My Escapades

Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Sorry for the delay.

Sadly, I've lost interest in writing about my escapades. Instead... I have been enduring in them. I'll update less frequently now. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Posted at 04:00 pm by nora_tesse
(2) Were left speechless

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

My First Time With A Man...Was Shared With Another Woman

That's right. It's time for me to share with you all my first encounter with a man... I was 19 years old, and as the common story goes, I was drunk. Or at least on the verge of it.

I was in Boston, visiting my parents for their 20th anniversary. I was to stay there for a full week, and it was my last night there. My sister, Janie-Lynne, and I were itching to get out of their small apartment, so we set off in the night looking for clubs and bars. We found a bar, not too crowded just how we like it, and went in.

We played a few matches of pool, and went on our different ways. Jane, as she preferred to be called, went to go flirt with a bartender. Personally, judging by his receding hair line and slight gut... she could have done much better. She is a gorgeous young woman of 24 (now) and she's always had a self-esteem issue... She doesn't have any. And she had always seemed to think that the only guys she could win over were the low-lives living at the bottom of the swamp. Hah. She could win over even the most picky son of a bitch out there. Johnny Depp not only would give her a second glance... he'd drop his current love interest and spend the rest of his life persuing her. That's how drop-onto-your-knees beautiful my sister is. She's a combination of Anna Kournikova, Jessica Simpson, and Jennifer Aniston in one. She just sees a totally different person when she looks in the mirror. She sets her goals so low, even the scummiest of scum could do better than she. That's why she married a complete shmuck not more than 2 years ago, she's entirely unaware of how much better she could do... Poor child...

So back to the matter at hand...

When Janie (Yes, she's still my Janie) went to go exchange one-liners with that tub scraping loser behind the bar, I continued a game of billiards on my own. When I was about to snap the 7 ball into the left corner pocket, or something pool-lingo-y like that, I felt a sudden touch come upon my right elbow.

Startled, I turned around to see the most handsome young man ever to be put into my perspective stand right before me. He had a drink in his left hand, and my elbow in the other.

"I'm sorry," he tells me, "to bother you in the middle of your game... but would you like a drink?"

I point to my nearly-full Sam Adams bottle (which Jane bought for me, considering I was only 19 at the time) resting on the corner of the pool table, and tell him, "No, thanks. I'm set."

Despite how much I was trying to seem uneffected and cool... My heart was beating like that big drum in almost every single White Stripes song. (Very annoying, mind you)

But the feeling of his hand on my skin was... invigorating. I took one more glance at him and his disappointed facial expression... His pouted lips practically screamed to be touched... I caved, and told him I could use a fresh bottle.

His face lit up almost instantly, and we took at seat at the bar, a couple of stools away from Jane and her balding man-bitch.

I never did feel such attraction for a man before, in high school, yes, maybe, but I was waywardly driven in the straight cuIt... this was genuine Iust. And I was intimidated. I was intrigued, and every single part of my body was begging to follow my instincts.

We spent time talking. I learned his name was David, and he blushed everytime someone called Davie. He was a psychology major at Boston College. That was a plus. I've always had a shrink/patient fantâsy. I had a feeling I'd get the chance to carry it out sometime soon...

I'll continue this when I have time. I must go meet Janie in a few minutes. I get to babysit her 8 month old son Gavyn for a few hours while she and her hubbie go to his best friend's wedding. I'm awfuly excited about that. He's an adorable child.

Au revoir.

Nor

Posted at 04:53 pm by nora_tesse
(1) Were left speechless

Saturday, September 04, 2004

When I Realized She Was Forever Mine

::Billy Idol - White Wedding::

It was quite an interesting taxi ride from the restaurant. The driver kept on complaining about the windows fogging up. But we knew he was intrigued, without a doubt. He ran a red light because he was looking attentively at us through the rear view mirror.

We weren't getting too frisky in the cab. We were merely generating heat for more intensity later on. We had our limitations, you understand this.

Nothing below the belt.

But even this limitation allowed countless possibilties. ;)

Dex was getting so into it, I was amazed by her fire. It only made me want her more.

When we got into the backseat, she had to shut the door with her feet because we dove in entangled and kissing maniacally. She uttered to the driver the cross streets to drop us off. If you don't count the large amount of Yes's and Don't stop's, he didn't hear a peep from us.

I was sucking on her nippIes so much that I could see them harden even through her bra and the thick fabric of her dress. This drove me wild, and only made me want to continue. But she refused. When she was denied the right to: get fingered, get eaten out, finger, or eat out... the only thing she is interested in is kissing. (I have discovered on several bus trips, plane rides, and even boat journies, she still is keen on the kissing)

We were kissing so roughly and aggressively, that she accidenally hiked her foot up and kicked the filthy plastic divider between us and the driver. This brought him the slide it fully open, to "avoid breakage." ...Or to get a better look.

When we reached our destination, we got out, and apparently we were so lost in Iust that she overpayed him. It was $10, Dex threw him a clump of cash in her purse. (Turned out to be the two tens and three fives she later on goes bazerk looking for.)

We ran to the entrance of the apartment building, giggling like five-year-olds on christmas morning. Since the elevator was "out of order" we had to take the stairs. It was around 10 pm, everyone in the building was either out or sleeping. So we took advantage of the privacy.

When we reached the 2nd staircase, she threw me up against the wall (Yes, she's quite the domiinatrix) and started kissing me. Her hands were running all over my body, making my cIit throb with anticipation. I love the way she teases me. It's the absolute greatest.

When her hands finished exploring, she pulled down my skirt, looking up at me with playfully impish eyes. She kissed the area around my pulsing mound, to tease me even more. I was screaming for her to do what I've been waiting for her to do, but again, she refused. But harmlessly. It wasn't the right time. Until then, she was to please me with her fingers.

She slid down my panties and stuck a finger into me, toying with my pussie. I moaned and panted, crying for more. She added two more fingers and thrust them into me hardly. The pace quickened and the force increased. I gripped her shoulders, digging my nails into her. But carefully, not to pierce her beautiful skin.

While she was fingering me so gracefully, her other available hand went down to her own cIit, and she started to play with herself underneath her dress.

She removed both hands from their hiding spots, and placed them on the floor to support her. It was time. She glanced up at me and gave me the most Iustful wink I had ever seen. She glided her tongue around the outside of my semi-shaved pussie, and then slipped it in. It danced around in me, making me scream with pleasure. I ran my hands up and down her neck, slightly pushing her into me and arching my back so she could get all of me. Her hands left the floor and gripped my ass and pressed me into her face. Apparently, she was interested in getting all of me as well. She suckled on my moist cIit lips and her tongue tinkered inside me.

At this point, I had lifted my shirt up and started rubbing my breâsts, she was making me so hot.

My juices exploded on to Dex's tongue, and she sucked them all up, leaving me dry. Her face finally left my pussie, and her tongue drove up my abdomen and circled around my nippIes. While she was doing this, she slipped her fingers back into me. And to return the joyous sensation, I slid my own fingers into her cIit. Jolting them in and out and about. She squeeled at the force, and I could feel the vibration of her voice on the tip of my breâst.

She lifted her face from my chest and looked at me. I was still digging my fingers into her, but her fingers have left me. Her hands were merely placed on my hips. I looked into her eyes, to see her reaction from my fingers. She threw her head back in content as I added a forth finger. Her orgâsm had arrived, and her grip on my hips tightened.

I took my fingers out of her and set my hands on her hips the same way she had mine. We both arched our backs and pressed our mounds together, and our juices mixed. She moved up and down, rubbing her cIit lips against mine. My eyes were still focused on hers. And as she pushed herself into me, I saw something glint in her eyes. A star had fallen into the pools of blue, and that's when I knew she was forever mine.

Nor

Posted at 07:19 am by nora_tesse
(4) Were left speechless

Monday, August 30, 2004

A Night At Sushi Samba: Partie Deux

::Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down::

We found the restroom after seconds of anticipation, and she pushed me through the door, french kissing me like an apocalypse was near.

When we entered, there was an elderly woman washing her hands and she looked at us with disgust. We only grinned at her as she pushed past us to exit. Without checking for anymore people, Dex pressed me up against the wall and started massaging my tongue with hers. God, I wanted her so badly, all of her. She locked the door to prevent any interuptions. It wasn't a full restaurant, so not many people would be needing to use the restroom.

My hands ran up her dress, feeling her smooth and tingling skin. She made a soft squeek into my ear and begged me to stop teasing. My hands were still slipped under her dress as I struggled to unsnap her Victoria Secret bra. I managed to undo it, took it out from the back, and tossed it behind us. She bit my lips provokatively and slid her hands down my back while I grabbed her breâsts. Her hands gripped my ass tightly and pushed my pelvis into hers, and I could feel her heat pulsing down South. She wanted me almost as much as I wanted her.

My fingers toyed with her nippIes and she screamed softly, trying not to disturb anyone out in the dining area. I pulled her dress up and slid down, resting my knees on the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties, and that just drove me wild. I licked everything around her throbbing cIit, and teased her belly button ring with my tongue. Her fingers were inhabiting my hair and massaging my scalp, she moaned for me to eat her out. And who was I to oppose?

But before I slipped my tongue deep into her, I rubbed my hands all over the front of her pussie. And I fingered her tenderly at first. Gliding in two of my fingers, wanting to bring her to an orgâsm. After a few moments, she exploded onto my hand, and then I crouched down and stuck my face in between her legs. While I dug my tongue and lips into her cIit and sucked up all her juices, she bent down and played with my chest. Her hands were cold and my nippIes hardened quickly, making me pant with ecstacy.

After taking in all of her liquids, I stood up and kissed her roughly, making her taste her own warmth. Her hands pulled off my peasant skirt and underwear and she pressed herself against me, pulling me into her. She arched her back and rubbed her pussie lips against mine, drenching my own cIit with her cum. This made me insane. I pulled off my halter top slowly, trying hard to tease her. It worked, before I could get it fully off, she tore it off me and threw it onto the floor.

I leaned backwards, arching my back, resting myself in her hands, and her mouth trailed down my chest to my abdomen, then up again. She took in the tip of one of my brêasts and nibbled on it gently, sucking on it as well. I wrapped one arm around her neck and yelled for her not to quit. My other hand slid down and while she was taking in all of my tît, I fingered her hardly, making her yelp.

Sadly, we could no longer continue, for there were knocks being thrown onto the door. Other women needed to use the restroom. We were to carry on with our mischief over at her place...

Nor

Posted at 06:37 pm by nora_tesse
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004

A Night At Sushi Samba

::Korn - Did My Time::

Highly primitive music, but I'm in a primordial kind of mood. And Angelina Jolie is in the video, and she is quite the eye candy.

So I figure I should pick up where I left off.

Well, when Dex asked me if I would consider going to dinner with her that night, I hesitated. I had never been in a real relationship with a woman before, and normally, dinner leads to relationships. But I was so eager to learn more about her. To learn everything about her. The way her mind works, the way her heart works. I have never been so interested in a woman before. Whenever I had slept with women in the past, it was strictly Iust. And only Iust. I would have a one-night stand with a woman I met at a bar or a party, maybe two if I was drunk enough. (Yes, I drank underage.) We would go back to her apartment, never mine, and have an utterly orgâsmic night. I would gather up my scattered clothings and leave in the early morning. I never once thought about a serious commitment with a woman.

Then as soon as Dex offered a night on the town, I took the possibility into consideration... and it didn't bother me.

I told her yes, and she said she meet me at my apartment around 7.

When she did, I was ready. I was dressed in a white halter top and a black peasant skirt. She was wearing a short casual black strapless dress with a white rose pinned in the center of her bosom. The strings from her heels ran up her legs and stopped at her knee. As soon as I layed eyes on her, I felt a familiar sensation welling around in my pelvis. If I could have, I would have taken her right there on the stoop.

But this night required sophistication, civil manners and common sense. This night was all about the substance, the content of our personas. We were to learn about each other and the night would be brought to an end.

I have to confess, I had lost my interest in learning about her mind and soul when I saw her dressed like that. I was only concerned about slipping my hands up that dress and giving her the fondIing of a lifetime.

We took a taxi to one of the most romantic sushi restaurants around. At least I held it in high regard, I'm not sure about the other Miami inhabitants. It was called Sushi Samba (quite famous), with a yellow and red color scheme, it set the evening to perfection.

We ordered and before I bit into one of the California Rolls, she asked me tons of questions.

Where did you grow up? Have you always resided in Florida? What about your family? Where did you go to high school? Are you planning to go to college? Where to? What do you want to major in? What career are you currently interested in? Are you ever going to leave Florida? Leave the country?

So many questions flooded my head, but I managed to answer them all. And as soon as I told her that I was not interested in a college future, and that I wanted to spend two years in the UK, her face lit up. She has always been fascinated by travel, she told me. Someday she planned to backpack through Europe and only live out of a suitcase for a year. We talked for a good 45 minutes.

I learned a lot about Dextra in those 45 minutes. I knew that I was already head first for her. I was on cloud nine, I was a smittin' kitten. I never felt this way for anyone. It wasn't love just yet, it was more of a sincere and genuine admiration. I guess you could say I was in "like" with her. But that would be a horrendous understatement.

In the middle of our conversation about my neglecting of college pursuits, I felt something soft and cold glide up my leg. It was her foot (wearing her shoe.)

I hopped and squeeled at the touch of this, glanced at Dex, and she gave me a comforting (and aroused) wink. Her foot continued to run up, I grabbed hold of it and my hands explored her soft and beautifully shaped leg.

While this was happening I asked, "Want to go back to my apartment?"

She was already drenched in ecstâcy, I could feel her longing pulse throughout her body. She looked at me with desperate eyes and said, "I can't wait that long."

And at this, she took my hand, bit her bottom lip in a tempting manner, and dragged me off to the restroom....

I'm done for now. I feel like taking a bubble bath and reading a good book. I'll continue this story later. Until then, au revoir.

Nor

Posted at 01:02 pm by nora_tesse
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Saturday, August 21, 2004

Dex: Partie Deux

::No Music::

I left off : "She bit my bottom lip softly, and I ran my hands up and down her back...."

If you're reading this second part, I suggest you scroll down and read the first one. Titled "Dex."

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and danced a sweet number with mine, I could feel her breath stream in between my lips, it felt cool and crisp. Her hands were on my hips, then slid up underneath my shirt, fondling my now anxious breâsts. Her right hand toyed with my stiff nîpple, and I squeeled softly, letting her know of my happiness.

Then, Dex pulled away from me, took several steps back, and I felt teased, so I leaned forward with my arms open yearning for more. She filled a glass with cold water from the sink, and took a miniscule sip from it. And then, she tipped the glass onto her chest, and spilt it all over her thin white sweater. Within seconds, I could see her lush, hard nîpples penetrating through the fabric, just begging...waiting to be grabbed. I hopped off the counter, circled my index finger around one of them, and Dex threw her head aback, ran her fingers through her hair, and mewed softly. My hands explored the terrain of her sweater, until they reached the end at the bottom.

I rolled up her shirt, letting it rest just above her bosom, crouched down and blew on her aching nîpple. She brushed her fingers through my hair, and gasped for me to keep going. I stuck out my tongue, letting it fall on to the tip of her breâst, trailed it around the curves, and then took as much of it as I could into my mouth, sucking softly, nibbling tenderly. Her flesh felt raw and smooth in my mouth, and tasted sweet and ripe. I switched over to her neighboring breâst, took it in between my lips and sucked on it as I had done before. While I was doing so, she had stuck her hand down into her skirt, and her panties, and was fingering herself gently.

I lowered myself to my knees, and looked up at her. She removed her hand from inside her skirt, and stood there arms at her side, eyeing me with curiosity. I had no idea what was driving me to rush into things. During the time we've known each other I hadn't learn all that much about Dex, she was 20 years old, she worked at a day care center infants and toddlers, she was completely against religion, and that she had a fêtish for having steamy interludes in kitchens. (Later I learn that she enjoys partaking in these interludes in elevators, hotel lobbies, public bathrooms, bookstores, and on rooftops.) Despite my lack in knowledge of her life and image, I continued with every ounce of enthusiasm I had before.

I ran my hands up her skirt, feeling her warm skin against mine. She panted heavily, anticipating what was on its way. I pulled off her skirt, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. Without wasting anytime I stuck my head in between her legs, pressed my face against her pussie opening and stuck my tongue inside her. With my hands on her hips, I shoved her mound closer into my face, eating her out slowly and softly at first. The pace quickened, the pressure increased, I took her juiced into my mouth and yearned for more. She was now screaming frevently, skipping breaths from such pleasure. I licked upon every wall, every curve inside her. I turned my head, took one of her lips inside my mouth and sucked on it, this sensation brought a weakness and frailty to her knees, so she dropped before me, my mouth never parting from her cIit.

Gaining back her strength, she stood up and lied me on the floor, pulling off my shorts and panties. She set herself ontop of me, her shirt still rolled up just above her chest, and kissed me heavily on the mouth. Our tongues massaged each others and our lips never separated. While we were in our passionate kiss, trailed her finger on the outside of my cIit, teasing me. She then inserted two of her fingers into me, digging deeper and deeper. At this new found penetration, I squirmed with joy, and moaned with arousal. She finger-fûcked me harder and faster, and then added yet another finger inside me, making it three. I had always been very tight, so it had started to hurt. But nonetheless, I begged for her not to stop. She added another finger, making it a quartet, and I felt my walls ripping and tearing, but the sensation still felt lovely.

She was almost a complete stranger to me, and I was enduring in this scandalous event. What have I become? A Iesbian sIut that had sêx with every woman that comes along? I was ashamed of myself, I barely got to know this woman before jumping her bones, and here I am now, on the verge of having her whole hand inside me.

She thrusted the four fingers into my pussie, in and out, fast and hard, and my juiced has spilt all over her hand. She took it out licked it like an ice cream pop. I saw the drive in her eyes, and I knew she wanted to explore my body more. But I silently refused, pulling on my underwear and shorts, rolling down her shirt, and then getting up.

"I can't do this anymore," I told her, "It's not right. I barely know you. We aren't even ." I had made one mistake by fooling around with an unfamliar woman at a Halloween party, and I wasn't ready to introduce myself to complete strangers as an easy sIut.

I walked away from her without ever looking back, left the apartment through the front door, and caught a cab back to my home.

The next afternoon, Dextra May Harris called my apartment, I picked it up, in the middle of watching a Molly Ringwald movie, and as soon as I said "hello" she asked me, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Nor

Posted at 08:54 am by nora_tesse
(2) Were left speechless

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Dex

::A bunch of Aerosmith songs::

I would like to describe to all of you the woman of my dreams. Her name Dextra May Harris. Known to others as Dex. We have been together for three extraordinary years, since I was 18.
Dex is an absolutely mind-blowing British knockout. She's 5'11, has long golden locks, deep sea blue eyes, and skin smoother than clouds in the middle of Spring. Her body is gloriously curved and rounded. Large plump and voluptuous breâsts, a flat abdomen, well-defined hip bones, and a luscious ass. Her legs are long, silky, and tan, alluring even to the most domestic of eyes. You were just tempted to reach out and run your hands up her legs, but like a porcelain doll, you feared that if at the slightest touch... you could break her.

I had met her at a dinner party that Belle was hosting. Belle and I had kept in touch since that steamy Halloween night, for I got her number from Vin. He was a bit curious as to why I was so interested in his sister. Little did he know, she and I shared an unbelievable night together.

Since our first encounter, Belle and I had a few others within our year of knowing each other, but those are stories so far aside from this one... maybe I'll tell you all about it a little later. But now it's time to discuss the dinner party.

So the day of the junction, I drove to her apartment, and when I arrived at her door and rang the doorbell, the barrier swung open, and there stood Belle, wearing a long black strapless dress with a skin tight gray long sleeved shirt underneath and a pair of dark blue flare denims under her dress. Her feet were bare on the hardwood floor, save the many silver toerings and black nail polish. Even though our heat had died down in the past year, and I was there merely as a friend, I never wanted her more than when she looked like that. Her black hair was pulled back with chinese chopsticks and accented with a white lilly. She was wearing her frameless glasses, drawing attention to her beautiful green eyes.

Her face lit up at the sight of me, "Nora! You made it!" She threw her lips onto mine for a moment as a greeting, and slipped her arm around my waste to pull me inside. To meet the others, of course.

I was wearing a deep red sleeveless blouse and a pair of simple pair of black shorts. So when I entered the heavily air-conditioned room I was more than freezing, but I kept a warm expression on my face, not to perturb the other guests.

She pulled me into the dining room, where the korean food (Belle was half Korean, and inherited her mother's cooking skills) was already neatly sprawled out onto the table. There were a total of 4 other guests, 2 men, 2 women. And they were all standing up, evidently waiting for my arrival so they could get to their authentic meal.

And then I saw her. She was dressed in a thin white long sleeved sweater, see-through, and a soft pink skirt that ran to the floor. Anyone with eyes could see through that sweater... and ogle at her massive (yet humble) and sensuous breâsts. Her hair was pulled back in a white silk ribbon, and her blue eyes held their gaze at me. Giving off warmth that drew me to her even more.

I was introduced as "an old friend who shared some fun times" and we all sat to dinner. The kimchi was magnificent, although, during the whole time, I was looking over at Dex... who was sitting next to me. I was a little surprised when she placed her hand ontop of my thigh in the middle of a loud conversation. Deren, one of the male guests invited to Belle's swareé, had started a heated debate between himself and two other guests about plastic surgery. Dex was highly bored with it, so she made up her mind to flirt with me. Her velvety sleek hand found my thigh and lingêred upwards... and came to a halt. Then Belle suddenly turned her head to look at us, and Dex's hand disappeared from its position.

It was time for dessert, and Belle and her other guests decided it would be great to go out for sundaes. I refused as nicely as I good, and she offered for me to stay in the apartment and wash the dishes instead. Belle is a sweet, sweet woman, but indeed strict when her buttons are pushed. I loved it.

I agreed to stay her apartment alone and do the dishes, but surprisingly enough, Dex spoke up and said she'd be willing to stay with me and help. Belle knew what was being implied, nodded, and left with her crew.

I cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink, raring them for a good scrub down.

When I started to wash them, I heard her voice from very close behind me, "So how old are you, Nora?"

I answered her without turning around, fearing to face her, "Almost 19, how about you?"

The distanced between us lessened, and I heard her more clearly as she said, "Just turned 20 two months ago..." There was a long pause as I continued to soap, rinse, and dry. Then she started again, "Do you have a boyfriend, Nora?"

"No... haven't had one in a while."

"Experimenting with women?"

I spun around, offended with her assumption, "Where do you go off asking me that?"

"Belle told me about your... lûst driven encounters."

Without anything to say, I turned back to my work, soaping, rinsing, and drying.

Dex came up behind me, and I felt her chest press up against my back. She placed her hands on my hips, and whispered in my ear. "Belle's a very lucky lady." Her hands then turned corners and caressed the ravigne of my pelvis, making my panties soak with an orgâsm.

I put the dishes down, dropped my head back and moaned as she kissed my neck. After a few moments of this bliss, I turned around, and she picked me up, and sat me ontop of the counter. She looked at me for a moment, with her entrancing sapphire eyes, pushed my hair back behind my ears and held my chin with two of her fingers. Dex then inched closer, breathing softly, and we shared the most memorable kiss in the history of my life. Her lips were plump, smooth, and I could taste the remains of her sweet strawberry chapstick. Our tongues met and I felt an electrical shock all over my body. She bit my bottom lip softly, and I ran my hands up and down her back....

To Be Continued, I've got a job interview to get to. Bye.

Nor

Posted at 09:11 am by nora_tesse
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Monday, August 16, 2004

Leather boots, cigarettes, and Belle.

::The Donnas - Take It Off::

Ah... My own online journal. How fascinating. Well, where do I start off?

I guess the best place to begin is where I've first discovered I was bisêxual... it wasn't that long ago. I was about 17 years of age when it first came to me. But for 17 years I was so naive and under society's spell, I thought that the right way was the straight way. But minds change. Views blur. And curiosity boils...

It was Halloween, and I was at a friend's party. Their parents were gone on some business junction, so Hallie, my friend, decided the throw a bash. It started out simple and decent. And then some students from college came. How did they hear about it? One of the college freshmen was the older sister of one of Hallie's friend, but why am I tangling your thoughts with these social chains?

That year, I was dressed up as a candy-striper. Save your little jokes for later, I thought it was a cute idea. I had artificial blôod plastered all over my chest, and rips in the front revealing my evenly tanned skin. I even wore white fishnets with little white keds. I found it quite amusing.

So when I arrived to Hallie's two-story victorian house, I was utterly amazed by the time put into the decorations. Spiderwebs, rubber spiders, skeleton silhouettes. Zombie hands poking from the ground, as well as headstones, and rob zombie music blasting from inside. It was a great sight to see...

I went in, and clouds of cigarette smoke were flying around like wayward white doves. The stench of it aroused my urge for a cigarette. I had recently given up smoking for the 4th time that year, and I was in need of one. But to distract my longing for one, I went around looking for my friends. Jason, Cara, and Vin. They said they'd meet me by the stereo, and voila, there they were.

But someone I've never seen before was with them. A tall busty lass with long black hair, dark green eyes, an hour glass figure, a lip ring, and knee high leather boots. The black fishnets ran up her smooth leg beautifully. She was dressed up as a female grim reeper. But her black robe was short and only came down to just past her buttocks. The V-neck shape of the colar came down and formed the angle just above her belly button, leaving everyone to gawk at her subtle (yet drastic) clevage. Her hand was wrapped around the scythe in a provokative way... that when she first came into view, I felt disturbingly drawn to her.

My body was tingling in areas I didn't know that could. So of course, when I approached, I felt bound. Vin introduced her to me as his older sister. A sophomore from the local college, one of many that came. Her name...a name I will never forget in all my days... Isabelle Rae. When I restated it for emphasis, it rolled off my tongue so quickly that it startled me. I didn't want her to sense my attraction to her.

But it was much too late... She sensed it. As soon as I took her hand into mine for a shake. She felt a spark, I could tell by the way her eyes widened in wonder. The spark... was indeed mutual.

After hours of talking with Isabelle, Belle as she told me to call her, she made an offer I couldn't refuse.

"Damn, the music's so loud. Want to go into Hallie's parent's room so we can talk some more?"

Those aren't the exact words, they were a little fuzzy coming in. All I remember hearing clearly was "go into Hallie's parent's room" and I was set.

She gripped my hand gently and led me up the stairs... it was intriguing on how she seemed to know her way around. The staircase was narrow and crowded will people, so when we went up, our bodies were pressed together, and I could feel her lush warmth.

We found the door that had a license plate on the front, reading "Hallie", so we went in. It was dark, Belle was in front of me and when she stopped to look for a light switch, I bumped into her, feeling her round bottom in my pelvic area. Felt good, I must say.

The light switch was found, and when she hit it, a tender white brightness teased our eyes. She led me to Hallie's bed, still holding hands, and we took our seats. She set her plastic scythe onto the floor and we talked some more. Voices low and soft for some unknown reason. One thing led to another, and we came to the topic of her sêxual orientation. She was a Iesbian. A flamboyant one at that. She put her hand on my cheek and told me that I made "a very breath-taking zombie candy-striper." At thise, I giggled, and she moved her hand down to my neck. She pulled me forward and set her warm lips onto mine. She wet them just before, so it was a moist kiss. Her tongue struggled to find mine, and the two finally met. I had no objection this. I was a little shocked, but I was interested nonetheless. Her hands slid down my back looking for the zipper to costume, and when they had discovered it, she took it off. At least the top half. There was no bra underneath. I was now partially nâked, and quivering from both the cold and the anxiety.

She bent down and put her mouth to my breâst and took in my nipplê, letting her tongue play with it. Not in control of my actions, I moaned in joy. Her lips and tongue travel south and her hands ripped off the bottom half of my costume, revealing my panties. Without fully discarding them, she slipped her hand down the front and toyed with my anxious cIit. My hands were now clutching the bed sheets mercilessly.

Soon, her mouth met my cIit and she slipped her tongue into me. Devouring everything in reach, wiping the walls clean, pulling her tongue in and out quickly until a warm moist explosion fell onto it. It was my very first orgâsm. Or at least the first one I could recall.

She continued giving me such pleasure... then she finished and her body demanded to be pampered the same. She got up, and I watched her strip for me, up until she was down to her panties and fishnets. Then I lowered my nakêd self to the floor, and stuck my fingers through the holes in the fishnets, and into her panties, then into her warm tight cIit. She remained dancing and rubbing her chest so tenderly. I pulled off her stalkings and underwear, and didn't waste any time. My tongue rapidly found its destination and slipped into her. I ate her out good, and I know this because she was screaming so loud that her thights began to vibrate outside my ears. She pushed my head into her, demanding more, while playing with my hair.

My hands left the floor and traveled up her legs. Her soft, satin-like legs. They went on for miles. I got off my knees slid my tongue up her abdomen until I met her breâsts, and I sucked on her nipplês until they were raw. Still with her orgâsmic liquid on my tongue, I kissed her mouth and let her taste her own warmth. She bit my bottom lip gently, and our fun lasted for almost an hour...

After that hour of bliss, one of her friends walked in on us; it was over. Belle dressed herself, kissed me one last time and walked out the door. Forgetting her stalkings. In awe of what had just happened, I stood there in my birthday suit for a moment and then I gathered myself up, feeling weak in the knees for having such an experience, and embarassed for getting caught. I put on my costume messily, and walked out of the room...holding Belle's fishnets in my hands.

I still have those fishnets. And I will never part with them, for they will forever remind me on how Belle opened a new door to me. I am still in touch with Belle, but now just as good friends. We have indeed had a few more escapades in our day, but not recently. I love you Belle, thank you for bringing a new light into my life. It will stay with me til the break of time.

Nor

Posted at 06:44 pm by nora_tesse
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