Deviant

Thursday

“Deviant?!”

Startled, Sofia stopped in her tracks and focused her attention on the vaguely familiar girl facing her. The two young women were of an age, both attractive, and otherwise as different as night and day. Sofia Fleming had that fresh-scrubbed girl-next-door look that was enhanced by her blonde ponytail and cheer uniform. She faced an outraged brunette clad in baggy cargo pants and leather jacket whose body language was somewhere between “outsider” and “Goth.”

“What gives you the right to call me a deviant?” Sofia’s assailant took a step closer, hands clenched, and the cheerleader desperately wanted to move a matching step back, but it felt as if her feet were glued in place. If only her friend Kate hadn’t had that errand after practice, Sofia would have had much-needed support, but there was nobody in sight — it was just herself and…

Belated recognition dawned on her. “Colleen? What are you talking about?” Sofia struggled to understand the accusation coming from a girl with whom she couldn’t recall ever having a conversation.

“What am I talking about? That’s rich, coming from you,” Colleen sneered. “How about, ‘what are you talking about,’ you pathetically ignorant excuse for a journalist wanna-be?” Sofia’s confusion faded away to be replaced by anger of her own as Colleen continued. “Yeah, that’s right. ‘Old Moral Values for a New Millennium.’ It wasn’t enough for you to spout your self-righteous bullshit, but you didn’t care who you smeared, did you?”

“It’s a free country!” retorted Sofia. “I just wrote what a lot of people are saying, that it’s sick how these false religions are corroding our society and how we need to stand up for our God-given rights and stop giving special protection to deviants who are making a mockery of our institutions of love and marriage.” The fact that she’d been prompted to write it after Kate had described being hit on by Colleen didn’t change that. More spitefully, she punctuated, “I can’t help it if you’re a dyke. You should be ashamed of yourself. Besides, my editorial wasn’t even published in the paper — Principal Martinez censored it.”

Colleen’s slow burn reached a boil. “Bitch!” For a moment it looked like she would slap the blonde, but she controlled the impulse with an effort. “You know your fucking friends posted copies of your drivel on every damn website in existence. I’ve heard idiots talking about it who don’t even know we have a school paper. And the worst part is that you — are — so — damn — ignorant! You rag on me and the others in the Gay/Lesbian club like we’re the worst pervs ever known, and totally overlook the scum who go to the ‘right’ clubs or the ‘right’ churches. Can you really be this naive or are you a hypocrite too? Do you really know even the slightest thing about any of the people you are condemning? Met one? Talked to one? Tried to imagine their point of view? And what makes you think that yours is the only ‘true’ religion?” Her expression turned sly. “Why do you think you’re just standing there, taking this?”

Sofia tried more consciously to move back and put space between herself and her obviously deluded detractor. Neither her shoes nor the feet in them budged even a fraction of an inch. She looked down and saw her perfectly normal white shoes were standing in the center of a circle drawn in chalk on the sidewalk. A series of unknown glyphs traced the perimeter of the circle. She reached down and tugged at a leg, to no avail, then looked anxiously at the other girl. “What is this? What are you doing, Colleen? Let me go! C’mon, this isn’t funny!”

“That’s right; it isn’t funny, is it?” Colleen purred. “Think of it as a product of one of your ‘false religions.’ I’ve decided that it’s up to me to cure your pathetic ignorance and expand your worldview.”

Sofia looked scared now. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing, really. I’m just going to help you discover the truth about these matters yourself. Maybe you’ll have a little fun, too.” The brunette straightened and, gesturing gracefully with one hand, continued more formally and precisely. “Sofia Elizabeth Fleming, until the seventh dawn hence you shall suffer this doom. You will know the truth about the desires of those about you. When you touch another, flesh to flesh, their strongest sexual urges will become yours. What they enjoy, you will desire. What they desire, you will crave. What they crave, you must have. When this doom has run its allotted span, these compulsions will end but your knowledge shall remain.”

That was too much for the cheerleader, even in the face of her mysteriously trapped feet. “Oh, c’mon! That is like so lame, Colleen, even for you.”

Colleen was smirking, and eyeing Sofia the way some guys did, the ones who made her nervous. “I guess you’re entitled to your opinion, Sofia. But don’t be too hasty. I think that I should be your first ‘interview’ — I’ve always felt that lesbianism was underrated.” She pursed her lips and leaned forward.

Sofia flinched away, unable to lean far with her feet pinned as they were. She closed her eyes as Colleen’s face came closer, unable to look at the other girl any longer. How gross! She didn’t want this to be her first real kiss! Something brushed her lips, softer than she thought it would be, and Sofia stumbled backwards a step. Blindly, she lashed out with a fist and connected solidly. Her eyes opened in time to see Colleen sit down hard on her ass. Sofia’s childhood fights with her brother Jason seemed to have been worth something after all.

The other girl held a hand to her bloody nose, a look of shock on her face. “You hit me! But you’re a lesbian!”

Seeing her opportunity, Sofia bolted. She couldn’t resist calling over her shoulder, “I’m not a lesbian! But if I was, I’d still belt you, you bitch!”



A subdued Sofia was unusually quiet during dinner that night and made only a token pretense of studying afterwards. She begged off when Kate called, explaining she felt tired and wasn’t up to their usual exchange of gossip.

Her mind kept flashing back to the touch of Colleen’s lips, the flash of Colleen’s midriff. The bite of Colleen’s accusations. Surely there was some mundane explanation for the way she’d just stood there in front of the other girl, perhaps just shocked into immobility. That same shock must account for the way her mind kept drifting back to the other girl. She’d be over it in the morning, Sofia decided — a good night’s sleep would do the trick.

A soft knock at her bedroom door was followed by the appearance of her mother’s face. Susan Fleming looked at her daughter with an air of reserved concern. “Are you okay, sweetheart? You seemed a little out of it at dinner.

Sofia smiled. “I’m fine, Mom. A little sleep and I’ll be good as new.” Her smile faded slightly as Susan crossed to stand beside the bed. Sofia had always thought of her mother as the fixture in her life that secondarily happened to be a reasonably attractive — if unimaginably old! — woman. Now she saw her mother with new eyes. The robe and nightgown covered but didn’t hide the generous swell of well-proportioned breasts, hips a bit too wide that still accentuated a narrow waist, and long toned legs. Sofia felt her face heating and focused resolutely on Susan’s face.

Susan sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll just tuck you in then, dear.”

Sofia felt a moment of panic. God, she couldn’t let her mother touch her! Could she? Well, probably Colleen had just been bullshitting her and nothing would happen. Anyway, just hypothetically if something did happen, her Mom was so straight-laced that Sofia wouldn’t pick up anything — her parents slept in separate beds like some 1950’s TV parents, for God’s sake. She’d run out of time for introspection, anyway.

Mother pulled the sheets up and leaned over to bestow a light kiss upon her daughter, just as she had nearly every night Sofia could remember. Tonight, like some nights, the daughter hugged her mother close. But Susan was surprised when Sofia tilted her face up at the last minute to accept the kiss on her lips instead of forehead. Susan was sure it was just her imagination, and that her daughter really hadn’t parted her lips as they kissed, or brushed her breast as they broke their embrace. Smiling at herself, she whispered a final “good night,” turned out the light and closed the door behind her.

Her equally surprised daughter let out a ragged breath as the door latched. Sofia felt her body was on fire. There was an aching wetness in her groin and her breasts felt tight. “Mom, how could you?” she whispered, barely audible even to herself. Unwillingly, a hand plucked at a stiff nipple before drifting to pull at the bottom of her nightgown until it bunched up to her hips.

Sofia’s fingers made their way through her thatch of pubic hair and she gingerly stroked her slit, pausing as she felt moisture collect on her fingertips. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed — she’d never masturbated before. She’d always thought it was dirty and improper, because people had told her it was dirty and improper. People like her mother. More dew coated her fingers. They traced the length of her petals, and then continued moving. Her mother said masturbation was unladylike and unmentionable, but she had her own unmentionable craving. Sofia knew what it was now, knew because she shared it.

A finger teased the rosette of her anus; they both quivered. Sofia imagined the feeling of a slick contoured butt plug filling and stretching her there, or a ribbed vibrator sawing in and out, or even a slim undulating probe gliding through her sphincter to tease the sensitive inside of her ass. She knew now where her mother hid those toys, and knew she needed to use them too. But tonight she had only a finger to assuage her desires. Sofia pressed more firmly, until the ring of muscle relaxed just enough to admit the tip of her finger. The teen gasped at the exciting new sensation and felt a surge of heat sweep through her body.

Moisture trickled from her flowing pussy down the crack of her ass. Sofia flexed her finger, pressing inwards until her body gripped the first knuckle, then withdrawing it slowly, then repeating the process. Over and over, in and out. She bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans of pleasure. The pressure in her body was growing, swelling the needy bud of her clit. Sofia reached down with her other hand to touch it. The added sensation was too much — convulsively she arched her back and simultaneously buried her probing digit to the second knuckle as an orgasm wracked her body.

Fearfully Sofia strove to master herself and remain silent, listening for a reaction from elsewhere in the house, but she heard no indication that anyone else was stirring. Gingerly, she sniffed her finger and wrinkled her nose in disgust at the faintly musky scent. Not acceptable, she decided. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiped the finger clean. She paused, on the verge of discarding it in the trash bag. What if, Sofia wondered, somebody happened to look at it or smell it before it got thrown out? She’d die of embarrassment!

It was a reluctant teenager who crept across her room, crumbled tissue in hand, and cracked open the door to peer into the darkened hallway outside. Seeing no lights and hearing no activity, Sofia glided down the hallway to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. It was the work of a moment to flush the evidence and wash her hands.

She stiffened in shock when she looked up at the mirror after turning off the faucet. Sofia saw the front of her nightgown was dark with moisture, as if she’d peed in it. Her face was still flush with a glow of post-orgasmic pleasure. Mortified, she darted a glance at the door, but then her gaze unwillingly returned to the girl in the mirror. She’d always known she was attractive, but… maybe she was sexy, too. Sofia had never thought of girls as sexy — they could be attractive, or plain, or elegant and beautiful, or trashy and slutty, but sexy hadn’t figured into the equation. Was she sexy?

Her hair was a mess of dirty blonde tresses; if others thought “bedroom hair” was attractive, she didn’t share that opinion. At least it was her natural color, even if it didn’t exactly match the hair downstairs. Sofia straightened up a little and thrust her chest out, examining her breasts. They pressed against the soft cotton of her bodice — high, firm, not too small and not too big. She rocked on the balls of her feet, watching the play of muscles along her calves. Her body was in good shape from track, and Sofia knew it. Some of the other girls at school complained about their butts, but Sofia’s was well proportioned and tight. God, she thought, I love my hot ass.

Sofia caught her breath at the thought, and her nipples hardened. Her eyes dropped to her toothbrush sitting in the holder near the sink, and examined the contoured soft rubber grip of the handle. No, she thought, that is just too sick! I might get caught! But Sofia knew how good it would feel, knew how much she wanted it. She felt herself starting to cream again and her knees almost gave out. The teen turned the near-fall into a mostly controlled descent and rummaged in the cabinet under the sink until she located the small container of Vaseline tucked away in a corner.

Then, Vaseline and toothbrush in hand, she turned out the light and ghosted back into her bedroom. For the first time in memory, Sofia shed her pajamas and climbed into bed naked, already trembling with anticipation. It’s kind of long and thick, she told herself, and I’d better warm up a little first. She poked the tip of a finger into the container, and then rolled to one side, spreading her tight cheeks with one hand while the other moved to sink the lubed finger into her hot ass. This time it penetrated more easily, and Sofia impaled herself until her greedy bowels swallowed nearly the entire finger. She withdrew slightly and pressed it in again, more forcefully. Just — a few — more — strokes, the teen decided, trying to remember to breathe, and I think — I’ll be — ready…

Friday

It was nearly seven, and Susan was surprised that Sofia hadn’t come down for breakfast. John had left for work a few minutes before; her son was inhaling a bowl of cereal. “Jason, have you seen your sister this morning?”

“Nope, she’s still in her room.” That was what Susan thought she heard around the mouthful of cereal, anyway.

That was unusual enough to be worth investigating; she stopped what she was working on, and headed to her daughter’s bedroom. Her knock elicited a muffled response, so she opened the door and looked in. Sofia didn’t look well at all; concerned, Susan crossed to the bed and knelt to feel the girl’s forehead. Sofia’s hair was damp and her face flushed, although she didn’t feel feverish. It looked as if she’d been sweating heavily.

“I don’t feel so good, Mom, I think I have the flu or something,” her daughter mumbled.

Since she’d never tried to avoid school this way before, Susan gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Okay, honey, just get some rest. Would you like something to eat or drink, or some Nyquil?”

“I think I’ll just try to sleep, thanks.” She hadn’t gotten much of it the previous night. Sofia wondered how her mother lived with it — maybe the desire wasn’t so strong, or Dad… Don’t go there, she told herself.

Susan smiled. “Okay, honey, I’ll call the school. You just get some rest and let us know if you need anything.” She closed the door quietly behind her.

Sofia stared resolutely at the ceiling and listened to the tell-tale sounds of the rest of the family departing for school and work. After the house was completely quiet, she rose and stumped to the bathroom. She caught a whiff of the musk from her ass, and her eyes were burning in her head. Sofia kept her eyes away from the mirror, hoping she could avoid rekindling the desire she’d felt last night.

A long, hot shower worked wonders, and Sofia felt tired enough that she was able to resist the temptation to finger herself. Feeling far better, she donned a clean nightgown and headed downstairs for a late breakfast. She thought about watching TV, but decided to throw herself in bed and managed to fall promptly asleep in spite of the sunlight streaming through the gauzy curtains.



Sofia jerked awake at the push on her foot. “Yo, Sofia, are you okay or what?” Jason asked her. “Mom wants a status report.” She stared blankly at him; after a moment, he grew bored and departed with a muttered, “whatever.” Sofia saw neither her brother nor the open door behind him.

Her vision was filled by mental pictures of Kate. Sofia had seen Kate nearly every day of her life since Kindergarten, but she’d never seen her this way. She took in the long hair, lighter than her own, flirty smile with lips that begged to suck, tits — no, breasts, that wanted to be held and squeezed, and always looked like they were going to be exposed. Long legs that led up to hips that were still trim but highlighted the barely secret mysteries of her pubis.

Sofia knew Kate was a bit of a flirt, but it hadn’t struck her until now how that was actually viewed by her audience. She remembered, now, the one time last summer Kate had worn a thong bikini. At the time, the girls had giggled and discussed how scandalous it was — in fact, Kate’s parents had confiscated it on their return — but now all Sofia could think about was how much tanned skin was exposed, and what little amount was still covered. She wanted to touch that skin, to bare it completely, and make it feel the heat she felt.

In the same mystic way she’d learned her mother’s secret last night, Sofia knew where Jason kept a picture of Kate in that swimsuit, and knew how often he jerked off looking at it and thinking of her. Sofia knew that Kate was the hottest girl she’d ever seen, and that she’d never be content until she made it with her. Oh God, she wailed inside, why did my stupid brother have to have a crush on my best friend?

The Almighty responded by ringing the phone. “Hey, you!” Kate chirped when Sofia answered, “what’s up? I can’t believe you bailed on us!” The noise of the school bus was clear in the background; they had an away game this week. Sofia could imagine her friend perched on a seat with her knees pulled up against her breasts, laughing as they invented unmentionable slurs for the other team. Kate’s cheer skirt would have fallen into her lap, exposing the dance pants underneath and the tight ass encased within them. Just the thought of it made Sofia wet.

“I’m okay,” Sofia reported, “just a little under the weather.”

Kate laughed. “You should have seen the other girl!” she reported. Sofia didn’t get it, but Kate was quick to fill her in. “It’s Colleen! She has this huge black eye. The grapevine says she got it from you; is that true? Why didn’t you tell me?”

The two had always shared everything and had no secrets, but this was, well, weird. She just couldn’t come out with, “I want you, Kate!” Especially with probably half the cheer team listening in. Sofia forced herself to breath evenly before responding. “Yeah, guilty. Colleen had it coming; she was up my ass about that article, and we got into it after practice.”

“That fucking dyke,” Kate spat. “I should have given her that black eye in the first place. And if that pervo rug-muncher ever lays a hand on me again, I will!” Murmurs of agreement were faintly audible in the background.

Sofia pressed her hand between her legs. “Yeah, well, there’s more to it than that. How about if I come over and we talk tomorrow?”

Kate laughed again, sending a shiver right through Sofia’s body to her pussy. “Like you wouldn’t do that anyway! I still think you faked it today just to get out of a trip to Mouth Whores.” Sofia choked at the mispronunciation of South Shores, today’s opponent. Kate giggled and added, “Love you!”

The connection cut as Sofia whispered, “love you,” into the phone.

Sofia headed to the bathroom for her second shower of the day, this one cold. On the way back to her bedroom, she paused, and detoured to Jason’s. She pulled out the bottom dresser drawer and unerringly retrieved a few magazines from the stack beneath it. Kate’s picture was tucked inside the top magazine.

She hid them in her room and tried to convince herself she’d just return them. Sofia’s resolve lasted through dinner, but crumbled five minutes after her mother had wished her good night. Sofia flipped on her lamp and started leafing through the magazines. Every picture she found made her hotter, and it wasn’t long before her fingers were dipping into her wet sex again. Sophia studied every model carefully, comparing each with Kate and finding them all wanting.

She was dripping and trembling with desire by the time she reached a pictorial featuring two girls kissing and embracing each other. It didn’t really show anything, but Sofia climaxed looking at a picture where one girl was spreading the other’s buns and examining her friend closely — it was just too hot thinking about that exposed ass and what could be inserted into it.

Eventually, Sofia set the magazines aside and focused on the photo of Kate wearing her skimpy swimsuit. Freed of the need to turn pages, Sofia started spearing her ass aggressively with the old toothbrush while mentally undressing her sexy friend and using her imagination to fill in the small areas covered by the racy suit. She knew it was perverted, but she couldn’t help thinking about what she and Kate could do together once the suit was gone. She could thread her tongue between Kate’s sensuously parted lips and massage her friend’s perfect tits. Kate could be the one to spread Sofia’s cheeks and fill up her tight ass! Sofia rolled over and muffled her screams in a pillow as she reached another explosive orgasm.

Saturday

Susan raised her eyebrows at her daughter’s choice of clothing, but nodded at Sofia’s explanation that she just wanted to stay warm while she recovered from whatever had been bothering her. The long-sleeved turtleneck top and (non-distressed) jeans were unexceptional, but gloves seemed a bit like overkill. Still, she was happy enough to see Sofia bouncing back that she didn’t make an issue of it.

Kate laughed when she saw the gloves. She laughed harder when Sofia finished explaining what had happened to her. “I’m sorry and I don’t want to be mean, but honestly — that is the lamest story I’ve ever heard!” She looked at Sofia and giggled again. “So you’re a lesbian now? You look like you’re already halfway to Goth!”

“No!” Sofia denied vehemently. She still liked boys, so it wasn’t technically a lie. “But I know Colleen is!”

Kate just kept laughing. “Duh! Everybody knows that.” She stopped and leaned forward. “What about your mom?”

“It’s private,” Sofia demurred, seeking a distraction. “But I know Jason likes you!”

Kate rolled her eyes. “Well, of course! But — eeeew — he’s too young and dorky!”

Sofia tossed her hair impatiently. “No, I mean like really likes you.” She waved her hands wide. “Big crush!” Making a decision, she reached withdrew the folded photo from a pocket. “Look, I found this picture in his room.” She handed it carefully to Kate, taking care to avoid touching her friend.

Kate glanced at the photo. “Oh yeah, I look pretty hot here! That’s a great suit, isn’t it? Too bad Dad took it.” She looked speculatively at Sofia. “So now you really like me too, right?” Kate asked with a laugh.

Sofia laughed too, but that quick look had ignited something inside her.

“Here,” Kate decided, “I’ll model it for you!” She produced the suit from the bottom of a drawer and brandished it. “Ta da!”

Sofia shook her head, but her mouth was dry and her pussy was wet again. Kate bounced into her bathroom.

She returned about two minutes later. “Smokin’, right?” Kate obviously had grown out a bit since the previous year, and her breasts strained against the skimpy top, while the narrow “V” of the bottom looked like it threatened to slide completely into her slit.

Sofia could hardly breathe. She drank in Kate’s toned, lithe frame with hungry eyes. She wanted to kiss Kate, to touch Kate; her body froze as she fought the urge to shove her hand inside her pants and stroke off.

“I bet Jason would be cumming in his pants,” Kate mused while mock-teasing Sofia.