Janelle enjoyed men, yet she wasn't ever a very sexual lady. Her upbringing was conservative in every way, from the way she dressed to her church-going habits. Yet Janelle had a extream side that came out when she acted or danced--nothing kinky, just jazz and ballet, contemporary dance.

Janelle walked a fine line between "extream kid" and "prig."

Janelle mostly danced in local theaters, filling in the ranks of each musical staged among 30 miles of her apartment. She played female leads in "Hair," "South Pacific," "Rocky Horror Show," and even a awful musical "Dracula."

She joined the cast of a tiny local production of "Rocky Horror," just to get a stable performance schedule for several months. . ew years before she had played Janet, a natural match for Janelle's "good girl" personality. From now on she simply desired to be one of the Transylvanians, dancing and fooling around in the background while someone else carried the show.

That someone was Melissa and she was NOTHING like Janet. Short, dark hair and a mouth that would shame a prison guard, Melissa came across like Magenta on acid. Somehow she was cast as sweet, virginal Janet and with a director that mad, Janelle decided to get a little extream and take a shot. She came to the director, an old school buddie of hers and as she rested her chin on his shoulder, she asked, "May I play Magenta?"

Mick turned and giggled at Janelle. "I do not think so. She is a cosmic vamp, Janelle. Not the virgin girl next door."

Janelle giggled even as she blushed. "I am not a virgin, Mick. I was married, remember."

"Yes, yet have you ever fucked anyone besides your ex-husband?"

Janelle's blush burned even hotter, giving Mick more ammunition.

"Tell you what, Janelle," pronounced Mick. "One day you may stare me in the face, wearing nothing but a bikini, while I say 'Fuck me, fuck you, fuck fuck fuck,' then I will let you play Magenta."

Janelle knew when to cut her losses. "Who will be in the bikini, me or you?"

"You, sweetie. Before you simply want me that way."

That night, Janelle let herself into her apartment and juggled two bags of groceries into the kitchen. Two bottles of wine, a bulk of frozen dinners and dishwashing liquid. Which a living, she thought. Miss Domesticity.

She pressed PLAY on the replying machine, sat down and kicked her shoes off while the machine reset. After a long "beep!" a lady's voice spoke.

"Hi, Janelle, this is Melissa," pronounced this slightly gravelly, slightly velvety voice. Janelle caught herself thinking of this voice in those terms. "I do not know if you remember me yet, yet I am playing Janet. Show, right? So, well, Mick pronounced you may be able to give me some pointers in general 'virginal' thing. Been there, done that! Ha! However, he pronounced you had played the role, so, can be we might gad about and go over lines. 555-0294, okay?"

There were no other messages, yet Janelle wouldn't noticed anyways. She was blushing, fuming inside at the thought of Mick telling this stranger that she might give tips on being virginal! THAT ASSHOLE!

Phone rang, startling Janelle for a moment. She replied, "Hello?"

"Oh! Hi, yeah, hey!" It was Melissa, sounding startled as well. "I did not expect you to pick up, I simply left a message several minutes ago."

"I simply heard it. I simply received back from the store--"

"Sorry to bug you--"

"No, you are not bugging."

A long silence, uncomfortable and bizarre.

Melissa pronounced, "I called back to leave my area code. Back home, we did not have so many codes so close together like this. It is packed here."

"Where's home?"

"Arizona."

Janelle smiled. "I enjoy Arizona. It is been years and I only saw it on vacation, yet it was that pretty."

"So, how about it?"

"Which?"

"Running scenes. I need a little help to bring out the virgin side of my soul, you know?" She giggled, a throaty sound of relaxed joy.

Janelle all of a sudden desired to meet her. "I simply bought some wine and frozen food. Why do not you come over, we'll eat and drink and I'll make you uptight." Janelle frowned to herself. That sounded that unusual.

Melissa did not seem to notice. "Mind if I bring something harder than wine? Or I'll really be uptight and then I'll be worse than you may imagine."

"Sure. Just nothing that gets snorted or shot into a vein."

"Liquor, just something harder than wine. No offense."

"Sure. However, remember, virginal girls probably wouldn't even drink wine."

"Damn! That's also much method acting for me. Where do you live?"

Ten minutes later they were off the phone, Janelle to get on the point of company and Melissa to make the 30-minute drive into town from her place.

Janelle took a shower, changed into jeans and a loose tee-shirt and started a stick of incense in the bedroom. She was always self-conscious, worried about smells and sounds and anything about the body. Her body awareness was always her worst trait, since it kept her from having more fun.

From now on she sniffed the incense smoke, relaxing and smiling. Melissa sounded like a fun person to gad about with. Janelle went into the kitchen, popped two "Lean Cuisine's" in the microwave and then poured two glasses of wine.

Doorbell rang.

Janelle opened the door. Screen door was still closed and Melissa stood on the step outside. "Hi, it is me! Melissa!" She raised a plastic grocery bag in her hands. "With a supporting cast of a few ounces."

"Come in!" Janelle opened the screen and pushed it aside. Other lady entered, walked straight into the kitchen and started unloading her grocery bag. Janelle closed and locked the doors, watching her new buddie the entire time.

Melissa's hair was dyed black and trimmed to a near crew cut. Her face was smooth and clear without makeup, no lipstick or anything and all of a sudden Janelle was embarrassed about the lip liner she had put on after the shower. Where Janelle was a tall, slender brunette with a "girlish" figure, Melissa was a little shorter, with strong curves and tight clothes. Her shorts were also tight for pants or a thong and her shirt stopped just below her boobs. As for those, Janelle did not feel also bad about herself--they both were about the same and no one would ever complain about either of them. Melissa's little purple bra peeked out over her shoulders.

Janelle blushed again, hating her tendency to get embarrassed that easily.

"Yoo, did you move out or something?" pronounced Melissa. She turned around and handed a shot glass to Janelle. "Tequila. Petron silver. Smooth."

Janelle looked at the nearly clear shot of liquor and then she matched Melissa's "salute" and downed the shot. She nearly did not make a face.

"So? How may I be more blameless?" Melissa grinned as she poured two more shots and Janelle nearly resisted taking hers. However, she did and she grinned at Melissa with the sudden warmth racing to her abdomen.

"So, 1-st--"

Hours passed. Janelle dressed Melissa is sweet girl clothes, taught her to sit with dignity and tight legs and then coached her on how to sound like a sweet little girl when she talked. Still a little miffed at being labeled "virginal," she took the teaching a little althat far.

Melissa read a line, after that tried it in her new "blameless" voice. "However, I'd never, never." Her gravelly voice turned the words into a temptation, not a protest. Janelle did not want to keep repeating the words in hopes of making this work, so she decided to try it differently.

"Melissa, your voice is sensuous. It is throaty, a little rough, yet so feminine and muggy that men probably just melt."

Melissa gave her a crooked smile. "I bet you say that to all of the girls."

Janelle ignored the warmth in her cheeks. She cleared her throat, after that in a sultry voice she pronounced, "However, I'd never, never."

Melissa applauded and grabbed Janelle in her arms. "I see what you mean, that's damned sensuous! Never, never, huh?" She made as if to kiss Janelle, after that pulled away and giggled. "And how come you may sound like me, yet I can't sound like you?"

"I do not know." Janelle looked at Melissa carefully. "Did that really sound sensuous?"

"You are kidding, right?"

"I mean it. Mick does not think I may be anything but Little Miss Priss."

"How manies have you fucked?"

Janelle felt herself starting to blush, yet she did not care. She was will reply and she was will ask Melissa for advice. "I have only slept with one man. My ex-husband."

"Any ladies?"

From now on Janelle lost to the blush that burned her entire face and neck. "No," she pronounced in a soft, tiny voice.

"Any animals?"

For a moment Janelle was stunned, till Melissa giggled and ran into the kitchen. "I am just kidding on that one," she shouted. . oment later she returned with the bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, salt and limes and her bag of groceries. "However, you received to admit, Mick may be right. That's not many of experience to draw from."

"That's why they call it acting."

Melissa straddled the coffee table and arranged her drinking gear before her. Janelle sat nearby in a papasan chair, lotus-style with bare feet.

"We see Magenta getting frisky with her bald brother, with the red-set off groupie and with the feathered duster. She isn't also picky about her partners, obviously. She enjoys her body and she enjoys anything that makes her body feel good."

"I may play that," pronounced Janelle. "I like anything that makes my body feel good. That's usual."

Melissa smiled wickedly as she poured the shots. "Anything?" she asked. She licked her wrist and sprinkled salt, after that she put the salt shaker against the inside of her left thigh. She put a lime slice on her right knee and a shot glass against the crotch of her short-shorts, after that she picked up the other shot glass. "Take a shot with me."

Janelle looked at the arrangement and knew she couldn't do this. Melissa was after something, wanting over just acting-- Already a little light from the tequila earlier in the evening, Janelle was not sure she is supposed to drink anything else. However, Melissa appealed to her on so many levels.

Melissa licked a little of the salt from her hand. "Come on, Janelle. Let loose a little. We are just a pair of actresses helping each other prepare for our characters. You have taught me a lot about being blameless, even if I suck at it!" She giggled and nearly spilled her shot. "And let me help you. Can be you may play Magenta after all."

Janelle climbed out of the papasan and knelt at the end of the coffee table. Her hands trembled as she reached for the salt shaker. She looked at the smooth skin of Melissa's thigh, vanishing into her skintight shorts. Fabric was so tight that Janelle might see the shape of Melissa's mound against the shorts.

Melissa pouted, making the "little girl lost" face Janelle had taught her. "I will not bite you, I promise." Lost girl became a naughty girl. "However, you may nibble on me if you want to."

Janelle stared at the lime and the shot and she couldn't remember the right order. Lick-drink-suck? Suck-lick-drink? She did not care. She simply licked the salt and grabbed the shot glass from Melissa's crotch. Her fingers brushed the shorts, making Melissa jerk slightly and smile deeper. Janelle downed the shot, after that she reached for the lime.

Melissa grabbed her hands and held them away. "With your lips only, Magenta." One more pout. "Please?"

Janelle took the plunge. She dropped her head toward Melissa's leg, her lips puckered out as if to kiss the smooth skin. Lime slipped into her mouth, after that she placed a tiny kiss on Melissa's leg before she straightened up and chewed the tart fruit.


She tried to pull her hands away from Melissa, yet the dark-haired lady wouldn't budge. "Just spit that out. We are buddies." Janelle watched as the other lady put their hands on her legs, Janelle's hands pressed between Melissa's firm fingers and smooth thighs. "Might you massage my legs a little? I am so sore from the drive over."

Janelle started to knead the flesh of Melissa's upper thighs, one hand on each leg and Melissa released her hands and reached for the tequila. "Fuck the shots!" Melissa chugged at the bottle, after that she handed it to Janelle.

A long thought was cut short by Janelle's realization about what might happen. Somehow she hadn't desired this, yet she had to admit that she had always been a little curious. Actually, one old school buddie had explored that curiosity a little--but nothing, just a little playing. One day.

From now on, something more may happen. If she might just let go.

Janelle grabbed the bottle and downed a enormous mouthful. Two or three shots at least. She gulped and swallowed, gasped and then she splashed some on her face and neck. "Melissa," pronounced Janelle, her voice dropping to a husky, alluring tone, "I spilled some of your tequila."

"That's okay, sweetie." Melissa was playing "sweet" again, yet Janelle would have none of it.

"Why do not you try to save some of it?" Janelle ran her finger thru the sheen of tequila that clung to her skin and soaked her shirt. Then she rubbed that on the inside of Melissa's thigh.

Then she leaned over and sucked it off, slowly, gently, completely.

Melissa moaned and stood up, pushing Janelle backwards onto her ass, flat on the floor. Melissa pulled her shirt off with one hand, after that she dropped to the floor on top of Janelle. One leg slid between her legs, the other knelt outside her right thigh, as Melissa leaned down and licked at Janelle's neck. She flicked her tongue at the wet spots, capturing little tastes of tequila, sweat, fragrance, powder, skin, excitement.

Janelle's eyes closed and she breathed deeply as the dark-haired goddess licked and kissed her neck. For a moment she imagined it as her ex-husband, yet she felt guilty and opened her eyes to watch Melissa.

As her eyes opened, Melissa lifted her head to kiss Janelle's chin. They looked into each other's eyes and froze and Melissa slowly leaned in to kiss the liquor from Janelle's chin. Then she suckled her chin, nibbling, licking, sucking, kissing her way up to Janelle's cheek, her ear, her neck, her throat.

"I'll stop this if you want me to--" Melissa started, yet was cut off by Janelle's sudden movement, her lips grabbing Melissa's mouth, her tongue and all of a sudden the two ladies were kissing, exploring, trying and tasting each other's mouths.

They pulled away, yet not far. "I do not know if I may play the blameless like this," pronounced Melissa. She rubbed her bra-covered boobs.

"I do not know if I may be naughty for you," pronounced Janelle.

"It is okay if you're just yourself." Melissa kissed her again. "I like you."

"I like you, also. Like you are. Not so--blameless."

A long moment stretched into an uncomfortable silence. Janelle was all of a sudden very self-conscious--oh God! I simply kissed one more lady! I am not that way, I am straight, I am a Christian! I am not a lesbian!

Melissa stood up and broke the silence. "I am directing to the bathroom, after that I am having one more shot, after that I am will practice being blameless in your bedroom. I smelled your incense earlier, wasting is also good ." With that, Melissa walked across the room, entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Leaving Janelle damp with tequila and excitement, lost in thoughts and alcohol. She desired to have fun and she did not really think there was anything wrong with two ladies being together--that way. "Sex," she whispered. "Ladies having sex." It seemed naughty to say it aloud, so she pronounced it again.

Then the bathroom door opened and Melissa went into the bedroom. Turning instead on a light, she lighted candles from Janelle's bathroom set and placed them around the bedroom.

Janelle received up off the floor and pulled her wet shirt off. Her white lace bra seemed so dull compared to Melissa's purple one, yet she shut the thought off same fast as it arose. She picked up the tequila and the limes.

In the bedroom, she found Melissa sitting lotus-style on the bed, facing the head of the bed and waiting for something. Janelle crossed to the bed and climbed onto the bedspread, balancing the limes and liquor in her hands. Melissa took the bottle and downed a swig, after that she sucked a lime out of Janelle's outstretched palm. Janelle thought she felt Melissa's tongue flick at her skin, yet--

Melissa sat up and blinked her big, green eyes. "I feel like I am your sister, waiting to be taught something sensuous to do to boys." She grinned, making a point. She was giving Janelle a role to play to make this easier. "Are not you muggy in those jeans?"


Janelle stood up and unbuttoned her jeans. She knew she always hid her body althat much, yet not this evening. Like a teenage girl at a sleepover, if Melissa might sit there looking so sweet and blameless--that thought make Janelle's teats itch, flashing her back to nights of talking about boys and sex with her girlbuddies in high school. However, she had never, never--

She giggled aloud. "I never, never," she growled at Melissa.

"Which do you mean?"

"I never did anything with a girl, even when I was supposed to. Teenagers are supposed to play around, mess with things, find it all out. I was right there, my buddies were cool with it, I know they were. Some of them told me about things they did together--" Janelle stopped all of a sudden and dropped her jeans. She wiggled her legs to clear them and then she tucked her legs beneath her and sat facing Melissa.

"Better. From now on, what?"

They stared at each other in silence, after that all of a sudden laughed. "Um," pronounced Janelle. She tried again. "Let us play around or something."

Melissa made a 'T' with her hands. "Timeout, Gidget. You are the trampy one, remember? Only virgins 'play' around. Rest of us fuck."

Janelle felt her cheeks burning, embarrassed that she couldn't even sound sensuous to one more girl! Thought angered her and she all of a sudden reached out and grabbed a handful of Melissa's short, black hair. Melissa gasped in surprise, yet Janelle did not yank her hair.

Janelle pulled Melissa's mouth to hers and kissed her deeply.

Kiss was short, yet intense and Janelle was shaken as she released Melissa's hair. They sat back, looking away from each other while recovering from that moment. For a moment, they were mirror images of the same shocked young lady. Then Melissa giggled and cheered for herself.

"Shit, I am good! Look at you! I was acting same well as you!" Melissa all of a sudden stared into space, shocked at what she had done--then she laughed again.

Janelle nodded, ignoring her blushing and trying to ignore the pounding in her head. That kiss had numbed her lips and she was not sure what else she was feeling right now. However, she was not will give up, so she faced Melissa and asked, point blank, "How would YOU be acting right now?"

Melissa pronounced, "Lean back on your arms." Janelle leaned back and Melissa knelt before her. "Something like this."

Melissa's hands reached out and stroked Janelle's soft, fair-skinned abdomen. Her left hand slid upward to cup Janelle's right boob, squeezing the lacy bra and kneading at the firm skin. Her right hand slid down, fingers-1-st, into Janelle's gray cotton pants. Janelle stiffened and started to rise up, yet Melissa's hands pressed her back onto her hands. "Lean back and let me be myself." Janelle trembled as she tried to relax, a million thoughts stormed thru her mind like war drums along the Mohawk River.

With her left hand Melissa slid the bra straps off, after that she pulled the bra around Janelle's body till the clasp was in front. With her hand and her teeth she unhooked the bra and dropped it on the bed. She started to kiss and lick Janelle's chest and collarbone, her neck, her chin--

Melissa's right hand cupped Janelle's bush, parting the bristly hairs with spreading fingers, after that sliding down onto Janelle's wet, swollen vulva.

Janelle whimpered and closed her eyes. She imagined her ex-husband doing this, letting herself love the feeling of HIS hands and mouth on her, yet she knew who was really doing it. Thoughts of a man just helped her to relax enough to--to--to feel this.

Melissa's fingers lightly squeezed Janelle's labia, tugging the puffy lips and rolling them between knuckles. Her middle fingertip teased the opening of Janelle's hot pussy, the 1-st knuckle flexing and flicking the entrance, making Janelle twitch and moan.

"I'll stop if you want me to. I'd rather make you come."

Janelle grinned and nodded her head vigorously. "I do not want to feel guilty for no reason."

"Guilty? Girl, you are just method acting." Melissa is all of a sudden blameless. "But, I am not sure about what I am doing. Is this okay? I mean, is this right? Does it feel good?"

"You are fucking joking!" Janelle's mouth stayed open, amazed at her own words. Melissa leaned in and kissed her, slipping her tongue into Janelle's waiting mouth and they kissed as if the world had vanished.

Then Melissa pulled away and pronounced, "Please guide me. I am a virgin, you know. Are not you--experienced?" She pouted and Janelle found herself reacting to the little girl act. Meanwhile, Melissa's hands continued their wondrous work on her body, one squeezing and stroking her hooters, the other fingering her wet vagina lips, yet not piercing. Not quite.

"That's that hot. It is like we are in school--" Janelle bit her lip as her body spasmed. Not quite an come--but so fucking close!

"You like virgin girls?" Janelle nodded, so Melissa looked shocked. Melissa pulled her hands away and she stuck a finger in her mouth in an blameless, "Who, me?" expression. It was one of the fingers from Janelle's pants and Melissa started licking the finger. "Which is that taste?"

Janelle all of a sudden gave in and felt dirty. She looked at Melissa sucking her own finger, tasting Janelle's private juices-- that sweet, that blameless, in such a tight little sensuous body. "Which do you like to do with virgin girls, Jan?"

"I like to make them come." All of a sudden Janelle stood up and pulled Melissa to her feet. "Like this." She slipped her hands into her pants and slipped them off, after that she handed them to Melissa. "Keep these." She stepped forward and ran her hands over Melissa's hips, after that along the edges of her skintight shorts. "I may feel every contour of your skin."

"Are they either tight?" Again, that blameless.

"Yes. Boys may see everything you have." She lightly touched Melissa's crotch, feeling the muggy outline of her lips thru the fabric. "Take them off." Janelle stepped back and watched, all of a sudden also modest to do it herself.

Melissa made a great act of shyness, slipping the shorts down little by little and exposing again and again till Janelle might feel herself dripping down the insides of her thighs. Melissa stood up in only a purple bra.

Janelle had to this, she knew. She stepped forward and hugged Melissa, a buddiely hug between sisters. Melissa hugged her back awkwardly, not sure what was happening. Then Janelle slowly pulled away, still hugging but separating their torsos. She kept one hand on Melissa's hip, moving the other onto her stomach and sliding it upward. She cupped Melissa's left boob, muggy even thru the fabric.

Then Janelle pulled back and started shivering. "I can't do this." Melissa watched her for a minute, after that she pulled her over to sit on the bed.

"Which do you want?"

Janelle nearly wailed. "I do not want to be uptight! I want to be fun! I want guys to like being around me since I may gad about, do things, love sex and stuff--not just sit around being sweet." She looked at Melissa. "I want to love this right now."

Melissa stood up and pointed at the bed. "Get comfortable. I am will show you how good your body may feel."

Janelle nodded and stretched out on the bed. Melissa laid down next to her, touching full-length and she ran her hand down onto Janelle's light bush.

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes."

"Everywhere?"

Janelle thought about it, nodded.

Melissa shoved her hand down into Janelle's crotch, parting her lips in a single move and shoving two fingers into Janelle's slick vagina, deep, her whole hand shoving inward to push deep, deeper, deeper--then out and flicking across Janelle's clit, her lips, teasing the entrance.

"You can't just ease into it. Extream is not something you ease into. It?s, or it is not." She giggled. "It is like being spontaneous. You can't say, 'I'll be spontaneous this weekend,' may you?" Janelle shook her head. "So you can't sky-dive a little at a time. You can't lose your virginity a little. It happens or it does not."

"I want it to happen."

"Which?"

Janelle smiled, embarrassed but also turned on and relaxed to care. "Which you were just starting to do to me."

Melissa grinned and leaned in to kiss Janelle. Then she rested her head on Janelle's shoulder, facing her boobs and she dropped her hand back into Janelle's genitals. She pulled her open and entered her with two stiff fingers, twisted them, flicked them in opposite directions. Janelle thrust her hips at Melissa's hand and her hands grabbed Melissa's and helped it find a pace. She desired it hard, it seemed, so Melissa was careful while she slipped a 3-rd finger inside and pounded them into Janelle's vagina like a three-sided cock.

Janelle melted, squeezing her vagina around the other lady's fingers, wanting to cry and squeal, instead just gasping for breath and saying, "Yes!" at odd times. Her hands moved with Melissa's and together they fucked her, fingerfucked her in the right way, hard, slamming into her, so good--

Janelle imagined what may happen-- Then it really happened, as Melissa's fingers struck her G-spot and her palm vibrated on her clitoris and all of a sudden she cried out and flexed, little crunches that brought her torso and her legs up and her skin crawled with tingles as she came and came--

Melissa licked her fingers tidy while Janelle caught her breath. Janelle slowly slid three of her own fingers into her vagina, after that she looked at Melissa with a burning stare. "How does it feel to do that to one more lady's vagina?"

For reply, Melissa laid down and parted her legs slightly. "It is fun. I mean," she pronounced, switching to her blameless voice. "You tell me. I have never done anything like that."

"Let me catch my breath."