Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

"Sue? I-I feel so funny."

"So what? You'd better not back out, you hear? I'm too young to die of a heart attack."

She giggled wanly and licked her lips. I squirmed, arching my middle up off the furry spread a pelvic thrust with an unmistakably concentrated demand. And with a small cry of capitulation, she quit staring and began kissing again. Sucking! Turning the rest of our all-important afternoon together Into a rose-garden rendezvous, dewy with the tears of lost childhood. Or was that Just the sex-dew of our newly discovered love?

In a brief beltless housecoat, I lounged upon my bed expectantly, buoyant with bubbling suspense. One intrusive thought kept cropping up in my mind, self-indulgent but not exactly illogical. I now wielded a certain implicit power over my long time school chum. We were still best friends, but it was different somehow, a friendship based on rules that hadn't even been written yet. So wasn't there a practical side to explore, couldn't this new power of mine help me get my way? Now, more than ever, I didn't want Alix traipsing off to private school-some snooty one, no doubt, the kind that prized only pedigreed wealth. A school that would turn her into a snob and eventually destroy whatever remained of our mutual affection. She was ripe for such a place, coming from a family that always sounded a mite too modest and unassuming about the "guaranteed genuine" coat-of-arms which was embossed on their stationery and emblazoned on the front door. Not to mention the huge bronze plaque above the living room fireplace. Or the sporty ceramic replica set into the bar in their basement rumpus room, adding just the right touch of class. No mistake about it, the Moreau breed represented gentry in our neck-o'-the-woods.

My own family wasn't poor, just middleclass secure-and quite comfortable on their side of the vast social gulf. All except me! Which was reason enough to preserve that childhood friendship, my cherished link with the other side. Oh sure, I was a pretty popular kid regardless, always with more than my fair share of boys flocking around. Even most of the other girls liked me. But all of that was something I took for granted: just the unfailing popularity of a beautiful child-not nearly as rewarding as my relationship with Alix. Then again, well, nothing could have been that important to me now. I'd be desolate if she left town.

I pondered that dire possibility, momentarily fretful. But my mood wasn't for worry right then, not on this lovely day. This day that had scarcely begun, this springtime Saturday morning; oh, I felt so shamelessly keyed-up alone in the house and waiting for my lover. Keyed-up and ready! Even the downstairs door had been left unlocked for her. Any minute now. Uh-huh. Wasn't that a noise down there? Right on time. Now we'd have at least three hours before my folks were due home, precious hours of privacy…

"Sue? Oh! You look so yummy like that."

"Yummy, is it? Wonder what that means. As if I didn't know. You look pretty nice yourself, you darling. I can't think of anybody I'd rather see right now."

Our exchange of compliments was truthful enough, except that it would have been hard to find any real grounds of comparison between us. Alix still had that tomboyish appearance, attractive only as a type. More appealing to me was her personality, her attitude, especially this recently revealed quirk of hers, an unflagging desire to cover my body with kisses. Even now I saw her from that viewpoint, seeing my own beauty mirrored in those wistfully eager eyes.

"I locked the door. Like you said."

"Well? Don't just stand there licking your lips. Come on over here and make yourself useful"

"Oooh… yes… "

The housecoat went wide. I giggled in appreciative glee as her open mouth slurped at my breasts. "You're sure about the door?" I stroked her bent head fondly, toying with its dark mane of hair, my fingers playful but peremptory. "You checked it afterward? Not that I'm expecting anybody. But it's nice to feel safe-alone together-with the rest of the world locked out. Alone in the house… " Then, a whisper, hot upon her ear, "So that we can really relax up here, hmm? Darling? Our first time on my bed?"

She trembled against my tits, wringing the required answer out of her choked throat. "The door… it's okay… " It ended on a low moan, wet and wheezy, and then she was slurping again-but slower now, slower and rather serenely. Expertly. Almost daintily. Or with a certain restraint, anyhow, settling down to her immediate task in a mood of quietly intense devotion…

"Do this one. The nipple. Feel how hot it is?" I encouraged her. "Oooh, that tongue of yours, I just love it, you know that?"

"My tongue loves your titties."

"Smart. Smart little tongue."

"Beautiful big tits."

"They're not so big."

"Plenty big. I love 'em. I love you!"

"Hush. Don't get so sentimental. Remember what I told you, what we decided? It's just a fun-thing, that's all. Nothing very serious. Neither one of us is a real lesbian."

"A fun-thing, what else? But just for fun, I still love you-and I'm not ashamed to say so. Is that wrong?"

"Oh, the hell with it, I give up, no more preaching. Go ahead and love me, if it means so much to you. Love me, love me! But just be sure you keep on loving me with that sexy tongue of yours. And in all the right places, you hear?"

Her eager nod became a caress in itself. Squirming in suddenly aroused anticipation, I cast out all doubts and a few dubious judgments, at last seeing my weak demurral for what it was-little more than a perverse preoccupation with labels and such the stigma of the dirty name. Lesbian. Immature, to say the least. And when Alix slid down to focus her attention between my thighs, I could only yield gracefully and offer a guiding hand for her head. I shivered then, aware of something going on inside, an awakening of all those unseen inner muscles, all trying to make contact with the lick-and-tease of that prurient tongue. Such a thrill such an indescribable thrill! How would I ever do without it when the time came? All alone and lonesome, what would happen to me? The prospect was just too depressing; didn't I have some viable alternative? And wasn't this the propitious moment to find out?

I tensed, summoning up nerve. Then, resolutely-oh, the desperation!-I twisted to dislodge the source of my pleasure and clapped one hand over my now-panting pussy. Only it couldn't have panted any louder than the protesting mouth of my rudely deprived lover-girl. Her breath blew hot on the back of my hand, a barricade right in front of her face, a hope-inspired and hopefully impregnable barrier to the reunion of those anxiously impassioned lips and my own equally anxious crotch. Kind of like an uptight virgin's last-ditch shield against impending rape. Only it wasn't some big old rapist bothering me, it was my dearly beloved best friend, and I was about to strike a blow agaJnst her impending loss. Also the loss of her unique services…

"Sue? I-I don't understand."

"You will. Listen. I couldn't go on, not with this dumb thing on my mind. But maybe it isn't so dumb, you know? I'm just trying to figure out why you never talk about next year any more." About private school. You know. Whatever school you pick. What's the matter, haven't you even decided yet? Hmm. Maybe you have, maybe you're already registered and now you're wondering how to break the news to your best friend, huh?"

"Oh. That. Silly… "

"Silly?"

"Of course I'm not registered. It's still no decision. And that's exactly how it might wind up. No decision. Until it's too late to register anywhere, get it? Come now, can't you give me credit for any brains at all?"

"You-you're not putting me on? Alix? I thought you were pretty much sold on, the idea, you and your parents."