TRISHA AND JENNIFER part 2

Jennifer spent the week following the sleepover in a walking daze:
floating around the house, bumping into things, laughing out loud for no
good reason and generally acting as if she were head over heals in
love. She was. Trisha was not just her best friend anymore but a
lover, soulmate, sister, and equal wrapped up in one. They laughed
together, cried together, got mad at each other over the same dumb
things — and made love with an intensity that left her weak and
gasping, clutching feebly at Trisha’s body every time they finished.
They were so tight, emotionally and physically, that it was kind of
spooky; but in a good, unscary sort of way. Jennifer had no words to
adequately describe how she felt, and probably would not have had ANY
way to express it if Mark hadn’t one day brought home a book of M. C.
Escher prints. That evening, as Mark curled up on the couch with her
explaining the tricks of perception the great master used in creating his
endless staircases and impossible objects, they came across a sketch of
one hand drawing another. It wasn’t a mirror image type of thing; one
hand sprung from the tip of a pencil even as it was bringing the other
hand into existence. “That’s it!” Jennifer practically shouted. Her
brother had no idea what she was talking about but that was okay,
Trisha would know.
Besides her love for Trisha, Jennifer also came to realize that
Trisha had unlocked something else deep within her. Before Trisha,
Jennifer had only a passing interest in sex. Now she found herself
constantly daydreaming about it; and not only about her and Trisha but
how it would feel to have a boy……..and the dreams would crash into
blank dead ends, leaving her immensely frustrated. Part of it was
simply a lack of experience. She knew how Trisha felt and smelled and
tasted but it was not so easy to transfer those sensations to a male
body. There was also the problem (or maybe it wasn’t a problem,
Jennifer wasn’t sure) that, when she tried, the image she conjured up
was that of her brother. Her first thoughts were of shock and surprize;
then curiosity at her own reaction. “Well” Jennifer thought to herself
“why shouldn’t I daydream of him?” She had always been very close to
Mark and her relationship with Trisha had not changed that. She was
also not blind to her brothers good looks and growing taut, muscular
body. Mark was no longer just her skinny older brother — no siree —
and Jennifer found herself wondering what would have happened if Trisha
*had* said yes that night. And the more she thought about it the more
she became convinced that she and Mark would have ended up doing it.
Right in front of Trisha no less. Jennifer was old enough to recognize
that some of this was simply the deliciously naughty idea of screwing
her own brother. She also knew, with utter certainty, that making love
to Mark could be very, very good. She wanted to tell Mark these things
and several times she tried, but something always held her back. A
voice inside told her (with that same utter certainty) that loving her
brother was not so simple; that fantasizing was one thing but reality
was full of dark, unexpected surprizes. After a while Jennifer (rather
reluctantly) let the matter drop, but it was hardly forgotten. The
struggle between Jennifer’s body and mind was not to be resolved until
much later — and under circumstances that neither the girls nor Mark
could have ever imagined.

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Despite the thoughts about her brother Jennifer would always
remember those first few weeks as perfect; some of the best times of her
life. Mark kept his wise-cracks to a minimum and her dad accepted
Trisha’s constant presence around the house with a friendly smile and
polite (but genuine) interest in her doings. Jennifer was quite pleased
that her father and Trisha got along so well. Actually, Jennifer’s
father was pretty sure there was something more than ‘friendship’
between the girls but, while not overly thrilled with the idea, he did
his best not to interfere. Having lost his wife early in their marriage
he knew first hand the loneliness of being deprived of a loved one —
and he wasn’t about to inflict that pain upon his own daughter.
Unfortunately, Trisha’s mom was another matter entirely. What had
started out as unexplained coolness towards Jennifer had turned into
outright coldness, bordering on hostility. Trisha strongly suspected
that her mom had discovered the truth about her sexuality, didn’t like
it, and was bound and determined to take that dislike out on Jennifer.
“You sure spend a lot of time with that girl” her mom told her rather
pointedly “are you sure she is the *right* kind of friend?” It didn’t
help matters any when she caught the girls necking in the bedroom one
afternoon. She tried banishing Jennifer from the house, but that didn’t
last long. As much as she disliked Jennifer she liked having Trisha
sulk around the house like a two year old far less. She did, however,
watch them like a hawk; never giving the girls a chance to be alone.
And of course, as randy teens from time immemorial have done, they took
this as the ultimate challenge……..

As July rolled into August Trisha and Jennifer found themselves
spending a lot of time in the basement/rec-room of Trisha’s house. It
was a good place to beat the heat, the ‘fridge in the corner provided a
convenient place to stash sodas and, best of all, it was the one place
where they had a little privacy — and during the second week of August
that year the girls needed all three. The weather had turned blazing,
asphalt softening hot, they couldn’t get enough to drink, and Trisha had
been out of town on vacation with her folks for the past week and a
half. Sweet little Jennifer was (to put it bluntly) hornier than a
shipwrecked sailor. She desperately wanted to haul Trisha into her
bedroom but her dad was home that week painting the house so Jennifer
had to settle for the rec-room and Trisha’s mom’s watchful eye. They
had just finished a game of ping pong when Trisha’s mom ran down the
stairs for the um-teenth time, checking on the girls.
“This is getting really annoying” Jennifer said to Trisha when she
was sure that her mom was out of ear shot. Trisha leaned against the
ping pong table, idly playing with the paddle, turning one side then the
other against the table top.
“Jenny, did you miss me?” Trisha asked.
“Take a wild guess.” Jennifer meant for her answer to be funny,
sort of a playful ‘you don’t REALLY need an answer to that, do you?’ but
she missed. Trisha flinched; hurt from the unintended sarcasm showing
on her face. “Oh dam” Jennifer thought, “I’m so horny I can’t even talk
straight.”
“I’m sorry Trish, that didn’t come out right. Look, I’m uh, having
a hard time just standing here talking to you.” She paused. “You know
what I mean?”
Trisha nodded. She knew exactly what Jennifer meant. Her whole
body — arms, legs, thighs, nipples, cunny — ached to feel Jennifer’s
touch and there was nothing she could do about it, not with her mom in
the house. As if to punctuate the point the sound of her mom’s voice
came drifting down the stairs. She was talking on the telephone.
Trisha decided to (sorta) change the subject.
“I had a dream last night” Trisha sighed wishfully.
“About what?”
Trisha paused and then a wicked little smile played across
her lips. “Take a wild guess” she replied.
“You asked for it!” Jennifer yelled, breaking into laughter as she
grabbed her paddle. She went after Trisha in gleeful abandon, grabbing
at her shirt tails and swinging for her friend’s beautiful, firm butt as
they scrambled wildly around the corner. Jennifer missed the first
time, connected on the second, and with a yelp Trisha skidded to a stop
and turned around. Too late did Jennifer realize that Trisha was
holding her own paddle. “Oooooh shit” Jennifer said to herself as she
madly tried to reverse course. She didn’t want to present her own
backside to Trisha so, like two fencers in a duel, Trisha backed her up
— straight into the wall. “Uncle?” Jennifer pleaded thru her laughter
as Trisha dropped her paddle and took her by the wrists. Slowly Trisha
stretched Jennifer’s arms above her head then pinned them to the cinder
blocks. “You give?” Trisha asked in mock seriousness, and at that
moment Jennifer would have given Trisha everything she owned; after a
week and a half of missing her it was SO DAM GOOD to feel her body
again. “Anything you want, baby” Jennifer answered in her best low and
sexy voice, and then Trisha kissed her. Hard.
As intimate and passionate as the girls were with each other they
rarely ever french-kissed, certainty not with the intensity Trisha used
now. Releasing Jennifer’s hands she grabbed her friend by the waist,
pulling Jennifer’s body tight against her own as she feasted on
Jennifer’s full, wet lips. Jennifer, arms now free, wrapped them around
Trisha’s neck. Trisha swirled her tongue into Jennifer’s open mouth;
grazing the roof, touching the inside of her cheeks before intertwining
it with Jennifer’s. Jennifer wanted to swallow the sweet invader whole
but Trisha’s lips were so tight against hers that she couldn’t get her
mouth closed. She tilted her head forward, breaking the kiss.
“Let me suck it!” Jennifer implored.
Trisha obliged, softening the kiss even as she plunged still
deeper, completely filling Jennifer’s mouth. Jennifer gasped for a
final breath then closed her mouth around the soft, wet tongue of her
lover. Trisha’s knees buckled. Hungrily, greedy Jennifer sucked as
Trisha fell against her, grinding her mons against Jennifer’s leg.
Trisha had put her tounge inside Jennifer’s pussy many times but this was
totally different; Jennifer was trying to swallow her, to make their
bodies as one. Just the thought of Jennifer wanting her like this was
an incredible turn-on for Trisha. She shook with want, holding Jennifer
impossibly tight, and it was only when Jennifer began to grey-out from
lack of oxygen that she loosened her grip on Trisha’s neck and pushed
her away.
“Ohhhhhh” Trisha breathed, face flush and eyes full of dazed
wonder. She held two fingers to Jennifer’s lips, slowly tracing the
outline of her friends mouth. “It’s like fucking with our clothes on.
Never felt like that….never…..” Her voice trailed into silence as
they held one another.
“Did you come?” Jennifer asked, remembering how Trisha’s body had
shuddered when she first started sucking.
“No, I was close though.” Trisha lifted her head from Jennifer’s
shoulder. “Jenny, I…”
“Jennifer!” It was Trisha’s mom again, calling down the stairs.
“That was your father. Your due home in ten minutes, OK?” There was the
hollow bong of a pan hitting the sink. Jennifer glanced up the stairs,
shaking her head. “Just a few more minutes” she pleaded silently.
Trisha continued, her voice barely audible. “I really did have a dream,
Jenny. I dreamed that you were a guy, that you…..had a cock. And you
were deep inside me, so deep in me……”
That was all Jennifer could take; dropping her hand to Trisha’s
jeans she fumbled for the snap. Trisha was completely, totally lost in
her remembrances and it was only the feel of Jennifer’s thumbs sneaking
under the waistband of her panties that brought her back to reality.
“No, Jenny — my mom” she protested but in one swift motion Jennifer
skinned the panties over her hips, baring her lightly furred mound and
perfectly round ass. The jeans continued down her legs to puddle at her
feet. “Trish, I’m gonna do you” Jennifer whispered as she cupped
Trisha’s mons, fingers sliding between the wet lips of her pussy. She
traced the outline of Trisha’s cunny from front to back, circled the
opening to her tight canal, then Trisha buried her face into Jennifer’s
neck to stifle the moans as Jennifer slowly sank her middle finger deep
into her young vagina. “Ohhhh….yeah!” Trisha groaned. She pawed
at Jennifer’s breasts, then the front of her jeans, then lost all rhythm
as a second finger joined its mate inside her body. Trisha started
whimpering, churning her hips as Jennifer withdrew half way then entered
her again. Jennifer rested the back of her thumb against Trisha’s
engorged clit, stroking it lightly, finger-fucking Trisha with loving,
passionate skill. At one point Trisha, out of her mind with passion,
rose to her tip-toes then came down hard, driving Jennifer’s fingers in
as deep as they would go. “Mu…More!” Trisha groaned. Jennifer’s hand
was soaked, absolutely drenched with Trisha’s juices, and the slick
cream allowed a third digit to enter the cunt of her lover.
“I’m a guy. Cum for me, Trisha.” Jennifer cooed.
With her last rational thought Trisha buried her open mouth against
Jennifer’s chest, loosed a silent scream, and came. It was
obliterating. She collapsed against Jennifer, cunny clamped tight about
Jennifer’s fingers, writhing against her friend as the longest, best
orgasm of her life took hold. Wave after wave of ecstasy pounded
Trisha’s body, buckling her knees, and Jennifer had to grab the back of
her shirt to keep her from sliding to the floor. Jennifer held Trisha
tight, arm clamped around Trisha’s waist and fingers buried deep in her
pussy until the shaking and moaning finally ceased. For a long while
afterward Trisha lay propped up against Jennifer’s body, panting
heavily, face pressed against her best friends breasts.
“Trish?” Jennifer asked, her lips resting against the top of
Trisha’s blond head as one by one she gently removed her fingers “You
alive down there?” Very slowly Trisha nodded yes, then with shaky arms
pushed herself away from Jennifer to stand. She wobbled, legs no more
steady than her arms had been, and Jennifer held onto her until she was
able to stand on her own.
“Oh…WOW!” They said it together, on cue. Trisha giggled, still high
from the climax.
“Jenny, five minutes — and what’s going on down there!?” It was
Trisha’s mom again, and as Trisha franticly grabbed for her panties
Jennifer retrieved Trisha’s pants from around her ankles then put a
finger to Trisha’s lips, telling her to be quiet. “Be right there”
Jennifer called back up the stairs, voice bright and full of innocence.
Trisha, hastily tucking her shirt back into her jeans, just shook her
head and laughed. “My love, your toooooo much. God, I don’t believe
what we just did!” Then, serious now, she added “What about you?”
Jennifer eyed Trisha, then her still wet fingers, but both girls
knew they had pressed their luck as far as they dared. Reluctantly,
Jennifer shook her head no. “I’ll take care of myself later. Besides,”
she added with a sheepish smile “right now if we tried I’d probable yell
the house down.” That much was true; when Jennifer came she had a
tendency to scream. Very loudly.
“Okay, if that’s what you want. But I warn you — next time I get my
hands on you your gonna cum till you beg for mercy.”
Jennifer’s face brightened “That a promise?”
A slow and absolutely delicious smile spread across Trisha’s face.
Later, sitting at the dinner table with her family, it was quite
obvious Jennifer’s thoughts were elsewhere. Her dad was rather puzzled
and he even considered asking her about it, but it would not have done
much good. All he would have received was some answer about ‘how to
keep from begging’.

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Jennifer stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom,
dressed only in shorts and t-shirt. It was late afternoon, the first
day of the new school year, and Jennifer was imagining herself in the
bright purple and gold uniform of the Rosevelt Jr. High Bobcats. The
school district had started a new girl’s soccer league and Jennifer,
more out of curiosity than anything else, had gone to the try-outs. She
had done well and thought she had a good shot at making the ‘A’ team but
that’s not what had her so excited. From the moment she first faced off
with the coach, ball cradled between her feet, Jennifer knew she had
found something very special. It was totally unexpected (as most good
things in life are), but Jennifer had finally found a way to express her
boundless athleticism. Soccer was a challenge, both mental and
physical, and it suited her to a T. What’s more, for the first time in
her life she could run and jump and yell (and murder a soccer ball) and
no one would tease her about being a tomboy. She could be as fierce a
competitor as any guy and no one would question it.
She turned sideways to the mirror, admiring her body. Strong young
legs, perfect for running and kicking, ascended to her flat stomach.
Higher up were the small, firm mounds of her breasts, the hard nipples
poking at the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She was starting to
understand why, after every love-making session, Trisha would spend so
much time caressing and touching her. Jennifer had always seen her body
as an athlete would, Trisha saw her body as an lover would; now Jennifer
realized she was really both. Sex and soccer. Yeah, she thought to
herself, its going to be *quite* a school year.
“Hey sis” Mark’s voice drifted down the hallway “Trisha’s calling.”
Jennifer quickly slipped into her high tops and bounded out the bedroom
door, giving the doorjamb a playful slap on the way out. Man — she
felt good! Mark sat on the couch, face buried in a book as he held one
arm out to her, phone dangling. She could hardly wait to tell Trisha.
“Hey Trish, you’ll never guess.”
Silence.
“Trisha?”
“Get – over – here – now.” Trisha’s voice was jagged, on the verge of
crying.
“Wha…What’s the–“
“NOW!” Trisha yelled. Jennifer threw the handset at the receiver and
bolted out the door.
Trisha, face tear stained and eyes bloodshot, met Jennifer in the
foyer of her house. “My dad got canned” she said flatly.