Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers
Afghanistan, 2004
"I don't think my story's going to be near as wonderful as yours," Kit said. "But it for damn sure let me know that I liked fucking girls - or at least being fucked by a girl."
"I was going with a guy who was one of those high school jock types. I was straight down the line straight. Dreaming about getting married, doodling my married name in my notebook, the whole Barbie Wedding setup in my bedroom...you know."
Emily nodded.
"So, the both of us, my jock-boyfriend and me, his little tag along, got invited to the biggest party of the year that one of the students at school was putting on. It was one of those kinds of parties where the parents, in an attempt to keep their kids from getting drunk and killed, instead end up getting all the kids drunk and half of them pregnant - you can guess which half."
"So, we did our part, my boyfriend and me, by getting totally blitzed. He took me into a bedroom, and took off my clothes, then pulled down his pants, climbed in between my legs, and stuck it in. It didn't really hurt all that much, not like they say, because I always used to stick a couple of fingers in myself to masturbate, plus he wasn't very big anyway."
"There he was, pounding away, trying to get himself off, but not doing much for me, when there was this big commotion. It seems that one of the dykes at school was at the party, and she walked in on us, got mad at seeing him fucking me and not getting anywhere. Anyway, she pulled him off me and he just passed out on the floor. Then she just looked to my face, then down at my red, swollen cunny, then back at my face."
"Are you alright, honey?' she asked."
"I said, 'uh huh.' I just lay sprawled on the bed."
"She looked disgusted, and then she said, in a real quiet voice, 'Would you like it from a real man?'"
"Now, she was not a beautiful girl." Kit laughed, and Emily looked uncertain.
"Oh, don't worry, the story has a happy ending," Kit added.
"For the life of me, I don't know why I answered, 'Give it to me,' but I did and she did, and the rest is history." Kit sat silent.
"Well, aren't you going to give me the details?" Emily cried. "Jesus."
"Um, okay. She lay down next to me, with all of her clothes on, and gently stroked my face with the backs of her fingers. It felt really nice, just in a really nice way, not a sexy way. She started talking to me, I have no real good idea what she said, I just know that she was being nice."
"And that's when it occurred to me that one person could be nice to another, and that was a whole lot closer to love than being ordered around, shown off to friends, and generally being treated like crap."
"She started into kissing me gently, and asking me if it was alright, like those college codes of conduct where a boy has to ask a girl at each base if she's okay with what he wants to do."
"Each base?" Emily asked.
"Yeah, first base, second base, you know - where guys compare scoring on a girl to a baseball game, rounding the bases..." Kit looked at Emily until she could see that Emily got her reference.
"Yeah, like that," Kit said to the look of understanding in Emily's eyes. "It was awfully nice of her to do that, she could have just been rotten like my boyfriend."
"So she'd murmur something, and I'd nod my head, and she'd move on to the nest step. It was kind of funny. I think that might have been the first time she'd ever been with another girl. Anyway, she did stuff that anybody would think was nice, if you divorced it from sex. Like, massaging me, my back and neck and all, and when she'd touch my girl parts it was just like it was in passing, nothing special."
"I guess I felt gratitude more than anything else, and maybe friendship, because she didn't really have to be there with me - but, of course, she did have to be, because she was so desperate to be with another girl, even a drunk, slutty one. I just didn't know that then."
"Let's face it though, if you hang out with a slut long enough, she'll drag you down to her level. I started to get horny as I sobered up, and I started guiding things along - just to be a bitch, I think. I took her hands and put them on my breasts, and on my hot cunt, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to fuck me, hard and hot.
"I just went out of my way to provoke her, and I got my way. She stripped off her jeans and panties, then crawled between my legs. Lifting up one leg, she scissored our cunts together, pounding into me like she had a cock. As it turned out, she was better without a cock than my boyfriend was with one, because I started cumming like nobody's business."
"I went mad with feeling her cunny squishing around on mine, and hitting my clit like clockwork, sending big bolts of pleasure shooting through me like I was being electrocuted. About halfway through that exhibition of cockless cocksmanship it occurred to me that I didn't need a boyfriend anymore, but I could surely use a talented girlfriend. I thought that was gonna be her, at first."
"I told her I wanted her to teach me everything I should know to love a girl, and over the next few months, she taught me everything that she knew, or read about on the internet. I had my face between her legs, between her ass cheeks, in her arm pits, sucking on her toes, until I had turned the tables on her, and she was madly infatuated with me."
"Well, that was a mistake for both of us, because once I thought that I had her under my thumb, it went right to my head, and I cut her dead - metaphorically, that is. I treated her like crap, and to my everlasting shame, she forgave me. Then, one day I heard that she was killed in a car accident. A single-car accident, on a clear, sunny day. You know what they say about those."
Emily nodded, and decided not to say anything about the tear making its way down Kit's cheek.
Emily's thoughts turned back to the here and now, to the surroundings of the interior of Anoosheh's house, her two pleasant companions, and the afternoon of complete and total intimacy it would allow her and Kit. Emily's clit tingled at the thought of the pleasure they would share, and she found herself anxious to be naked and in Kit's strong arms.
Anoosheh, sensing the sexually charged atmosphere between Kit and Emily, made the excuse that she would have to visit a relative and asked if her two visitors would please forgive her absence, but that all the hospitality of her house and her family was with them. A meaningful look passed between Anoosheh and Kit, as Kit thanked her and assured her that they felt very welcome, and would honor her house.
As the Afghan woman donned her burqa, passing in just seconds from beautiful Afghan woman to faceless and formless denizen of Kabul, Kit led Emily by the hand to Anoosheh's bedroom, surprisingly opulent and attractive.
"It's so beautiful," Emily said, just before Kit took the slender blonde in her arms, and kissed her lovingly, her lips warm and familiar on Emily's. Their bodies meshed comfortably, soft breasts against soft breasts, warm, curvy hips settling together, hands caressing back and neck, a stray hand caressing the other's sweet butt.
