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Posted by
Litho on Thursday, May 29, 2003 - 04:02 AM PST
Have you ever wondered what it's really like to be a nineteen year old lesbian? Not the kind you see in porno movies, or the kind you picture when you think about the good parts, but the kind that is living out her life day to day. Get all of the porn and music videos out of your head for a moment and picture this.
You wake up from a deep sleep around ten thirty in the morning. You sit up and wonder what you were supposed to do that day. Scratching your head, you finally remember that you’re supposed to call the red head. You think about what you want to say to her. Are you going to tweak this time or not? You want to be able to talk to her without any trouble but the last few times you ended up shaking so much you have to hide your hands in your pockets. She seems very different from the people around you. She’s very polite and friendly. She smiles at you when you walk by, she doesn’t mind getting naked in front of a camera. She doesn’t even care that you bring her over to your male friend’s house to loosen the both of you up. Sometimes having to be squished up against a girl is the only way to get used to being around her.
You finally pick up the phone and dial the number written on a receipt from the gas station. Her hand writing looks a little jagged from the texture on the dash of your car. You look at the send button on the phone and ponder if she is in a good mood. She never called back the day before. You know that the cops were at her house interrogating her that morning, but you didn’t think it would last that long. You began to think that she stood you up again, but then again it could have been the cops keeping her there because they thought she was hot.
You listen to the rings, waiting.
“Hello?” she says as she finally picks up.
“Miss?” You reply, then she pauses for a moment. Meanwhile you are thinking that, wait, could this mean she really thinks you’re that awful? Did she really want you to call her again? You have a really hard time reading how she thinks of you.
“Hh-iii….” She finally responds.
“Did the cops think you were really hot or something?” you ask, then listen to her chuckle. You can totally tell that she’s blushing on the other line.
“Heh, no, they took me into the station and stuff and I didn’t get home till 11:30 last night.” She tells you.
“Damn. Are you ok?” you ask.
“No. They were accusing me of helping the guys that stole my car in a burglary. They totally thought that I had let them use my car just because I know who they are, and I was the only one home at the time.” She says with a shaky voice. You think of how anyone could want to accuse such a harmless little thing of such actions.
“I’m sorry girl..” you tell her with a soft voice.
“They even searched my house without a search warrant, everything is all displaced and they probably aren’t giving my car back. They said it was evidence or something. It’s probably going to be in a police impound auction.” She sounded very agitated about it. You would too if it happened to you.
“Daamn girl, it sounds like you need some snuggling.” You tell her and hear her start giggling and blushing once again.
”Yeah I do.” She’s sounding stressed again “They even made me start crying from all the verbal abuse they were giving me. All of them looked like they had just gotten out of cop school. It was probably they’re first time being able to really annoy the public with their insecurities.”
You tell her, “You know, you could sue them for all this.”
“Yes, I very much plan on it. They did so many illegal things. They even took my vibrator, and they made me open it up so they could see the batteries. They were looking for drugs, which I have none of.”
“Heh, your vibrator? What could they possibly need that for? Did they even know what it was for?” you ask her.
“No, and I’m not quite sure why they would want to touch it, it has all my bodily fluids on it. I could have HPV for all they know.” She chuckles.
“Yeah, well I don’t want to run up the bill on my phone, do you want me to come pick you up and go get snuggled at Devin’s? It sounds like you could use some.” You tell her.
“Yeah, where are you?” she asks.
“I’m about ten minutes away in the mall parking lot.”
“Alright, come on over.”
Click.
On the way over there you ponder to yourself if you’re going to tweak out when you get there. You think about giving her a hug when you get there. Are you going to forget this time that she needs lots of petting? You know you enjoy petting her. She makes the muscles in your back melt magically.
Her street is coming up soon. You know this because you just passed the Sears sign, you go right, then right again. She’s staying in a small duplex. It’s one of those places that just screams rape. There are cars everywhere, and probably only half of them work. Knock, knock. You hear scrambling on the other side of the door, and a moment later a beautiful figure appears from behind it. She looks so worn out, like she could really use a hug.
“Aww, you really need a hug don’t you?” you ask her.
“Yes.” She says as she throws her arms up over your shoulders. You bend your knees slightly because she’s not that big and wrap your arms around her. You can feel her melt in your arms. When she pulls away you can tell she is a little happier.
“You almost ready to go?” you ask with a soft voice.
“Yeah, let me feed the cat first.,” she says to you because the cat was demanding food at the door when you arrived. You watch her wander off into the kitchen to get the cute little kitty some grub. You turn around and look towards your car, then down at the doorway.
“Ok, I’m ready.” She tells you.
“Alright.” You reply, walking behind her toward your car. Again you are reminded of how nice the redhead’s curves look. You’ve always been fond of the curves on a beautiful woman. You never realized it till about a year ago, you wish that you had realized that you like girls enough to play with them and get close. You wonder if this one likes you. You keep on waiting till she makes her move, but it hasn’t happened yet. She must be shy; she does blush rather easily.
In the car ride out to Devin’s you talk mainly about how annoying the traffic is. Knowing that this is part of your daily routine, you constantly have to check every corner for cops camped out with their radar guns. Waiting for the next victim to terrorize. You’d think that you’d had enough of that for one week. After only having to slam on the brakes once to slow down from 80mph to 60mph, and luckily getting away with it, you arrive at Devin’s place.
Devin greets you with his overly squishing hugs; “squish, squish” and you decide on going out to get some ice cream. The girl really needs some spoiling. After you leave nothing too eventful happens on the drive there, after all, it’s only a few blocks. Though you find playing with her ponytail amusing.
When you walk into the place, the family of six still ordering their ice cream halts you. A few moments later a male walks in. He starts looking around, walking around you trying to decide what he wants. It looks as if he’s trying to criticize everything he reads or looks at. It is starting to irritate you. Finally it comes to your turn, Devin orders a hot fudge Sunday. During which time the male who was looking at everything, didn’t even take the time to say “excuse me,” and walked right in front of the redhead, just to get a little closer to the small menu, which was at the other end near where he was looking before. He turns around and sort of looks at the redhead, but quickly looks away saying “that should work I guess.” and walks around you again and waits. The redhead seemed a little disturbed, but just nodded it off. You could tell it was more of an annoyance to her then a threat. He also annoyed you too. She orders a hot fudge Sunday, like Devin, and you order some coffee ice cream with m&m’s.
You decided to sit outside of the ice cream shop to eat the ice cream. You find it amusing when the redhead takes a bite of her ice cream and she gets a little bit on her lips. Just two little bits of cream on the top and bottom of her lips. It makes you want to just go over to her and kiss the cream off. Both Devin and the redhead eat their ice cream pretty fast, but you haven’t quite finished yours yet. The m&m’s make it a little hard to chew, you keep on getting an ice cream headache. Since they finished up theirs so quickly, they have to go outside for a cigarette. You’d think that since the redhead hasn’t been feeling well for at least two weeks now, she’d stop the smoking. But she’s a tough little thing.
Devin gives her one of his cigarettes and she gets out her little lighter that has a rainbow sticker on it. She lights it and says, “ This is my gay lighter.” She put it back in her pocket and says “My drag queen friend gave it to me.”
Sitting there trying to finish up the ice cream, you listen to them talk about the cops that were harassing her the day before.
“They even took my vibrator.” She was telling Devin. You watch her sit down next to you.
Devin chuckled and said, “What could they possibly need your vibrator for? Wait, never mind.”
“I don’t know, I guess they really wanted to get all my germs on their ungloved hands.” she replied as she took another drag of her cigarette. To yourself you think, “hmm... how often does she really use that thing? Maybe it was time for a new one anyway. Perhaps even test it out on her. Yes.”
You know she likes girls but aren’t quite sure if you should start getting closer yet. You know that last time you were really shy, and didn’t know how to get past that. Now you just want to snuggle her. Back at Devin’s, for some reason the ice cream made you a little sleepy so you go and lay down on his bed. Both of them are still in the other room. Laying there is good. You feel the girl come into the room and sit down on the corner of the bed.
“Are you getting tired?” She asks.
“A little bit…” you reply.
Devin comes into the room and plops down on the bed, obviously trying to wake you up.
“You shouldn’t be sleepy, the sugar rush isn’t supposed to wear off yet.” Devin says while poking you.
You pause for a second and grumble. “I need a shower. I feel icky.” you say as you get up from the bed and head into the bathroom. You go in there and inspect the shower to see what shampoo he has. Herbal Essences, that should do. You walk back into Devin’s room and see that he’s giving her a nice back massage. You think to yourself, “that’s good, she’ll be all relaxed by the time I get out of the shower.”
The shower is quite relaxing. Steaming hot water and a nice refreshed feeling. It’s nice not to have all the icky sweat on you from the day before. The only thing that would make it even better is to have the redhead in there with you. When you walk back into the room you see that the two are all curled up and snuggly. Devin looks up at you and pats the bed next to the redhead and gestures to lay down next to her. You plop down next to her and just sort of watch her for a while. It looks as if she’s fallen asleep already. You look over her body and almost melt, she looks so peaceful with her eyes closed and breathing lightly. She looks so magical and soft, her little arms around Devin’s chest; she’s definitely a good snuggler.
Devin looks over at you and gestures with his eyes and free hand to ask if you want some good snuggles too. You nod and he flops her over towards you. He makes you put one of your knees down and flops her leg on yours, then he puts her arm across your chest and says “She needs some good snuggling too.” She giggles and starts petting your arm. You really want to get your arm under and around her waist, but you don’t do it. Devin leaves for a second to get something to drink, and she pokes her head up to see what he’s doing. You start pondering if she really wants to be next to you all snuggled, so you run your fingers over her elbow and watch her giggle and put her head back down. She starts lightly petting your arm to see if you budge, but you don’t. Then she starts petting in long strokes and you start melting even more. You start grinning slightly and purr as you pet her arm. You can almost feel her start to turn into jello and sink in a little closer. She starts petting the inside of your arm and you completely melt and grin even bigger. You can feel her hand start to find its way up your arm and over your shoulder, she pets up by your neck, trying not to squish your boobs, then works her way back down to the bend of your arm. You can tell she’s a little shy and not used to you yet. Her petting starts to slow some and you can feel her body loosen up some more. Devin finally comes back and lays down on the other side of her and snuggles up against her again. He puts his arm on top of hers which puts more weight on your chest. Boys have such heavy arms. Hers are so light and soft. Though the only reason he is there is because you need help staying calm with the redhead. You hope that soon you won’t have to have an icky boy there to be comfortable with her.
You start to hear her breathe a little heavier, like she’s in the start of a dream. You start to wonder what she’s dreaming about. You wonder if she would actually tell you. You feel her arm twitch, which confirms that she is indeed dreaming about something. You look down at her and watch her eyes for a moment. Then you look over all her freckles and get all snuggly inside. Why do redheads always have that magical effect with their spots? Even when you talk to her to see if she wants to do something on the weekend, you just melt and relax. She wouldn’t believe it, but it happens. Her sleepiness starts to seep into you, it’s amazing how such a cute little thing can have that much control over your body. You start to drift away into dreamland, perhaps you’ll find something good there. Maybe she’ll meet you there. You hope that this happens again some other day, that’s if she likes you enough.
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Re: Snuggles
by MystryssRavynDarque (A1MANDI04@AOL.COM)
on May 29, 2003 - 01:30 PM
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Damn, that is some good snuggling Litho. I know how much you wanted her to come over before, and how much you like her. It seems like she may a have a certain special feeling for you too. Good luck with her.
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Re: Snuggles
by dead-cell (Tarant-9@stribmail.com)
on May 31, 2003 - 01:49 PM
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I have to agree with M.R.D. people don't sunngle with you unless they like you, well thats my experiance anyway. Still you should at least ask/tell her, its worth a shot at least. And remember luck favors the bull. So charge.
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Re: Snuggles
by Domkitten (saradevil@saradevil.com)
on Jun 16, 2003 - 10:57 AM
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As a confession Litho, my love, it kind of stays the same the older you get. Only you get even more confused about the girls you want to snuggle because everyone is so snuggle friendly.
To be 19 again, though, this reminds me of a friend of mine with whom I could have snuggled for hours. Generally we just sat apart from each other talking about true love and looking awkwardly into each others eyes. It didn't help that I was desperately in love with her and she had a boyfriend. It didn't help that she was not desperately in love with anything more or less than life and everything would only ever amount to experiences for her in many ways.
Be thankful you have an excellent snuggle initiator like Devin who obviously knows a thing or two about arranging a nice snuggle and knowing when to let nature take it’s course.
And thank heaven for little girls.
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