Amber pulled herself up from between Susan's legs, and curled her entire
body around her. She nuzzled Susan's neck.
"I love how you smell," Susan whispered. Susan was amazed at this woman she
had met in her American History class just few weeks before. She had never
been in love like this.
"Tell me what you fantasize about."
"I wasn't fantasying just then."
"That's not what I mean, I just want to you to tell me, now that you're all
orgasmafied and vulnerable."
"Oh, ok. umm..." Susan looked at Amber with big eyes, and shrugged shyly.
"Tell me something that you're a little bit ashamed of."
Susan still couldn't answer, but she wanted to. Amber lay on Susan's chest
and she could hear her breathing quietly. She could hear that the music she
had put on an hour earlier was still playing.
Amber wasn't giving up. "Please. I'll tell you if you tell me."
"Ok." Susan told a truth, but not the first answer that came to her mind.
"Before I came out, I had fantasies about being raped...sort of. I wanted
sex with a woman so bad, but I just wanted someone to see that about me and
kiss me and make me eat her pussy."
"Do you still have fantasies like that?"
"I guess I don't anymore. I just have memories, ha ha."
Susan and Amber kissed again, as if they has just invented kissing, again.
They put their tongues deep into each other's mouths, and between their
breasts, and the backs of their necks, and squeezed their legs, and pulled
each other close, again.
After a few minutes, they settled back down into cuddling.
"Tell me one of your fantasies, Amber."
"Ok, but I haven't told anyone this before. It's really bad."
"I don't care."
"I sometimes have incest fantasies."
"With your dad?"
"No, I've had fantasies about my mom."
"Get out! Really? That's amazing!"
"Amazing? You're not disgusted?"
"No, oh my god, Amber." Susan couldn't believe she was about to say this,
and at the last moment didn't tell everything.
"So have I. I can't believe you are brave enough to tell me. I never would
have told you. I had fantasies about my mom since I was a girl."
Susan couldn't believe she was having this conversation. If she had thought
she was falling in love before, the thought of Amber sharing her taboo kink
make her heart leap. And then at the same time, she panicked a little that
she had told her secret.
"Really? Did you ever tell anyone? "
"No, I know that people are completely grossed out, but I always thought my
mom was beautiful and so wonderful and I just wanted to hold her and, um,
go... further with her, even when I was in high school. She was sort of sad
and lonely."
"That wasn't my mom. She always had boyfriends, I never had a real dad. She
had me pretty young and partied a lot when I was a girl. This one
time--maybe when I was older--we were at a big party at a neighbor's house.
These people had a huge place and always had wild parties there.
"I was sitting on the deck with my friends, and I was horny, of course,
because you are at that
age, but couldn't do anything about it because I wasn't out to myself yet,
let alone to my friends, and then my mom walked out of this room and onto
the deck to have a cigarette and I think that she had just been fucked or
something. She had this glow about her, and then this
neighbor guy, this married guy, walked out just behind her, and then another
neighbor guy too, and I think they had all just had sex, but instead of
being complete grossed out, I saw her like I'd never seen her. It was both
awful and weird, but that night when I was alone in bed I masturbated and
thought about my mom having sex with those two guys, and I had great orgasm.
It became one of my favorite fantasies--sometimes I pretended that I was one
of those guys."
