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This is my first post ever. (well, on this
group) I'm called juan. this is like about
sex, so if you're not sexy, go read
alt.fan.rush.limbaugh. That is, of course,
not to say that everyone who reads afrl is
BAD... well, technically, at least. But i
have to warn you. this isn't true (though,
it would be nice if it was... break the
tedium, you understand), but the characters
are based in reality.. the names are
different.
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I have to warn you, however. Though I am a
guy, there will be no descriptions of 24-inch penises, abnormally large
breasts, and no words like "fuckmeat" or "cuntlips." If it's in here,
damnit, it's in OED2. If you don't like it, suck my 24-inch fuckmeat. All
of you who are below 18... read on... in fact, if you're ABOVE 18, stop
reading.. you're too conservative. In fact, I'm above 18, so if there's
any misspellings, it's cause i've turned off my monitor. But, onto the story.

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   "Uhhh.. it says... For..tune...Teh... Fortune Teller!"
   "Yeah! Let's go in there and tell her our fortunes!"
   "No, dumbass, SHE tells US our fortunes."
   "Ah....What's that?"
   "It's like your future, or something."
   "Ah....     What's that?"
   "Uh... I dunno..."
   Crap. I've seen this one about 20 times. This sucks. *sigh*
Turning the TV off would be much more dramatic if I had a goddamn remote.
Well, it's not quiet hours yet, I can still blast Ministry and see if I
can further ruin the speakers. God, I hate living on an all-guys floor.
But I can bother the nasty drunk fratboys and sore-girls with abrasive
tuneage. Then maybe I'll play Morphine and Tori Amos just to freak them
out. Assholes. I'm just in a pissed-off mood tonight, because I'm alone.
Most of my friends went to Chicago this weekend, and those who didn't,
bother the fuck out of me on a regular basis. Christ. Get lives. Like me,
listening to Burning Inside and slamming myself against walls in a futile
attmpt to injure myself, while leaving eMpTyV on with no sound just to
make sure i don't miss something good... Yeah... there's a viable
occurence. eMpTyV showing something good. Ah, the phone rings. Maybe it's
Trent saying he'll give me studio time and a contract with Nothing
Records. It isn't.
   "Hello?"
   "Hey juan?"
   "Yeah...."
   "This is Andi."
   "Oh, hey.. What's up?"
   "Um... I'm downstairs..."
   "Oh. Um, well, do you want me to let you up?"
   "Yeah, sure."
   "Cool, I'll be right down."
   "Okay."
   Ummm... Okay... That was my friend Andi. I really don't know her that
well, but she's very cute. She's like a friend of a friend, but she's a
very sweet person, and I talk to her every once in a while. She's
actually a lot more than cute, so I lied. And now she's downstairs. Alone
(i presume). So I proceed to press stop on the CD, and run down in my
socks (one orange, and one with little frogs on it) to open the door for
this young lady, who happens to be confusing me at the moment. She's
standing in the courtyard, she looks kind of cold. So, I guess I'll be a
gentleman and open the door.
   "Hey, come in, you look freezing!"
   "Oh, no, I'm alright."
   "Yeah, I can tell. So, what caused you to drop by?" As we walk
upstairs.
   "Uh, not much. I was sitting in my room alone, cause everyone's out of
town, and my boyfriend had to go to a wedding, so I figured I'd come over
to say hi. Is that okay?"
   "Oh, yeah... no problem at all.." Boyfriend. I hate that word. And I
don't like the guy very much either. I mean, I've never met him, but he's
too lucky to be alive. I mean Andi IS my friend, and I love her with all
my heart, but MAN is she cute! She's not cute in the same blonde
perfect-girl sorrority-sister 90210 suburban way that most girls on
campus are. I really don't like that type of girl. They're all
the same. And they wear too much makeup and perfume. I love the way a
woman looks and smells... Why cover it up, that's my question? So anyway,
back to the current issue. Andi is this really cute brunette with
shoulder-length hair that likes to get in her face. She has a very
proportioned body, with big hips (yay!) and a butt that is perfectly
round and very very nice. Oh, the wonders of the female body. I like
jeans. She's wearing the perfect outfit. (well, close) A white T-shirt
(yum!), jeans, and a light blue button-down shirt, open. Jeez, no wonder
she was cold! I mean it IS spring, but this town is fucked UP. It's
always cold here. So she follows me up one floor, down the hall, and
into my room. (the one with the scanned-in printed-out picture of Bjork
on the door) I mumble something about the mess, and kick my skateboard
out of the way, grab some multicolored socks, toss them in the closet,
put my guitar against the wall. Turn and smile.
   "Music?"
   "Sure.."
   "You pick." She walks to the right side of the room, by the 386.
   "These yours?"
   "Nope, those're Neil's." Neil's my roommate. We met in grade school.
He rocks. We have pretty much the same taste in music, and women, which
tends to be weird sometimes. But at least we can forlornly complain
about the beauty of girls before we sleep. But he has bad taste in
computers. He likes PC's, and I like Macs and NeXTs.
   "Umm... What's Morphine?"
   "A drug." She gives me a sarcastic smile. God, she has beautiful full
lips... Kinda like Drew Barrymore lips, but better. "Also a really cool
rock band with saxophones and slide bass, etc. They're really cool. Trust
me."
   "Mind if we listen to this?"
   "Not at all. Here, i got it." The trembling saxophone of Honey White
fills the room. "Are you okay? You seem kinda nervous." She looks up,
smiles faintly. I'm about to come in my pants at this point. Well,
technically, no. But my heart seems to be competing with the quick beat
spilling out of the speakers above my head. Let's up the tempo, shall
we? I really hate it when women have that effect on me. This next thing
really confused me. She walks up to me, and places her chest lightly
against mine, and looks into my eyes, expressionless. My mind screams at
me, trying to get me to step back, but I refuse. I want to hold my
ground. I want to see what happens next. My heart is really
helter-skelter now. The sax whines and shrieks. I lick my lips. Her
porcelain-white cheeks are flushed, now, and she looks so cute. I guess
it's my move now. I always hated chess. *think* I put my hand on her hips.
It's all downhill from there. She opens her mouth, and i can see her
soft tongue resting on her shiny white teeth. She reaches up, an bites my
lower lip, softly, pulling down a bit. I move my forehead down, resting
it on hers. "You're a weirdo." Softly. I then stick out my tongue, and
lick her teeth and upper lip. She smiles.
   "Yeah.. but you like it." Through clenched teeth. She takes off my
glasses, they go on the desk, puts her hands on my ribs.
   "I know." I slip my hands under her shirt, just above her waist, and
one of them smoothes over her stomach to poke her belly button. She
giggles, releasing my trapped lip, and rims the inside of my lips with
her tongue, pressing her pelvis to me. By now she can tell i like it.
She smells so nice. I move my other hand behind her, to her spinal
column, and trace it up and down. She reaches up and kisses me, her
warm lips so soft, her tongue running over mine. I press her to me, and
return the kiss. We stand there for about a minute, making each other's
mouths wet. I am breathing fast. We finally break. I hate to do this,
this causes me more pain than shoving a pine-cone in my urethra, but I
have to. My loins screamed 'NO,' but my heart is stronger. I have to. I
force myself to say: "You have a boyfriend." Ouch. It hurt just to say
that. She looks down. Bad sign. She puts her head on my chest.
   "Will you regret it?"
   "I'm worried YOU will. I don't want you to hurt someone you love. I
don't want you to do something you'll regret." She kisses my neck. That's
the last straw. That I can't resist.
   "I'll never regret it." I smile softly. I know I'm going to get
hurt, I know I'll get attached, and I'll be miserable for the whole summer.
I kiss her. Fuck it. She presses herself against me, and i move my
hands up to her breasts. She takes in breath sharply, kisses me more
vigorously. Oh boy. What am I doing? Who cares? Her nipples become more
rigid, easier to find through her bra. I touch them softly, which is
hard to do, because she's pressed against me. I feel around. Let's
see... no hard plastic or metal at the back, I feel between her hot
chest, and bingo! One of those bitch-hard clasps. Erm... She makes a
little moaning noise. I like that. *snap* Yay! The halves of her bra
slip around sideways, and her breasts are free. My hand probes around
more, and she finally pushes me away. I'm worried for a second, but she
begins to take her shirt off. I do the same to mine. My excitement below
the belt is evident, but I do nothing. When she's done, she
practically leaps at me. I guess she is excited as well. She lies down
on the bed.
   "Wait up. That's Neil's bed. Go up, mine's the top bunk."
   "With the picture of Trent Reznor, and the dead babies."
   "The babies are H.R. Giger." We talk no more. I lie on her, and we
kiss, move down, and I kiss her beautiul tummy, and put my
tongue in her bellybutton. Her chest moves up and down with her
breathing, and I can't resist. I move my tongue in a spiral around
her nipple 'til I finally reache the center. She whimpers. I massage
the other with my fingertips. She squeezes my shoulders and arches her
back. Oh boy. I then began to suck on her nipples, lightly biting them,
and running my tongue quickly over them, back and forth. She moanes. I
move up and kiss her neck, and mouth. Her mouth seems strangely cold
after her chest. She puts her hand between her legs, and squeezes.
There's a little dark spot there. I imagine she is quite turned-on. I
reach down, and unbutton her pants. She lifts her beautiful rear off
of the bed, and I take her pants to her ankles. Her panties are even more
wet. I am uncontrollable by this point. I put my fingers in her
waistband, and move them to the back, and front again. She squirms and
whimpers. I pull them down, slowly. Her dark pubic hair beautifully
rims her pink lips. Oh boy. I kiss up her inner thighs, from her knees
up, until I reach my favorite part. She is going insane. I lick her a
little, and use my fingers to pry apart her wet labia. I put my tongue
round and round, and in her vagina a bit. She is practically screaming by
now. I move down a bit to her other hole and play with that a bit. She
sounds like she's in pain, but that was most likely not it. I put two
of my fingers in her, and she moans...
   "Make love to me." I need no further encouragement, trust me. I remove
my pants as quickly as possible, and I put myself inside of her, slowly,
until i've filled her, and I'm resting my chest against hers again. She's
breathing at a hundred miles an hour, and we kiss again. I move, faster
and faster, in time to the sax, the drums, the slide bass, smoothly
spilling over my spine, in time to my heart, beating faster, faster,
knowing it's going to be broken, but beating all the faster for it. She
curves her back upwards, and we go faster, faster, in time to the
breathing, the clock on the wall, the flashing of the police lights on
the window, now beaded with rain, and everything turns fuzzy colors,
worlds swirl, and the low rumbling bass notes pound my brain. Sweat hangs
in the air, along with other smells, familiar and alien at the same time.
I forget about the past, the future, and lose myself in feelings, both
physical and emotional... and soon, we lay next to each other, my cheek
on her shoulder, looking across her breasts to the calendar on the wall,
and the voice pours out of the speakers like honey...
   "I know it drives you crazy when I pretend you don't exist/When I like
to lean in close, and run my hands against your lips..." And we lay
together... and I can't help thinking about it now, as tears spill
sideways over the bridge of my nose and onto her perfect shoulders, and
she turns to me with a worried look on her beautiful face, her achingly
beautiful face that I'll never forget, and I can't control it anymore,
and I start to shake, as she puts her soft, warm arms around me, and I
feel safe. I feel safe again, but I can't help it, I still can't help
thinking about it...