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Why did I stop by the convenience store at the gas station that Friday evening? I guess you could say that I was looking for some company…..I was looking for love……in a six-pack crate of Budweiser’s. Don’t judge me; I only wanted something warming for my soul because my loft apartment was a cold place to come back to after dark. It would be just me and my thoughts. And lately, they hadn’t been very kind to me. They constantly nagged and criticized……and told me how much of a failure I was for getting stuck at a dead-end job taking calls from angry ill-mannered people who consistently used me for target practice. “Hello; my name is Marlee. In what ways would you like to shit on me today, and how can I make the experience as seamless and enjoyable as possible for you?” After the day that I had, I couldn’t stand sobriety – it would be too much. Two was a disaster but eight! Me, my thoughts and six beers – eight was definitely a happy crowd, and I was looking forward to it.

I parked my Yamaha YZF in front of Pete’s Place and dismounted. Pete’s Place was one of those places which rarely saw customers coming through its aisles to peruse the scantily stocked shelves. The gas station was located on the highway, so it catered to wayfarers, and those were few and far between now that the road was so unpopular. It was a shame for Pete; it had seemed such a good location when he opened for business a couple years ago, but he may now be considering closing shop.

I saw the girl standing by the entrance as I approached the front door of the store. Only then, I did not realize that she was exactly what I was looking for. She was tall, skinny, androgynous……and about my age (twenty-two). She wore boyish clothes – a darkly coloured oversized hoody, jeans and mud-stained chucks; and she had a backpack slung over her shoulder that suggested she was transient. I couldn’t tell if she had long or short hair because she was wearing a light-grey beanie. I don’t know why I took note of her appearance in such detail as I walked up to the store, maybe it was because of the contradictions in her posture – the delicate frame in sturdy clothes as though she were desperate for an armour to protect herself with; or as though she were hiding from something. Or maybe I only noticed her because she was really tall for a girl and her caramel skin glowed under the neon lights even from the distance.

She smiled at me. It wasn’t a smile that politely but passingly acknowledged a random stranger at a random storefront; it was a smile that was somewhat suggestive. My first thought was that she had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen on a human being. She really did. I caught my breath when I looked into those brown eyes that bored holes into mine. It was unsettling how bold her stare was. My second thought was that she must be gay to look at me like that; not that I was judging. I did not want to encourage her and I also did not want to seem rude (for me, it’s a lot easier being brash when fending off unwanted attention from men; I always think they can take it. With women I try to be as considerate as possible) so I gave her a half smile – almost apologetic – and turned my face away as I passed her to get into the store. Sort of like: thank you; I appreciate the compliment; but, no. I turned my face away because I did not want to see what her follow-up would be: persistence or embarrassment. It was better not to know.

Inside the store, I just about caught the endings of a scuffle between Pete (behind the counter) and three rowdy teenage boys who undoubtedly had had too much to drink. Apparently, they meant to scuttle off with a bottle of Johnnie Walker they could not pay for, and Pete wasn’t having it. “You can’t take that with you unless you pay for it” Pete insisted with a deadpan expression that dared the boys to call his bluff. There famously was a Sig Sauer assault rifle beneath the counter. No one had ever seen it but Pete used to be in the army so it was not doubted for a second.

One of the boys turned his attention to me and his freckled face beneath a shock of orange hair lit up, “Hey, sweetheart” he slurred. His hand crept towards me in an incoherent attempt to brush the side of my face.

I did not flinch. “Touch me and lose a hand.” It was a rather icy warning, and I watched him shrink away.

He smirked. “Why so sensitive? I’m only paying you a compliment.” The orange-haired boy whistled between his teeth and motioned to his comrades, “Come on! We’re outta here. This place blows anyway.” He knocked over a crate of bottled water by the entrance, stuck out both hands in dramatic fashion and flipped Pete the bird before exiting the store in an outburst of drunken hilarity.

I watched Pete look sky-wards and then shake his head. He did not need any of this. His business was barely cutting it as it was. I set my crate of Budweiser’s in front of him and he rang it up. “Sorry about that” I said to him before leaving the store. I wondered if he knew I had been referring to the incident with the teenage boys; it only then occurred to me that he might have thought that I had, perhaps, let one rip and had been apologetic about that. The thought of it made me smile.

Outside, the teenage boys were hounding the brown-eyed girl in the hoody. She was walking away from them towards the main road and they kept following her. I could hear them cackling.

“Are you a f*ggot?” The words wafted through the air like a foul stench. I saw them pull at her clothing as she tried to get away. “Answer me! Are you a friggin’ f*ggot? Friggin’ f*ggot!”

I felt my stomach turn in disgust. Quickly, I started my power bike, swept round the bend and came to a stop right in front of group. “Back off.” I stared them down best as I could, aware of the fact that they had the advantage in numbers.

The orange-haired boy sneered, “And what will you do if we don’t?”

I pulled out a Taser and he immediately recoiled. “I would use this without thinking twice about it. Don’t tempt me” it seemed like he had been on the receiving end of a voltage charge before. And he had certainly not forgotten the displeasure.

“Bitch!” he hissed. But he took several cautious steps back. “Your friend is a freak!” he maintained stubbornly, “What is this thing anyway, a boy or a girl?”

“Why do you got to know?” I asked.

“Fvcking freaks!”

I ignored his brutish slur and focused instead on the girl. “Hop on.” I said to her. There was only a moment’s hesitation in her eyes before she climbed on behind me. She held me by the waist – gingerly – respectful of my personal space. “You’ll have to do better than that” I told her, “We’ll be going really fast.” I took her arms (they were really long and sinewy beneath the fabric) and wrapped them around my torso, “There.” I felt her relax as her warmth travelled through the layers of fabric to find me.

I tore across the night at ninety miles per hour with my six-pack wedged before me and the stranger pressed up against my back. There was no way to make conversation above the wicked roar of the machine and from inside the helmets over our heads. It was only after we arrived at Costa’s deli that I could speak to her.

“Thank you” was the first thing she said as soon as the helmet came off. “You saved my life back there. Things went out of hand so quickly.” Her voice was deep, but not in a way that was definitively masculine. It was pragmatic – intimate – sexy.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” my gaze fell to her back-pack.

“No” she admitted. “I was waiting for a friend to pick me up. Visiting.”

I nodded. “You could text her – or him – that you would be waiting at Costa’s Deli.”

She nodded.

“I am Marlee by the way” I said.

“Ari.”

Ari. That was such a beautiful name. She told me she was named after the little mermaid.

“Okay, Ari. Let’s go inside and wait for your friend.”

She looked at me, sceptical “You know, you don’t have to wait with me.”

I gave her a look. “I know that. I want to” I started to walk towards the building and she followed me. Inside, it was warm and cozy. It smelled of strong coffee and melted cheese. There was soft music playing in the background – I could make out the lyrics of Garth Brooks over the cacophony of hushed conversation from clusters of several patrons. We sat in our booth on opposite sides of a narrow table bedecked by a red and white chequered table cloth.

“So aren’t you going to ask?” Ari said after we had placed our order for two Mocha Lattes.

“Ask what?”

“If I am a boy or a girl.”

Her stare was hard, unflinching, defiant………but I sensed that the hardness was merely a mask, and that it concealed a vulnerable spot that had been poked too many times. I was taken aback by her sudden intensity, and when she noticed my hesitation, playfulness crept into her eyes and softened her expression. But she still wanted an answer, “It’s pretty obvious to me that you’re a girl. I never even questioned it” I said. And then, I have no idea why I thought to add, “The most gorgeous girl I have ever seen actually.” I had to clear my throat after that unsolicited declaration. It was a little awkward.

Ari cracked a smile. I felt good about that, even though I do not believe that my intention was to make her smile. I was being honest. I had never seen a woman as attractive as Ari was. Attractiveness was a subjective thing, and I found her incredibly attractive. It was confusing to me. Her skin was the colour of cinnamon sugar, and it was clear and undeniably soft as far as the eye cold judge. Her plump bottom lip was a pale pink, while her upper lip was a deeper shade that faded into the cinnamon – the same shade as the skin of her eyelids. In contrast to these delicate features, her brows rose like hoods over her eyes, her nose was strong and prominent and she had a hard jawline. Somehow, it all worked together to perfect effect.

She caught me checking her out and she held my gaze. It made me slightly uncomfortable, and I felt compelled to say something - anything. “You were hitting on me back at the gas station, weren’t you?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you were.”

Ari shrugged but we did not break eye-contact. “What does it matter? You weren’t into it.”

“That’s only because……..I’m straight.” I said in my defence. The inflection at the end made it seem like I was asking a question instead of making a clear statement of fact. And then again, for no apparent reason I said, “At least I was sure about that half an hour ago.” I saw the mischievous sparkle in her eyes as I said that. Something in her came alive in that moment. She made me really nervous and I became aware of an expanding ball of warmth underneath my diaphragm as she smiled at me. What was that?

I stared at her hands. Her fingers were long and slender, but her hands were much larger than one would expect a girl’s hands to be. My eyes travelled up to her square shoulders and across to her chest – there wasn’t much going on there and I started to wonder if she had breasts at all. In response to my silent musings her nipples hardened, revealing the exact position of her modest tits. And from the imprint on her sweater, her nipples were thick. My cheeks went red and I quickly averted my eyes. I heard her laugh softly, “It’s okay, I’m used to it” she said, “I spark off curiosity. It’s just the way it has always been.”

“I’m sorry.” I said regardless, “I didn’t mean to stare.” She was so beautiful I wanted to cry. I wanted to melt and sizzle, like butter in a pan, under her smouldering gaze. Why did I want to do that? Ari was the type of girl who would have made any straight girl question every single choice she had made – in love and in life. I had never felt like that before. Sure, we all had our remote crushes and sometimes we would swear by them, but I had never before contemplated an orgasm just looking at another person across a table at a diner; much less another woman. I took the courage to look Ari straight in the eye, “I am about to do something I have never done before” I said leaning over the table towards her, “Will you come back with me to my place?”

She met my eyes and I did not look away. “Yes” she said. I slowly expelled the breath I had no idea I had been holding, “That was……..easy” I said. I wasn’t disappointed, just a little surprised. “And a little reckless too. I could be a serial killer for all you know.”

Ari shrugged. “I could be a serial killer for all you know.”

“Touché.”

“Do you still want me?” she dared me to say no to the raw emotion in her eyes in that moment.

I could not.

“Yes” I said, “Yes, I really do.”

“Then let’s go.”

I am about to describe the best sex of my life. Back in my apartment, it started with a kiss (as it does so often). As soon as I closed the front door behind us and started to slide off my leather jacket, Ari was on me. Her hands were on my waist and I backtracked towards the sofa, falling into it. She was instantly beside me. We sat side by side, and then her hand was on my thigh. She stroked me gently and gave me a look that made my clit dance. I felt entranced as my face gravitated towards hers. With her other hand, she cradled my chin and touched her lips to mine – light and soft. It was like a tiny drop of water on parched land: I soaked it all up in an instant and I wanted more.

She gave it to me. Her tongue touched mine and it was E-lectric! I couldn’t stop myself. I straddled her and grabbed her face between both my hands as I nibbled on her lower lip and we deepened the kiss. Her hands were roaming around my posterior; mine went into her hair, discarding the beanie and freeing a mess of faux locs that came cascading over her right shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful” I breathed into her left ear. And she smelled so…… damn……good. Her arms encircled my torso and pulled me closer to her until there was no inch of space between us; only squished layers of clothing. Her face went into my bosoms as I grinded my pelvis up against her. Shi-t, my body was on fire! She lifted me slightly and laid me back on the sofa. I locked my legs around her waist so that she could get away. I wanted her close. She propped herself up to look at me and it seemed like she was seeing me for the first time. She stoked the side of my face, “So are you, Marlee.”

My name on those lips…..it gave me a tingle. She smiled as though she knew the effect she had on me. She went for the closure of my jeans, and I helped her peel off the trousers and my panties. That was a little bit of a worry for me because……..well……since I hadn’t been getting any action lately, I had allowed my pubes to sprout uninhibited for two weeks. It was a stubble, not a full-blown bush; but since I was most comfortable completely bald, I had a moment there where I thought she might judge me. But there was nothing in Ari’s expression that suggested she might be put off. Her face was inches from me, and I didn’t realize how bereft I felt until she touched her lips to my vulva and pushed her tongue against my clit.

I heard – and felt – a sound escape me. It was a cross between a moan and a purr; and it came off like a lazy meow stuck in my throat. I arched my back and pushed myself against her. My hands were restless. I wanted to latch on to something. This was where I would have grabbed a handful of bed sheet. But were on the sofa, not the bed; and there were no sheets. So I thrashed out in vain. Ari grabbed my hand and locked her fingers around mine, stroking the back of my thumb with her thumb to soothe me. The sexiest thing was that she held my eyes the entire time she was eating me out. My feet started to tingle and I curled my toes. I took her hand and pushed it underneath my shirt. She cupped a boob, and I twisted around to undo the clasp of my bra and free myself of my upper clothing. I was now completely naked. She grazed my nipples with the palm of her hand until they were shocked into attention.

Without breaking eye-contact, she came up and lay on top of me. “Come ‘ere” she said as she gave me a kiss. It was so tender…….the words…….the kiss…….That had to be the thing about girls: they were so tender, even when they were sinewy and androgynous. It made me want to roll over belly-up like a puppy. The kiss was messy this time because I was drooling so hard. But she didn’t seem to mind the slobber, even when it left a sagging thread of saliva between us as she withdrew. I tasted myself on her.

“Come back here” I said to her, grabbing a fistful of her sweatshirt and pulling her to me. She obliged me by inserting her index and middle fingers into my vagina and stroking me. She buried her face in my neck and I wrapped my arms around her, caressing her as though I had known her all my life. I did not recognize myself. The noises that came out of my mouth were alien to me – uninhibited squealing and whining that left me more than a little bit embarrassed. But I couldn’t stop my mouth from doing things without my permission. At one point, Ari had to ask if I was okay, and my response was to tighten my grip around her.

I felt myself bursting all over her fingers. Ari slid downwards and buried her face between my thighs, jabbing a direct tongue into the wetness. The sensation sent fresh tremors through my thighs. I pressed my legs together trapping her head between my thighs, and she instinctively held on to them but she didn’t pull them apart. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was that lurking fear that i might suffocate her to death, but I couldn’t not trap her head right there where it was because it felt like heaven.

When she rubbed my thighs, giving one a light pat, I knew she needed to come up for air. “Sorry” I said. She picked up a random item of clothing from the floor and wiped her face with it. Then she nestled herself in the sofa beside me. It was a very snug fit. “What is it?” she asked, flicking at a tear that had escaped from my left eye. I hadn’t realized I was welling up. I shook my head in response to her question. It was all I could think to do. She kissed me on the cheek and wrapped her arms around me. I couldn’t explain why I felt so overwhelmed in that moment.

I wanted to touch her.

I thought to myself, this is how you fall in love: you let a girl fvck you good. I put my hand beneath her sweatshirt and felt her abs. They were hard. But soft too in a way; her skin was soft. I propped myself up on my elbow and stared down at Ari, “I want you to come…….like I did.” She caught a stray strand of hair that had fallen over my eyes, tucked it behind my ear, and met the challenge in my eyes, “Make me.” “Take off your shirt.” I said to her, and she discarded her hoody, revealing her skinny elongated torso and small tits. I put my mouth on a nipple and pushed her pack into the sofa so that I could lie on top of her. I didn’t know what I was doing. Ari’s hands were all over me again – she grabbed my ass and squeezed – but she let me catch her wrists in my hands and pin them to the sofa before I kissed her. I didn’t want her to take over again. I had a sense she was about to flip me over and be the top. Maybe that was what she was used to.

I put my lips on every inch of her body, kissing her like I needed it to survive. It was more like ‘lip-caresses’ than kisses really. The muscles in her pelvic area had such great definition that I half expected to discover a dick when I unzipped her fly and peeled off her boy-shorts. I registered her lady parts with a whiff of inexplicable disappointment – woman – all woman. It’s funny that everything came down to the genitals. She had so many masculine attributes in the arc of her brow, the structure of her nose, the shape of her hands…….And so many feminine attributes as well; in the curve of her lips, the tenderness of her skin, the length of her neck……..But all that didn’t matter because the decider was always the genitals. They alone could banish a person to either side of the divide. But was there a divide, really? If anything, ambiguous people like Ari were a reminder that gender was unreal, and singling out genitals over other body parts as a gender marker was a perversion. There was a spectrum; and people could fall at the extremities of masculine and feminine ideals based on a summation of their individual features, or (like Ari) they could fall nearer to the middle. In the end, we were all both male and female, brandishing a range of seemingly conflicting attributes. But nature’s harmony was a curious thing: it wasn’t about collecting like terms. Maybe I would have found Ari’s anatomical ambiguity a lot more intriguing if she had whipped out a dick – small, slender, and undecided just as she was herself. I felt instantly guilty for thinking that.

“You don’t have to do anything you are uncomfortable with” Ari said. She had misread me. She evidently thought that I was freaking out over the thought of giving her head. It was better than the alternative – she could have read me correctly and subsequently concluded it was her unconventional femininity that thrilled me. Was that what it was?

I have to admit: eating pussy for the first time was scary. Heck, even looking at pussy for the first time, from an objective viewpoint, was scary. But given the situation and thinking about how Ari had gone all out for me, I didn’t think it would be very ethical to refuse to reciprocate. And besides, I really wanted to make her feel good, so I proceeded to slide south. Ari caught me midway, “Seriously, you don’t have to” she repeated. I ascended, kissed her lips and stared intently into her eyes, “Don’t you want me to?”

She put her arms around me and twisted to the side, so that we were lying on our sides staring into each other’s eyes. “If I knew then what I know now, I would have taken my time with certain things” she said, “It’s okay to just do……other things.” But her talk only made me want to taste that shit – living fast and furious was my motto; why put off until tomorrow what you can most definitely do today? , “I want to” I said to her.

Her expression was enigmatic, “You sure you’re feeling good about this?” she prodded.

“Yes” I maintained.

“Even though you only met me today, and don’t know a thing about me?”

She had a point. What was I doing? “Yes.” My answer was more emphatic than it needed to be. She stared at me for a while, grabbed my chin and kissed me, “Okay” she said simply.

“Okay” I nodded. Now what? I was anxious. I felt like a student bent on taking her exams early. She might yet find out that she was not - in any way at all – precocious. Ari was the sweetest, “Do you know what to do with yourself?” she asked me. I nodded. “Use that” she said, “I promise I will let you know what works for me.”

She had a well-groomed vulva. I guess that such a thing was paramount for lesbians since they were constantly putting their mouths in places. She waxed. But there was also a ‘landing strip’ to confirm she was grown. I noted the effort that went into it, and concluded that she was pedantic enough to ensure that there were no unfortunate discharges while in the trenches. This isn’t so bad, I thought to myself as I settled in between her thighs. You know how it’s often said that the world is your oyster? A saying that speaks of endless possibilities and opportunities; something about the structure of the dish in front of me had me thinking about that saying in that moment – this is your oyster; get to eating it.

And I did.

I actually did.

And I liked it.

So the thing about this act, it creates an almost instant frenzy. And Ari was just……. so easy. She told me she was a quick-comer………..sensitive in all the right and easy to reach places……..but still, I hadn’t expected a reaction quite as enthused as that. It was as rewarding as winning a prize. I don’t think she was faking it, even though she definitely was nice enough to do just that. This was real. I could really feel it. She went on and on……writhing and moaning……and holding on to me, and we were connected. It was empowering for me to make her come like that. A man would never ever give you the satisfaction of watching him disintegrate beneath your touch with such dramatic flair; it’s always over so quickly (like WTF?). Women seemed to be a much more productive investment in that regard: you put in your time; you put in the energy; and you get that beautifully outstanding performance. And everyone is happy! Everyone feels like they did something good – performer and director. I made Ari come. And it was great.

“You’re quick” Ari said to me as soon as she was back on the planet. “And you’re even quicker” I said in reply. I knew she was referring to my ability to grasp cunnilingus but I felt obliged to compliment her willingness to respond. We lay there in silence for a while, absently caressing body parts, and then it occurred to me that I should get us some food. I had been a very poor hostess. Ari stopped me in my tracks when she started to speak.

“I’ve been thinking about changing myself” she said. I didn’t ask what she meant; I simply lay back down and stared into her eyes. “People have always found it hard to figure me out. They think I’m a man, but……not exactly. They think I’m a woman…….but not exactly. I’ve been misidentified for as long as I can remember.” She waited for me to say something.

“Why would you want people to figure you out?” I said in my ignorance, “Why wouldn’t you want to be…….mysterious?”

“Because it’s not called mysterious in anyone’s book” she retorted, “It’s actually called being a freak.”

I took her hand. I appreciated the fact that she was being vulnerable with me; even though I knew that I was ill-equipped to handle it. “I think that people get mean when they are scared or otherwise frustrated” I said to her, “When they cannot define something for themselves, they tend to lash out. It’s ugly, I know. But it’s their problem, not yours. It isn’t your job to help anyone figure you out. It’s your job to live life and be happy for you. You don’t have to strive to fit inside anyone’s box. People have boxes the size of their imagination, and there are some pretty unimaginative people out there. If they can’t figure you out for who you are, they are welcome to own their ineptitude and quit trying. Sometimes it’s just better to look and enjoy rather than try to understand.”

There was that enigmatic look in Ari’s eyes again. “I hear that” she said, “But it isn’t always as simple as that. Sometimes my life gets genuinely threatened” she paused as she seemed to gather her thoughts. Or maybe it was her composure she was battling to collect. “Those boys at the gas station today……….they wanted to strip me to confirm what I was. They would have if you hadn’t come along.”

I realized in that moment just how much I took for granted in life. The realization did not take me to the cusp of thankfulness for my comparatively lesser struggles, rather, it made me feel outrage. I was angry. It was outrageous that people perceived themselves to have the right to answers when the questions were about somebody else’s life. It was outrageous that people, who couldn’t get over their fears and frustrations over what they couldn’t understand, were allowed to infect the world with intolerance and hatefulness. Why were those vile emotions so acceptable to us as human beings? “They had no right” I said to her. My tone was low; because I knew how irrelevant it was to say that.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. But it was still not enough love to help her exist. It’s not enough love to let her stand in the world just as God had designed her to be. Maybe though, for one night…….on my sofa…….with me.



--------The End-----------

Its a testament to your writing skills that even though the tale was rubbing me the wrong way at a point - I admit I skimmed a line or two - but I still read it to the end. There was something heartfelt about it all... heartfelt enough to make me go back and re-read the parts I skimmed. And personal... Definitely a whiff of something personal.

Good work, MissWrite.

Out of curiosity though, what was Ari really doing outside Pete's?

kay9:
Its a testament to your writing skills that even though the tale was rubbing me the wrong way at a point - I admit I skimmed a line or two - but I still read it to the end. There was something heartfelt about it all... heartfelt enough to make me go back and re-read the parts I skimmed. And personal... Definitely a whiff of something personal.

Good work, MissWrite.

Out of curiosity though, what was Ari really doing outside Pete's?

Thanks a lot Kay9.


Ari was really just waiting for that friend.

Well done OP

Ann2012:
Well done OP

Thank you.

LightQueen:

I like it.........Good job

For a Christian conservative to read this to the end, shows how good you have crafted this. Well done!

This is a lovely Story. Nice One Op.

Faru:
For a Christian conservative to read this to the end, shows how good you have crafted this. Well done!

MhisTahrah:
This is a lovely Story. Nice One Op.

Thank you. I really appreciate the comments.

Happy Birthday MissWrite !!!!

FengChui:
Happy Birthday Miss.Write !!!!

Wow. Thank you so much!

MissWrite:


Wow. Thank you so much!

Happy birthday dearie.

All the best

Ladyhippolyta88:


Happy birthday dearie.

All the best

Thanks so much, Sweetheart

MissWrite:


Wow. Thank you so much!

But you dinor invite me for the party!