in itself, was huge, a reflection of her family’s success in life. Like Holly (whose father was a stockbroker) Summer’s parents had successful careers. And living in the suburbs of Victoria proved it. Still, her family’s money did not show off in Summer’s personality (again, like Holly). Summer was still bright and eager, showy and brash, like any other normal girl her age. It was probably part of the reason that she invited Cassie to her party in the first place. But now that she was here, the blonde felt a chill of fear and anxiety run through her spine. Dressed in the only appropriate clothing she had (a knee high jeans skirt, rosy pink blouse and a pair of sandy-brown club heel sandals), she still felt nervous. For more than one reason. For one thing, Holly was likely to be in there. Cassie had resolved to make a move, finally, but she was utterly scared. What if Holly rejected her? Calling her a freak or something? In front of all these people, Cassie would never be able to live that down. And even more than that, Shannon was invited to Summer’s party. Shannon would just love to shoot Cassie down with another scathing remark about how ‘dumpy’ she looked. Or what ‘a geek like Cassie’ was doing there. Could she really face all that? Cassie doubted she had an answer for herself. But then, she didn’t need to. The whole reason she was here... that notion came in the form of Holly-Raine. Cassie blinked, her stomach tightening, her senses pounding. It was Holly-Raine. The brunette was striding up the street, from across the road, obviously heading for that party. She looked so gorgeous. She was clad in a pure black, tight mini-skirt (totally sinful, but totally hot...) that hung snugly around the delectable rise of her thighs and waist. Her midriff was exposed, due to the equally small black tank top that Holly was wearing, tight enough to highlight those delicious breasts. The breasts that Cassie had caressed endlessly in her dreams. Like Cassie, Holly was wearing open-toed high heels. But Holly-Raine made them look glorious. Her small feet delicately stepped forward, one after the other, in gracefully luscious strides. Her toenails and fingernails were polished a dark lavender, and there was a silver choker necklace possessively clinging to her neck. Cassie could only describe how Holly-Raine looked with one phrase. A vision of perfection. But Cassie’s awe took a backseat, when she realized something. Holly was sort of over dressed. She didn’t know much about parties or fashion, but Cassie knew one thing. You don’t wear high heels to a party. At least not a party that you dance at. It was only common sense. But, it really didn’t matter. Cassie tried to keep the butterflies in her stomach under control as Holly-Raine crossed the road towards Summer’s party-filled house. It was much quieter outside, so the low tones of music helped to set a scene for Cassie. And as Holly strode in her direction, Cassie prepared herself to speak. "..H-Hello, Holly..." Swish. Holly went straight past her. All the Texan brunette offered in response was a quick ‘hey’. The next minute, she was walking up the path to Summer’s door, knocking on it. Cassie blinked, then turned her head. She watched her head as someone opened the door for Holly. She thanked them, then went inside, not sparing one glance at our little Cassie. The blonde girl’s head sagged. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried, Holly-Raine just wouldn’t notice her. Like Cassie was utterly invisible. And for some, that might have confirmed the answer to Cassie’s affections. That they were pointless. Pointless if the object of them didn’t even know you existed. But to Cassie, it was a pothole, not a roadblock. There was a look on Holly’s face. A look of determination. Like she was preparing herself for something. Cassie knew that whatever Holly was thinking about, it had distracted her. That was all. Cassie wasn’t gonna give in now. Not when she loved Holly-Raine this much. ********** Holly-Raine looked around as she entered Summer’s house. Her light jade eyes darted from one side to the other, in search of Summer. This was just the lower hallway, but she was looking all the same. There were so many people here. More than Holly-Raine would have expected. But for now, they were not in her interest. Their was only one person she was really thinking of, and that was Summer. Holly walked forward, squeezing through some of the guys in her way. They gave her the quick eye over, and threw a few compliments her way. Naturally, Holly didn’t respond to them. Unless they were hiding a pair of breasts under those clothes, Holly-Raine wasn’t interested. She ambled through the crowds of girls and boys till she reached the open door leading into one of the two living rooms. Waiting in there, was Jenny, Summer and an assortment of teens from all across Victoria. Holly-Raine strode up to her two friends. "Happy birthday, Summer," Holly leaned into Summer, wrapped her with a hug, and placed a friendship kiss on her cheek. Summer pulled back and frowned, though she was happy to see her friend. "Where the heck have you been, huh?" Summer asked, still having to speak loudly due to the banging music. "Jenny and me were getting a bit worried." Jenny shook her head with a smile. "Actually, I think you were the one who was worried, Summer." "...It really doesn’t matter." Holly said seriously. "Summer, I need you to come with me for a minute. Okay?" Summer gave Holly-Raine a curious look. "Why? What’s the matter?" Holly said nothing. She simply clasped the confused Summer by the hand and lead her towards the exit out of the living room. Jenny watched them go with equal confusion, but accurately guessed that it had something to do with Holly’s present for Summer. With that in mind, Jenny just shrugged and began chatting with some of the other girls. Holly paced with Summer through the crowded hallways of the house, towards the kitchen. She had slept over at Summer’s house a billion times, she knew her way around. The moment she got to kitchen, she stepped inside and looked at the fifteen or so people hanging with drinks in their hands. "Alright you guys." Holly uttered directly. "Clear out." All of them groaned, realizing that Holly was kicking them out. Summer laughed as the collective group ambled out into the hallway with groans, all rejoining the rest of the crowds on the outside. Once Holly and Summer were the only two left in the room, the brunette turned to the door and locked it, firmly. Summer was confused, even more so when Holly shut all the blinds that were hung over the windows. Now the kitchen was almost quiet, the light sound of drowned out music was the only other thing there. Holly walked back over to Summer, with a warm but serious expression on her face. Summer was perplexed by it. What was Holly going to so much effort for? "Everything okay, Holly?" Summer asked, concerned. Holly lowered her head, then clasped one of Summer’s hands into her own. "I’m fine. And I’m sorry I‘m so late. All day I’ve been wracking my brain about what to get you, Summer. I just couldn’t think of anything that you’d really, really like. To show you how much you mean to me." Summer gave Holly-Raine a disapproving glare. "What are you talking about? You know you don’t have to get me anything. We’re best friends, and I-" Holly-Raine cut that statement off, placing a soft fingertip to Summer’s similarly soft lips. "I know I don’t have to. But I wanted to. You and Jenny... you guys mean everything to me. And I just wanted to show you that. I know I can be a little selfish at times... but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you guys to bits." "I understand that," Summer said with a smile. "But what’s this all about?" "I got you a present. To show how much I care about you." "A present, huh?" Summer didn’t see anything in her hands. "Which is?" Holly cast Summer a confident gaze, eye-to-eye. "...Me." Now, that confused Summer the most. What did Holly mean by that? Well it wasn’t something that Holly was going to let her ponder on for long. There was a slight height difference between Holly and Summer, but it didn’t stop Holly from kissing the minimally taller girl. Summer eyes went wide with surprise as Holly-Raine’s lips connected with hers, softly at first. She was astonished. Holly tilted her head to the side and wound her hand around Summer’s head, into her mop of long, manageable hair. A moan escaped her lips. In truth, Holly had never really thought about being this way with Summer. They were friends, and nothing more. But that was exactly what this was about. Friendship. Who better for Summer to be with for the first time, than Holly-Raine? Holly wouldn’t hurt Summer with unanswered calls or false declarations of love. This was just what it was. One night. To show Summer just how important a friend she was. Summer remained still, unable to take this in. Before she even knew what she was doing, Summer’s hands worked for their own accord, slowly and frigidly clutching Holly’s sweet cheeks, sprinkled with a innocent blush. The two remained that way for minutes. Exploring each other for the first time, for an instant, becoming accustomed to each other sexually, rather than just as friends. Holly-Raine pulled back with a sigh, her hands still woven into Summer’s long locks. "...Are you okay with this?" Holly asked timorously. Summer nodded ‘yes’ without thinking of the fact. But then, she didn’t need to. She had never kissed a girl before, but if it had to be with anyone, she would have wanted it to be Holly. It was strange. Before this night, Summer might never have classed herself as a ‘girl-into-girls’. Summer had had boyfriends before. She had even invited one of her ex-boyfriends (A/N a guy called Jackson, not really important) to the party. Of course, it was no surprise about Holly’s sexuality. It was common knowledge. Holly-Raine had plenty of male friends, but she didn’t find men the least bit attractive. But for Summer, this was uncharted (yet surprisingly compelling) territory. And yet, for the first time, she was seeing Holly-Raine as a woman. Not just her absent-minded friend, but as an honest to goodness woman. And for yet another first, Summer realized just how beautiful Holly really was. Maybe it was the way her emerald eyes sparkled romantically under the benevolent light cast by the moon, through the gaps of the shutters. Or the way her shoulder-long locks of milk chocolate brown hair swung to one side of shoulders when she nodded. Maybe it was the kinky get-up. Summer couldn’t place where the feeling came from. But she did know one thing. Something about Holly-Raine seemed different tonight. She looked almost magical. And it thrilled the birthday girl. Summer didn’t know what was rousing her so much; the idea of being with a girl, or being with Holly-Raine, but it wasn’t important. Not now. "Just for this one night," Holly-Raine began. "I wanna make you feel special." Summer nodded again, and Holly instantly acted. If this was okay with Summer, then there was absolutely no problem. But first, if Holly was going to do what she wanted to Summer, she would have to get her own needs out of the way. She cast her sultry lime green eyes at Summer’s, then took one of the taller girl’s hands up to her lips. Holly’s eyes remained fixed on a curious and spellbound Summer. Just before she inserted the tips of Summer’s index and middle fingers into her mouth. Holly-Raine’s startled friend looked on, warmth spreading over her body as she felt Holly’s wet lips enveloping her trembling fingertips. Summer, rightfully, was nervous. But all that nervousness evaporated from that feeling. That feeling of Holly’s sweet lips encircling her fingers, her wet tongue passing over them in deliberate dragging motions. Holly didn’t close her eyes, she watched Summer’s reaction, taking note of every look on face. In time, the teen brunette pulled Summer’s fingers from her mouth. Holly stepped closer to Summer, then pulled that hand down, down so far that it hovered between their thighs. Holly used her free hand to hike up her black skirt a bit. She pulled Summer’s hand under it, slowly and calmly, and continued to watch for her friend’s reaction. Summer’s hand froze when she found that she was touching Holly’s dampening lower lips. Summer blinked with alarm. "Y-You’re not wearing any..." "Do I need them?" Well, for what they were doing, panties were pretty needless. And at that moment, it was really unimportant information. Summer continued on with Holly-Raine’s direction, gently placing her saliva-coated fingertips against the womanhood of another person. The first thing Summer noticed was Holly’s wetness. She was leaking. And Summer could feel that the condition in her underwear were very much the same. Summer began a slow stroke, rubbing from the edge of the hooded clitoris downwards, till her hand curled around Holly-Raine’s vulva completely. Summer felt the brunette shake. Holly’s eyes snapped shut, and she drew in breath quickly, her body tingling with Summer’s curious touch. Before long, Summer was probing Holly’s nether-region from will alone. Holly’s hand no longer had a need to guide it. But Holly did guide Summer all the same. She pulled both her hands down to Summer’s searching one (which was now wet with Holly’s saliva and her premature discharge). Holly positioned Summer’s so that her middle and index fingers were placed together, against her moist labial region. And her body jerked reactively as she forced that two-finger combo inside herself. Holly-Raine cried out in short, muffled gasps, Summer’s fingers quickly parting the inner flesh of her pussy. Summer was shocked at how great it felt. That feeling of hot, cum-ridden tissue clamping down around her fingers. It was indescribable. Just ten or so minutes ago, Summer would never have dreamed that she would have her fingers inside Holly. And now it was happening. In all its glory, it was happening. Holly-Raine squirmed internally and externally, wiggling her hips on Summer’s long fingers. She was acting urgently, positioning Summer’s thumb in such a way that it rubbed her clit. Further serving to thrill Holly-Raine. Summer watched Holly-Raine intently, entranced by her petite gasps and furious breathing. She watched as the nubile Holly bucked against her hand, and sighed from feeling her inner flesh clamp and un-clamp fervently with each movement. It seemed like Holly was in a rush to get this over with. And Summer’s suspicions were confirmed. Holly cried loudly (luckily, her cries were drowned out by the music playing in the background) and slowed her breathing, decreasing the speed of her bucking hips. Summer felt Holly’s cum firsthand. Literally. Holly’s pussy continued to clench around her fingers, spreading her delectable cum around them, some leaking down to her knuckles in clinging drips. It was obvious that Holly had hastened that instant, but... It was, without a doubt, one of the most intense moments in Summer’s life. Holly-Raine broke her eyes open, and they rolled over to give Summer a look of appreciation for her efforts. She slowly withdrew Summer’s fingers from her sodden crack, and sighed. "I-I’m glad I got that off my... chest..." Holly-Raine mumbled incoherently. "What are you talking about?" Holly stood upright, slowly, then touched both her hands to Summer’s cheeks in a caring manner. "...Tonight is about you, you know? Not me. Just lay back, okay? Just relax and enjoy this." Summer was still a little confused. But she simply went with the flow, as Holly-Raine led her over to the counter in the middle of the room. She took each article off it, each bowl of chips and dip, every bottle of alcohol and even that bucket of ice. Holly moved it over to the surrounding counters, then looked back at Summer. "Could you take off your clothes for me?" "W-What if someone comes in?" Holly-Raine shook her head. "The door's locked, Summer." Had anyone else asked her that, Summer would have blown her top. But from Holly, on this night, her requests just sounded to utterly persuasive and melodic. Summer bashfully removed her clothes, which wasn’t much. She didn’t bother to overdress, because Summer knew that her clothes would be a minor issue during the party. Her hands curled around the bottom of her white and black tee shirt, and she yanked it up over head, tossing it to the floor. She next went for her jeans, and pulled them down in one motion. Soon Summer’s jeans touched the floor in the same way as her shirt did, leaving behind only her underwear, her bra and panties. Summer now felt sort of awkward standing like this, in her underwear. Especially since ninety half-drunk youths were having the time of their lives outside the kitchen door. Thankfully, Holly had the foresight to lock it. Summer then set about removing her underwear, beginning with her bra. It was a white J.C. Penney brand, a ‘bonding’ gift from her mother. She didn’t like it, because it felt tight around her breasts, but she loved her mom too much to offend her by refusing it. It came down as soon as Summer unhooked it. She then slipped her panties off, a pair of lilywhites with a rose pattern on them. Something of her own choice. Summer worked her fingers under the elastic, then worked it downwards, to her ankles. She stepped out of the panties, which now held a wet patch, and then dropped it on the pile of her clothes on the floor. Now, Summer was completely and utter naked. She wrapped her arms around her sizable breasts, and watched Holly probe her cupboards. Holly searched through them all, one after the other, searching for something. And she found all of what she wanted. Four items in total. Summer observed them, as Holly carried them to the large counter in the middle of the room. A can of squirting whipped cream, chocolate syrup, strawberry syrup, and a plastic bottle of honey. Suddenly Summer had a sneaking suspicion about what Holly was up to. And she felt her opening get wetter with that notion. Holly placed each item on the counter, then slapped her hand on it, looking at Summer. "Hop on." The naked Summer sat upright on the edge of the cleared counter table. Then shifted to the middle, flat on her back. She looked up at Holly-Raine, who had reassumed that mischievous look in her eye. She had been planning this all along. The beating heart in Summer’s chest, and the throbbing ache at her crotch, showed that she was just as excited. Holly-Raine smiled as she took in Summer’s lithe, buxom form. She was highly developed for a high school teen. From the size of her chest, you would have thought Summer was a practically full grown woman. Holly-Raine really wasn’t into big breasts, but on Summer they looked heavenly. They were perfectly shaped with the curves of her body. Summer’s delightful light brown aureoles encircled a pebble hard nipple, topping off the charm of her breasts. In addition to her long legs and wide eyes, Summer looked wonderful. "You’re really beautiful, Summer," Holly said confidently. Her hand went to the can of whipped cream. She took it smiled down at Summer, who was lying flat on her back. "Could you open your mouth for me?" Summer did as she was asked, parting her lips. Holly took the nozzle of the can and out from it squirted melting soft whipped cream. Summer didn’t eat it. How could she? The first thing she knew, the nozzle was gone, and it was replaced by Holly’s tongue. Summer moaned, in appreciation of the taste, both of the whipped cream and of Holly’s oral cavity. Holly-Raine dragged her tongue around Summer’s mouth while she kissed her. The brunette savoured taste of whipped cream mingling between their warm mouths. Holly relinquished their kiss, pulled back, then squirted the whipped cream along Summer’s neck. The birthday girl giggled. When Summer, Holly and Jenny were kids, they all used to joke about what was for dessert, straight after her birthday barbeques. Now she *was* dessert! Holly smiled at Summer, then lunged at her neck eagerly, thrashing her tongue around sensitive flesh covered in whipped cream. She moved over and over in slow motions, kissing and licking, sucking whipped cream between her lips while at the same time, sending waves of arousal and pleasure through her giddy quarry. Summer smiled and gasped, loving that feel of Holly licking the cream out of the nape of her neck. It was amazing. Even when the cream was all but gone, Holly-Raine still flicked her tongue over Summer’s neck, over and over. Holly’s hand absently went over for the can of chocolate syrup. Slick and dark. Just the way it was meant to be. Holly pulled her head upward, slurping her tongue back into her mouth. She then grinned, opening the cap of the plastic bottle. Summer shut her eyes and leaned her head back to the counter. And she broke out in giggles when she felt the first of the chocolate syrup drip onto her ample breasts. Holly moved the bottle over, and the chocolate was smeared over Summer’s chest correspondingly. Soon Summer’s chest was covered in thin but elongated trails of chocolate, the dark brown colour contrasting her pearly ashen skin. Holly hovered over her and dropped her head over Summer’s mounds. The girl moaned softly, no giggles, as Holly’s tongue worked its magic. It moved in circles, lapping up the liquid chocolate, stimulating Summer’s firm skin in the process. Summer juddered, feeling that pink tongue bathing her breasts and feasting on the chocolate syrup. Magnificent. Even more so when Holly’s lips curled around her stiff nipple. Summer moaned and worked her fingers into Holly-Raine’s head of hair. Holly’s mouth nursed on the nub of Summer’s firm mammary, while Summer rolled her head and ran hands through her Holly’s hair. The brown-haired girl worked her tongue over the nipple as it nestled comfortably between her lips, suckling with the zeal of a newborn. Summer sighed, then removed her hand from Holly’s hair. Her right breast, once covered with a thick build up of chocolate, was now covered with a thin build up of Holly’s oral juices. The nubile Texan just cast Summer a smile and exchanged right for left, absorbing the left chocolate-covered nipple into her mouth. Summer continued to moan and judder. What people said was right. They were some things that only a woman could give. That softness, that less threatening scent. Holly was a clear representation of that. Suddenly, Summer became thankful that her first sexual experience was with Holly-Raine. Holly lifted her head, her lips smeared with chocolate. She said nothing, simply reaching for the next bottle. The strawberry syrup. Holly-Raine leaned back, then rose the plastic bottle to a slightly tilted, more-or-less horizontal position. She squeezed the bottle slowly, and a thick trail of red poured down on Summer’s body. It was less thick than the chocolate variation, so made more of a mess. It ran down the sides of Summer’s body, spilling onto the grey counter in drips. The trail passed down her midriff to her waist, then further south. Summer’s heart proceeded to race as the strawberry-flavour liquid dripped over the swelling folds of her nether-lips. Again, Summer shut her eyes. It was strangely erotic to have that syrup gushing over her sacred place. Once the downpour ended, there was a brief pause. The next thing she felt was a jet of whipped cream being spread over the strawberry syrup and the labial creases beneath them. Holly seemed to take special care at this area, spraying cream in short spurts at the places that made Summer tremble. It was beginning to occur to Summer that Holly was far more experienced, sexually, than she was. Holly that shaft of a can down, then mused over her creation. Summer look like a sparse sundae. Just the way Holly liked ‘um. Her eager lips lowered towards that strewn out, topping-covered body, and dove back to the flesh. Summer’s stomach tightened with the touch of Holly’s tongue. There was absolutely nothing like it. That lukewarm tongue ran down Summer’s burning hot skin, lapping up the trail of strawberry syrup leading down to her pussy. Holly’s actions further served to please the overjoyed birthday girl. It moved down slowly, stopping each second so that Holly could place a little kiss there. This continued until Holly’s face reached the Y-like shape of her waist and thighs. Summer’s crotch was hairless, kept that way on purpose, and so the cream and syrup hung closely to it. Holly-Raine licked the chocolate remaining on her lips, then went for her prize. Summer gasped once more, this time harshly, as Holly-Raine’s mouth engulfed the build up of dessert toppings over her honey pot. Her lips ran over the cream, mixed with syrup, licking all of it like an aficionado. Soon all of it was gone, in mere seconds. But that didn’t end Holly’s lust. In fact, it drove it on. With one hand she parted Summer’s opening. And with her now flavoured tongue, she sought herself inside it. Summer gave a shrill cry of ecstasy, as Holly’s pink digit drove inside her. It tenderly touched areas Summer scarcely imagined it could reach, probing and thrusting. Summer squirmed, arching her back, clutching the table, as Holly’s head bobbed between her thighs. Her hips involuntarily bucked against Holly’s face. Slowly initially, then faster and faster the longer Holly’s tongue prodded her. Summer’s violent jerking even surprised Holly, as she had to grip Summer’s hips to keep her in place. Once she realized that her lower body was held in place, it was all Summer could do to thrash her head and cry out. Holly lapped at that wet fissure like cream was still inside it. Though it was really an ‘acquired’ taste, in Holly’s opinion (and in the opinion of others) there really was just nothing like the taste of a woman’s arousal. There was no way for Holly-Raine to really stress that point for what it was. Summer’s premature wetness was spread over Holly’s face, while she struggled to keep licking her. She knew Summer was a virgin, but goddamn... Summer bit her lip to keep from screaming. Though someone hearing was the least of her concerns, it was a reflex. She just couldn’t keep herself under control. Holly-Raine drove her wild. Summer squeezed her eyes together, and tightened the muscles over her body, realizing that something was about to give. Just when she was brought to the narrow edge of that unfathomably steep cliff we call orgasm, Holly’s tongue retracted from Summer’s tight vaginal aperture. Summer looked up in breathless disbelief. Holly stopped? "W-What are you doing...?" She anxiously mumbled. Holly-Raine leaned forward, still parting Summer’s labial tissue with her fingers. "I need something from you." "N-Now!?" There was a crafty smile on Holly’s face. And it looked surprisingly sexy with Summer’s wetness dripping from the corners of her mouth. "...So who... got you... the best present this year?" Summer cast Holly-Raine an infuriated glare. Of all times to ask such a ridiculously obvious question! "Oh Christ, is that important?" "Humour me." Summer writhed in frustration. Sometimes, she swore, she could kill Holly. Here she was, on the verge of quite possibly the greatest orgasm of her life, and Holly stopped. Just to ask some stupidly rhetorical question and make her sweat with impatience. "Holly, please..." Holly-Raine took great delight in making Summer squirm. "Say it, and I will." "It was the best present ever, okay?!" Summer yelled irritably. "Now... please... please just make me..." That’s the ticket! "Well, since you asked so nicely." Holly smiled at the expression on Summer’s face. It clearly said ‘stop now, and I swear I’ll kick your butt’. For that, Holly-Raine was grateful. It meant she was doing things right for her. The brunette lowered her head back between the cleft of Summer’s thighs, then went for the fleshy pearl, the centre of a real woman’s pleasure. Summer’s body reacted appropriately. Her back arched further, her mouth spread open and her eyes slammed her, thrusting her hips towards Holly’s angel mouth. Only slight stimulus of her clit was enough to send the girl straight over the edge of that cliff. Summer screamed passionately, her tight pussy lactating waves after waves of discharge. Holly’s mouth returned to Summer’s womanhood, slurping up Summer’s sexual makings, adding to the taste of cream, chocolate and strawberry. Summer’s body ended its light spasms, and she collapsed to the counter. She breathed slowly, and Holly’s head idly rose from between Summer’s hips, throwing another cum-covered smile at her. Summer controlled her breathing, then looked back at the shorter girl. There was a glint of unmatched happiness in Summer’s eyes that Holly-Raine had rarely seen before. But it sure was a welcomed sight. It was a birthday that Summer was unlikely to forget. ********** Chris Angel says, - Wouldn’t you have KILLED to have been either of those girls in that scene? Goddamn...
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