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   Story: The Hot Kitten Cafe   
      
   by Vivian Darkbloom   
      
       Sapphire calmly sipped her ginseng-ginger tea, vivacious herbal   
       aromas steaming as she blew across the rippling surface with her   
       full red lips.   
      
       Across from me she smiled and winked, dark-skinned, long dark   
       curly hair tumbling carelessly across her shoulders. "I have this   
       special double-dildo, see," she was explaining to the two blonde   
       girls, Trudy and Kamilia, on my left and right. "with a   
       vibrator," she added.   
      
       As she spoke, her body unconsciously maintained a swaying dance   
       back and forth, as if she were (though sitting there, real as   
       real life in front of me, fully clothed in frilly black lace and   
       fishnet stockings on the plain wooden coffeeshop chair) in some   
       alternate reality actually engaged in having sex in a roomful of   
       girls, the fantasy she carried in her head like a pop-song as she   
       strolled through her day.   
      
       Sapphire glanced left and right at the two blondes, Trudy with   
       long hair, and Kamilia with short. Drinks set in front of all on   
       the grey, simulated marble formica table, in a coffeeshop called   
       the "Hot Kitten Cafe," nestled deep in the recesses of a nameless   
       strip mall in a forgotten city somewhere in generic 21st-century   
       America.   
      
       My protege (or should I simply say `friend?') Trudy, the prude,   
       the long-haired with velvet-blue headband on my left, was tall   
       and thin, and being 14 years old, was the oldest and most   
       conservatively dressed of the bunch. Being the older man in the   
       situation, my duty was to shield her from such prurient   
       interests. But it hardly seemed appropriate to interfere with her   
       socialization with girls younger than herself.   
      
       Though it had started out with me simply being her math tutor, we   
       discovered other shared interests and she eagerly absorbed the   
       knowledge I had to offer on a variety of subjects, especially   
       foreign art-films. We had gotten into a routine of attending the   
       cinema together, then adjourning to a local coffee-house to   
       discuss the hidden meanings, implications and intents.   
      
       Although when asked directly about sex, Trudy would spit it out   
       words such as "gross" and "disgusting," I had nevertheless long   
       observed that she cherished a clandestine fascination with kinky   
       forbidden sex talk, and I found myself helpless in my efforts to   
       steer her clear of it. Nothing would ever come of it, of course.   
      
       Trudy smiled and laughed nervously, her long straight delicate   
       blonde hanging from the dark blue velvet ribbon she wore over the   
       top of her head. Mindless `alternative' rock music chattered   
       quietly, unlistened-to from the radio in the background, as the   
       pierced, tattooed, and studded dyke behind the counter forcefully   
       pulled another espresso, loudly steaming the latte creme.   
      
       Two girls with pink and purple hair, arm-in-arm, awaited their   
       caffeinated confections.   
      
       Sapphire continued: "And see, what I like to do is, get myself   
       all hot and wet, with my girlfriend watching, to the point where   
       I almost have an orgasm. Then I strap on, put one end inside   
       myself, and the smaller end inside my girlfriend's butt."   
      
       Trudy laughed nervously. "You mean..." she giggled. "...not the,   
       um, front."   
      
       Sapphire continued smiling. "That's right baby. I go right in the   
       rear exit." She paused to let the idea sink in, then continued.   
       "Then she sits on the beautiful face of another hot and horny   
       sweet young girl. So when she comes, it makes me reach my orgasm   
       at the same moment. And man, oh man, " -- here, Sapphire tilted   
       her head back in sweet reminiscing -- "flying stars and fireworks   
       going off all over the place."   
      
       Not knowing how else to react, Trudy laughed, as if it were the   
       punchline of a hilarious joke.   
      
       Short-haired blonde Kamilia seemed familiar with the experience   
       of lesbian orgasm. She had just met Sapphire, and the two of them   
       had invited us to sit with them in order to continue the   
       conversation Trudy had gotten into with them about a teacher they   
       had all shared at school. The subject of the conversation,   
       needless to say, had shifted.   
      
       "Have you ever had an orgasm with a guy?" Kamilia asked Sapphire,   
       who gave a little laugh.   
      
       "No, but I always wondered if it would have the same effect.   
       Like, when the guy had an orgasm, would it make me come, the same   
       way it does when I'm inside a girl?" She threw me a sly glance,   
       sharp as a stiletto, that pierced to the bone.   
      
       I had been nursing a hardon (and my double espresso) for the past   
       seven minutes or so, not really believing the story, and hardly   
       even believing that I was hearing it in the first place from this   
       young teenager. And then her eyes in that fraction of a second   
       tore jagged holes through my psyche, leaving me wholly cross-eyed   
       and gaping helplessly as my mind babbled ghastly cliches and   
       nonsense in an effort to tear my concentration away from the   
       fantasy of having Sapphire inside of me, reaching her orgasm as I   
       came inside one of her girlfriends.   
      
       Or worse, having Sapphire inside my butt while I sent my sweet   
       load deep into the girl I was supposed to be guarding from such   
       things, Trudy herself. Guilt drove the nails of desire deeper   
       into my crimson longing. As if she could hear the passion ringing   
       inside my head, Trudy turned to me and gave a long flushed laugh,   
       wild-eyed with her soft bum sticking out twitching behind her.   
      
       I could tell from the feminine perfume that erupted from her soft   
       presence, that Trudy had gotten all horny and hot from the   
       conversation -- but it was equally clear that she was totally   
       either unaware or in denial of her sexuality. Meaning that one   
       tiny caress down the sweet crevice between her legs would trigger   
       her to collapse into uncontrollably passionate shivers, not that   
       that was ever going to happen, of course.   
      
       My mind, swept away in vivid images, barely tracked the remainder   
       of the conversation as it swerved along little-girl topics, from   
       dresses to dolls to boys and cellular phones. The espressos and   
       teas dipped lower and lower in the glasses and cups, until   
       finally I heard (as if in the distance, through a fog) Sapphire   
       complain about needing to wait for the bus, and Trudy respond by   
       offering that I would be happy to give them a ride -- Kamilia had   
       decided to spend some time visiting at Sapphire's house, even   
       though Sapphire's mom was gone, out on a date, probably   
       overnight.   
      
       Soon, there we were in the car in the darkness, Trudy and I in   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)