Earlier that week, Cherie had awakened to find
Karen thinking deeply, absently running her hands around Cherie's
body. Cherie had played possum for a while, realising the girl had
something on her mind. Then, pretending to just wake up, she asked
what the matter might be. It gave her a bit of a jolt to find Karen
had been thinking about the two of them and how they had become lovers
Even at that age, Cherie had felt the vibes
Karen was putting out and, realising that the attraction, though
unspoken, was mutual, she tried to reciprocate, not knowing what else
to do. Never modest at
the best of times, she displayed her body unashamedly, changing
clothes in front of Karen, baring her fast-developing
breasts for admiration. Really, she was just trying to get the
girl to make a move on her. One thing that Cherie was itching to get
hold of was Karen's beautifully formed little pair of buttocks. Cherie
constantly wondered what they felt like to touch and what delights lay
between them. But the catalyst that brought their attraction into the
open was Cherie's sensitive nose.
For one reason or another, Cherie would need to sneeze almost every day, her fits large and wet. Whenever she did, Cherie could feel the vibe from Karen at its strongest, the teenager excited almost to the point of agitation at seeing a normal bodily function. Finally, one afternoon, Karen had made her move. Unable to take her handkerchief out in time, Cherie had felt Karen's hand slip across her mouth and nose. She had sneezed hard into it twice, spraying it copiously with saliva. An almost tearful Karen had finally confessed her feelings, adding that the sight of Cherie sneezing was the most intense catalyst of all in the desire for her friend.
Cherie came out with her own feelings and
desires towards Karen and the two girls found a new understanding with
each other. Now, the way ahead would be taken, learning about each
other's bodies and what to do with them. A rapidly deepening and
genuine love was quickly established. They hoped it would last
Cherie returned to the present. She had nearly
dozed off from thinking of these events
their past. It had turned out perfectly ,though, Cherie
thought, rolling onto her side. From that day on she had sneezed for
Karen at every opportunity. Boldly, she had asked for intimacy with
the other girl's buttocks. After a brief hesitation, Karen had agreed.
She had never regretted it, becoming almost addicted to the
feel of Cherie's tongue lapping at her little anus and her hands massaging
Karen's twin globes between it.
Cherie stared into the darkness. She knew what
she was. An eighteen year old lesbian who, if she chose to advertise
this fact, would never be completely accepted by society. And she
didn't care. She loved Karen who loved her back and that was it.
She was starting to drift again, heading for
sleep, when a dull, but insistent tickle began building in her
sinuses. Cherie nearly laughed
out loud. She had lain here thinking about it and now it was going to
happen. Her mind working at top speed, she rolled onto her back. She
was nude, so she had no pocket for tissues. In fact, she had no
tissues, having used the last of them to clean saliva and vaginal
juices from herself and Karen after their last energetic lovemaking
session, two days before. Her handkerchiefs were in the drawer, a
million miles away.
As the tickle reached its peak, Cherie did the
only thing she could. The one thing that had started her commitment to
Karen. She covered her mouth and nose with her hand.
sneezed heavily, spraying her palm.
Her nose wasn't finished with her yet, though. It was still
tickling violently and an image of Karen danced in her mind's eye.
At that second, Cherie missed her young lover
desperately. She brought her left hand up and did what Karen, though
unnecessarily, did on many occasions. Cupping the two hands together
over her nose and mouth, Cherie prepared for the final explosion.
the double sneeze, almost too close together to distinguish one from
the other. Both of her hands were soaked with saliva and some flecks
She rubbed them over her face, getting a quick
whiff of her own spit, but drying them off as best she could. Then she
rubbed her forearm across her nostrils, breathing up deeply to clear
the small amount of mucus in there. Years of practice had given her
the ability to release the bulk of her sneeze through her mouth and
only when this action differed, did she have to blow her nose
The impact of the final double explosion had
jerked her from the pillows with its force, but now Cherie nestled her
young body back against them to consider what had happened. Foremost
in her mind was the question of why she had the instinctive urge to
cover her mouth against a sneeze when she was alone. When she was with
anyone other than Karen, she would suppress it completely, an almost
inaudible convulsion behind her handkerchief. Countless times, Karen
had covered her mouth for her. A gentle hand, a tissue, a hanky, they
all came into play and they were all fun and sensual. Sometimes, Karen
would present her face for Cherie's wet explosions, an act which never
failed to culminate in some very intense lovemaking.
Cherie chuckled in the darkness. It was all just
a part of being young and in love. She loved Karen with a depth she
couldn't gauge or explain. But it was enough. Just.
Thinking of Karen made her vagina begin the low
familiar throb of arousal again and her nipples tingle, wanting touch.
There was nothing for it, she decided. This problem would have to be
attended to personally.
Her saliva came into use again as she spat
liberally on two fingers of each hand and began creaming the
"magic fluid" into each nipple. They responded eagerly,
standing right up and sending urgent signals of pleasure to her
Her nipples ready, she used yet more saliva and
slipped the dripping fingers into her equally wet little love tunnel,
going straight for the magic button. Massaging her left nipple while
her right hand worked at her clitoris brought exquisite pleasure which
tingled over her body. Cherie drifted into another world where that
feeling of pleasure was all she knew. Karen's beautiful face floated
in her mind's eye and the images began. Karen sitting nude on her lap
giving Cherie kisses and cuddles. Then Karen sneezing gently, a finger
under her nose. Karen blowing Cherie's nose with a clean white tissue.
Then Cherie exploding a big sneeze into Karen's eager hand. She put
more saliva on her left nipple. She was getting close.
The images continued. Cherie with her nose deep
between Karen's bottom cheeks, pleasuring her anus. Then the two of
them making love on Karen's double bed. That did it. The sight of her
lover's face lit with ecstasy as fingers and tongues did their
precision work, sent Cherie over the top.
"Oh Karen.......Oh darling......love
me.....yes......oh yes........Karen darling....." Cherie
whispered to the empty room as an intense orgasm swept up and down her
entire body. Finally she was sated, lying
back on the pillows in the afterglow of her release. Her
fingers were soaked in vaginal juices and she wiped them absently on
She still missed Karen's physical presence, but
the lively session of masturbation had lessened the longing feeling.
Soon, it would be tomorrow and her problem would be solved by a slim
teenage girl bouncing along beside her. Cherie stared into the
"Goodnight, Karen", she whispered.
"I love you, sweetcheeks"
At peace now, she let herself drift again. One
more image floated through her mind's eye. It was that of the both of
them asleep in this bed, cuddled together, a picture of perfection in
stillness. The day moved to the edge of extinction. Time turned.
Outside, the wind gusted and howled. Cherie slept.
A few streets away, Karen was also alone in bed. In deference to the chilly Autumn weather, she wore thick pyjamas even though the electric blanket was up high. She had eaten too many onions and plenty of eggs at the church barbecue and knew, with a modicum of wry amusement, that she would be farting vigorously tomorrow. Tomorrow. That was what she wanted. The time that would bring her sweet Cherie back to her.
Cherie with her vivacious smile, long coltish
legs and large firm breasts. And that sneeze. Never forget that. Her
lover, her soul mate, her dream come true.
Karen also missed Cherie's presence. Her vagina ached dully in semi-arousal and she didn't doubt it would need attention before she slept. She let herself drift. Last time Karen had thought like this, she had wandered back into the past, reliving the events that had brought their preference for each other to light. Now she went forward, wondering what the future held for them both. A year of school left, after which both girls had their sights set on the University of Melbourne. Therefore, at least, they would not be separated.
Karen rolled restlessly onto her side.
Separated. Yuk. What a horrible word. She would die, like a star
burning out, if she didn't have Cherie. Karen was sometimes troubled
by the secret the two of them held. Lately, she wondered if they
shouldn't just announce it to the world and be done with it. She made
a mental note to ask Cherie's opinion. Karen rolled onto her back
again, laced a hand behind her head and let the other lie on her left
She thought of tomorrow again. She intended to
dress for her lover, showcasing her lithe young body with her tightest
jeans and a satin blouse. Cherie loved satin. As if on cue, an odd,
but familiar itch tickled the back of her nasal passages, getting
bigger by the split second.
"Not now," she thought. But there was
no holding back. With a mental apology to Cherie, Karen put her free
hand over her mouth, an instinctive action she could not break. Then
she let go.
The sneezes were very gentle and the pressure in
her nose eased with each one. Karen finished with a fifth and final
"choo", and uncovered her mouth.
"Oh excuse me, " she said to the empty
room and giggled. There was no spit, no mucus. Just a pleasant feeling
of release. Trouble was now, she definitely needed another kind of
release. Her vagina had become wet and fully aroused in a few seconds,
spurred on by thoughts of Cherie and the unexpected sneezes. This was
best dealt with at once, Karen decided, quickly unbuttoning her pyjama
top. She out her right hand inside her pants, sliding two fingers up
to her clitoris. She used saliva on only her left nipple, coating it
with the fresh liquid. A few seconds later, Karen was away, massaging
her love button smoothly while she worked her eager, wet nipple.
Unlike Cherie, Karen fixed on only one image.
That of the both of them nude on the bed, hugging and kissing, their delight and passion obvious. Cherie's lap held
Karen's little bottom and each girl held a breast. In the picture,
Karen always noticed that Cherie's hand always held a damp
handkerchief and she wondered if her lover had a cold in this simple
fantasy which they had, many times, undertaken for real. She never had
a chance to take the picture any further, for she always came very
quickly when she used it and tonight was no exception.
A tidal wave of pleasure spread through her
loins and into her entire body
as her expert fingers completed their work. Karen bucked and thrust in
"Oh yes," she cried softly.
"Yes.....yes.....oh my goodness..........oh Cherie........kiss me
Slowly, she subsided and a cheeky grin stole
over her face. God, that had been good. Karen wiped her fingers on her
pyjamas and tidied herself up again. Then she lay very still on her
back. It was so wonderful to be in love. Should be more of it, she
thought. Giving vent to a huge yawn, she could feel peace roll over
her after a long day
"Goodnight sweetheart", she said
For a moment, she thought she heard Cherie
reply. Then she chuckled sleepily. They were well in tune with each
other, but they couldn't hold telepathic conversations. Karen yawned
again and closed her eyes, that sly little smile still just touching
her lips. The day moved to extinction and time turned. Outside, the
Autumn wind whipped the leaves, gusting angrily. Karen slept.