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Nice thread, and i might have a couple pics collected later, but...

Who says that spattered fluids aren't real love?

This is another instance where i have no idea if excessive sarcasm is being employed or if he's being genuine. anyone care to help me out?

I think it's a purely domination thing, that you are a real man if you can subvert a woman and force her to take your seed, or something along those lines.

Who cares? It's fukken hawt! :D

Does anyone know if it it possible for one to purchase English translated versions of the Chōhei Kanbayashi novels Sentou Youse Yukikaze, Guddo rakku sentō yōsei yukikaze, and Sentō yōsei yukikaze[revised]?

Thanks for the time.

It really saddens me that this was actually a serious cartoon aimed at children.

Wait, MiG-30? IIRC there's MiG-29A/C/K/M, 29OVT, 29SMT, 33(alt name for M), and 35. AFAIK China has just aquired/stolen/reverse engineered Sukhois. Do you mean Su-30? Must be because you said forward wings; =canards, as that is the one thing Mikoyan has not done to the MiG-29. And anyway, the Su-30s the Chinese copied are the ones without canards IIRC. And it is neat and agile but the Su-27 platform is huge and has nowhere near the T/W ratio of the F-22; it'll hemmorage airspeed at anything below 30,000 feet while the Raptor could almost literally stand on it's tail and dance circles around the stalled Flanker.



IMO the J-10 isn't really like any MiG aside from delta wings. The J-10 is more features from the Gripen, Eurofighter, and Rafale mixed together and claimed to be indigenous design. (I could have slapped something together that looks better). And BTW, LOL, good one!



You have a point. the F-35 has more features built into it and is overall more modern than the F-22, especially with DAS. You could say it's gen 5.2 to the Raptor's Gen 5.0.



Well, isn't that what IFF is for? And the JSF's DAS covers this point anyway [if it works as claimed].

I LOL'd.

1). Asuka Langley Soryu* - Neon Genesis Evangelion
2). Nao - Resort Boin
3). Nao - Resort Boin
4). Nao - Resort Boin
5). Nao - Resort Boin
6). Nao - Resort Boin


*+ 4 years; as she appears in the Studio Wallaby Doujins

Agreed.

I always read first to see if it's worth it (unless it's something that is going to be good, like a new Kisaragi Gunma manga or anything by Black Dog or Studio Wallaby)

I use sadpanda to post adult images here and the odd pic I don;t want to bother with uploading to photobuvket. Photobucket does come in useful though as My other hobbies require the photo manipulation/resizing that it offers. Plus, I can go back and repost them as the links are right there.

seems like my book's premise is more and more likely as I read



I thought China just stole Sukhoi aircraft and that MiG was the domain of small, third-world countries wanting a couple fighters to enhance their dictator's penis size. From what I understand China has the J-10, J-11 (stolen/unlicensed build Su-27/30) and recently reverse-engineered the Su-33.

Plus, I don't see any, any MiG, or Sukhoi for that matter, not equipped with a Russian plasma-cloaker [alleged to exist and function] even getting near the F-22 without being painted and ass-rammed by an AIM-120. And when did the F-35, despite aerodynamic massaging between X-35 and F-35 stages, become more maneuverable than the TV-equipped/lower wing-loaded F-22?

Sooooooo sexy....

Lockheed Martin F-35A Joint Strike fighter (prototype/production)

^ This

The Holstarus piques my curiousity...

Not in there. I know that the music I seek is on the GW EW soundtrack, anyone have a source for the EW soundtrack?

The BGM from the Gundam Wing Endless Waltz movie when Heero and Wufei are battling as they reenter the atmosphere, does anyone know the name of the music piece or where I can get it?
Thanks for the time.

...that will enable me to turn the softsubs on in a set of SDF Macross eps I torrented? The torrent description said it was japanese and english audio with english subs.

They're AVS vid files
I use Primarially AVS Media Player, but AFAIK it can't do subs.

Can anyone help please?

Umm, those look like spines to me!

I wrote this awhile back and still consider it the best bit of ero I've ever written. It's the first chapter of a series posted on the Kristen's Archives.




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Elizabeth Lacrosse, an eighteen year-old senior at LerRoin High School, walked out of the girl's locker room of the school into the expansive pool room. She was a beautiful example of German genetics, being fairly tall at 5'10", with lightly tanned smooth skin and medium-length blonde hair over a beautiful face. She was possessed with excellent proportions to go with her height, measuring in at 34C/29/34. Her face was smooth and graced by beautiful, blue eyes and she always exuded a confident sexuality without seeming slutty. Today though, the word slut was made more apt to stick. She was dressed in the same attire as everyone else, the school-issued blue one piece-style two-piece. A bikini brief bottom was overlapped with a sleeveless tank. On Elizabeth's body the top showed off her breasts nicely, the sides and tops very visible. She was wearing something else though, something in addition that the other girls began noticing as they spread out along the deep end of the pool, whispered comments jumping back and forth. Elizabeth chuckled quietly as she listened.
"Do you see that?"
"What the heck is it?"
"How did she get one of those?"
"Why is she wearing it?"
"How can she parade it around like that?"
"I think she was wearing it all through class!"
"Is it inside her? ther's no bulge..."
Elizabeth took her place at her diving board, awaiting the team's coach to instruct them for the day. As she took her place, she turned to the left slightly, displaying clearly to the rest of the girls the pink battery pack attatched via a black elastic band to her muscular left thigh, a pink cord snaking up her leg and into the crotch of her swimsuit, from where a faint buzzing could be heard by the girls flanking her.
"Alright Girls!" shouted the coach, a stern but attractive woman who was at least 5-11 and had a firm, well-exercised figure, walking out of the locker room dressed in a red one-piece with the school's logo emblazoned across the bust. She walked over to the line of athletic young women, walking behind them as she spoke. "Today we really need to step it up if we're to beat Velstien's team. We need to be faster, stronger, more enduring!" she called.
"Yes Maam!" the girls shouted back in unison. The coach laughed.
"That's the spirit. On my mark, I want you to swim ten laps for warm-up!" she continued. the girls again replied to the coach. The coach was about to add to her speech when she passed Elizabeth. She stopped, wondering where the buzzing was coming from. She looked down between Elizabeth's legs and saw the cord going up into her swimsuit and the battery pack.
"Miss Lacrosse!" she said. Elizabeth turned to face the coach.
"Yes Mrs. Richards?" she said back in the militarily firm reply.
"What is that?" Mrs. Richards asked in a normal voice, her tone still firm. Elizabeth looked down at the coach, seeing that she was pointing at her groin.
"It will not detract from my performance Maam." she replied, matching Mrs. Richards' tone. The coach looked up at Elizabeth's face questioningly.
"It had better not." she said simply, returning to her pace along the other half of her team. The girls around Elizabeth were looking at each other confusedly and suprisedly as Elizabeth returned to her place at the board. "Okay, Girls! Mount Boards!" Mrs. Richards called. The girls got up on their diving boards, and as Elizabeth raised her right leg to get up on the base her swimsuit's crotch was pulled against her vulva, and it was clear to all the girls to her right that the cord went up into her vagina, that the vibrator was deep inside her pussy. "Ready!" Mrs. Richards called The girls took the goggles on their foreheads and put them over their eyes, readying for the dive.
"Go!" she yelled. In unison, the eight blue-clad young women leapt from their boards and plunged into the water like amphibians, their form and grace being matched only by their power as they furiously swam lap after lap in the lightly chlorinated water. Their coach was watching them like a hawk, examining every detail of their performance, especially blonde in the middle lane. After they touched the near lip for the tenth time she blew her whistle and the girls hauled themselves up out of the water and up on the textured white concrete. They removed their goggles and caught their breath, water dripping off their bodies as their coach thought about the times she had just recorded.
Elizabeth glanced around at her peers. The vibrator already had her aroused greatly, she could be fucked by a horse she was so wet right now, but the sight of some of her teammates...she had to work to not show her sexual excitement. She watched as chests heaved, bosoms rising and falling. Her attention lingered on a few girls in the line; Julia Morrison, a girl her age with short dirty-blonde hair and green eyes, a typical tomboy type who loved little of what the feminine demographic cared for, save thick cocks and bareback sex if the rumors were true. Her frame was a little shorter and leaner than Elizabeth's, but by no means any less attractive. Then there was another Senior, this time a year younger, Sarah Meltrovitch. She was an inch shorter than Elizabeth, her hair long, brown, and wavy over blue eyes and her body blessed with large, soft, D-cup breasts that were easily held firm and tight by her swimsuit. Her breasts were often targeted by the other girls in the locker room as squeeze toys, her chest always receiving at least one unsolicited grope from a teammate or classmate in swim or gym. This was not admonished by her though, and she actually enjoyed it; one time, a girl had grabbed them from behind, and rubbed her nipples a bit, and everyone who saw swore they saw her hips buck a little and a moan escape her lips. Finally, a girl that Sarah liked to look at particularly also pulled at her heartstrings. Olivia Mauskowitz, almost the same height as Elizabeth but having a slimmer chest and smaller breasts. Like Sarah, she had long, brown wavy hair but her eyes were a beautiful brown, her face somewhat delicate. She had an air of meekness at first, but after one talked to her they found an inquisitive and outgoing individual, exactly what Elizabeth found so attractive, that and the common knowledge that she on occasion came to school with a Mr. Limpy inside her questionably virgin pussy. The only thing that had prevented her from trying to start anything was that Olivia was only a couple weeks past sixteen and a grade lower than she was, making a relationship improprietary.
By now, Elizabeth was painfully aware of the fact that her nipples were making very visible bumps in the curves of her breasts. She looked up at Olivia and noticed that she was looking in her direction. Olivia looked away quickly, but knowing that the girl she liked so much was looking at her in her current state made her want to get off so badly right now.
"Okay, good warm-up girls, your times are as good as last session. We're beginning the time trials now, who wants to go first?" Mrs. Richards called out. There was silence for a moment, then Olivia piped-up.
"I'll go, Mrs Richards." she volunteered, moving towards the diving board of her lane. Elizabeth watched her walk to the board and climb up, seeing something that surprised her. Elizabeth noticed that there was a definite bulge in her crotch area, the fact that she had this girl's external anatomy so well mapped embarassing her.
"This must be a Limpy day..." she thought to herself as Olivia put her goggles back on and dove into the water, swimming very rapidly and the coach clicking off the start of the session on her stopwatch.
The session went smoothly, each girl making a gradual improvement on their times. Elizabeth made the largest improvement, her times now tying with Olivia's for the lead. No one really paid attention to Elizabeth's device for the duration, wanting to focus on the task at hand rather than a scandelous detail of one of their teammates. There was chit-chat as they entered the locker room, the Boys team coming out of their locker room as the girls went in. There were catcalls exchanged before the blue-suited group disappeared inside. The locker rooms for both had blue tiled flooring with white painted-cinderblock walls.
"Great session today team, we'll be right on track for our meet on Sunday." The coach said proudly in the locker room to the sound of showers being turned on. Suddenly though, a buzzing came from her locker. She took the key from around her neck, which shared a ring with the whistle and unlocked the large red metal door to the half-height locker. She grabbed her cell phone and reamed through the text messages she had received over the session's duration. Her eyes widened.
"Excuse me girls." she said hurriedly as she threw on a sweatshirt and pants and stormed out without another word. The team members began buzzing about what it could have been. Elizabeth, her interest piqued, unlocked her locker, dialing in the combination and pulling out her bag, in which was her iPod Touch. She sent a quick Email to a friend who had a class nearby the Principal's office.
"Is it Felicia again?" she sent the message. A few seconds later she got the message back.
"Yes." Elizabeth giggled a bit, wondering what she had done this time.
"Let me guess..." she typed. She didn't finish though, as she was suddenly aware of someone standing right in front of her. Elizabeth looked-up from where she was sitting by her locker on the long bench and her blood ran a bit cool in her body, and a bit hot in her head as she saw Olivia in front of her. Elizabeth had temporarily forgot her arousal with the abrupt departure of the coach, but now it hit her like a bag of cement.
"Yes?" she asked, hesitating slightly. Olivia just stared at her, keeping eye contact with Elizabeth. Elizabeth did note though, Olivia's cheeks were as red as her own felt. "Olivia?" she added. The brown haired girl said nothing, instead kneeling in front of her so they were eye to eye. Elizabeth realized that Olivia’s hands were on her hips only when she felt them there, gently resting on the hem of her swimsuit's top. Her legs began quivering, so Olivia leaned in a bit closer, bringing her abdomen against them, quelling the movement, all the while keeping eye contact. Elizabeth was frozen, completely blitzed by the events that were happening. So many masturbation sessions spent thinking about her in this scenario...
Olivia took Elizabeth's hem and lifted it a few inches, exposing a wide belt of smooth, toned abdomen in between the areas of fabric, part of the exposed area being Elizabeth's cute navel. At this, just about everyone noticed what was happening and was watching in silence, all with a mixed expression of interest and shock. Elizabeth was breathing irregularly now as so much went through her mind; Why was Olivia doing this; Why was this happening?; How could it happen? She saw in Olivia's brown pools the same feeling that she had felt so many times before, the want, the desire, the need for someone near. Elizabeth took a deep breath and let the fear melt from her expression. She let her legs spread apart, allowing Olivia to move closer. Olivia nodded ever so slightly and lowered her head to Elizabeth's navel, kissing it firmly. Elizabeth almost came from the contact, moaning softly, still surprised at the forcefulness of Olivia's administrations. They did get gentler though, the strong kiss turning into a probing tongue worming around in the post-umbilical recession. Elizabeth felt her stomach turning, her abdominal muscles twitching madly from the stimulation. She knew that Olivia could feel them, and it was getting her so close to a release. The brown haired girl at work on her body changed to a slow, firm swirling of her tongue all around Elizabeth's navel, her lips pausing every few seconds for a long, drawn out kiss of the firm, smooth skin. Elizabeth moaned softly again, this time her eyes having been shut for over a minute. Only after another minute of the kissing and the disappearance of Olivia's mouth did she open her eyes. She saw that Olivia was again looking at her, a hand now on the battery case Velcro-ed to her thigh.
They were like that for several long seconds, Elizabeth panting slightly. Olivia removed the pack, holding it in her right hand and playing with the power control. Elizabeth jumped at the occilations in her pelvis, almost coming. She grabbed the bench on either side of her, clutching very tightly. Olivia smiled ever so slightly and stared at Elizabeth's crotch for a few seconds, the thin fabric stretched over her aroused pussy. She gently, carefully hooked a finger around one edge of the front and pulled them aside, revealing the erect, sopping lips of Elizabeth's shaven cunt, the pink cord snaking out of her pussy. Olivia took the cord a few inches away from Elizabeth's hot genitals and pulled firmly, but slowly. The buzzing grew louder until the small pink egg emerged from the soft home it had enjoyed, bringing with it a teaspoon's worth of clear, thick liquid. Without any adue, Olivia leaned in and ran her tongue firmly up Elizabeth's womanhood, flicking her clit as she finished the stroke. Elizabeth came, her hips bucking as an overdue orgasm snapped inside her, releasing the wave of pleasure which crashed over her many times in the space of time in which she felt Olivia's young, surprisingly skilled tongue unfolding her womanhood and rubbing her clit, all the while licking up the juices she exuded. Finally, after what Elizabeth guessed was the third consecutive climax Olivia stopped, breaking contact with Elizabeth's pussy and inserting a pair of fingers into her vagina. Elizabeth came down after a couple minutes, the spasming in her abdomen subsiding, the warm, dull pleasure fading satisfiedly. Meanwhile, Olivia had pressed her lips to Elizabeth's, the two engaging in a passionate, lust-filled kiss. When the broke apart for air, both were panting.
They glanced over at the girls, whom they knew were watching and saw that Julia's masculine interests extended to women as well, as she was currently fondling Sarah's now-bare breasts while engaged in a deep kiss while a couple other girls were fingering each other, suit bottoms around single ankles. Both giggled a little at the absurdity of the psudo-orgy that was developing. Elizabeth resumed eye contact with Olivia, who had by now withdrawn her fingers from Elizabeth's slick hole.
Continuing wordlessly, Elizabeth reached to Olivia's right hip and played with the hem of her bottom. Olivia's eyes smiled ever so slightly and she moved over to Elizabeth's right so she was sitting on the bench next to her. She allowed Elizabeth to lay her down, and helped the removal of her swimsuit bottom by raising her hips. Elizabeth tossed them aside and spread Olivia's legs, revealing broadly a young pussy with a diamond of trimmed brown pubic hair, and the base of a Mr. Limpy over everything. Elizabeth took the base and slowly removed it, the long, thick shaft withdrawing from Olivia's vagina with a wet sucking noise. All this was done with continued eye contact, Olivia wincing as the textured, soft flesh-colored dildo popped out. Elizabeth lovingly dragged a finger over the erect, slightly apart inner labia of Olivia's snatch, gently spreading her glisteningly wet folds. The pair made eye contact again, Olivia showing in her eyes the approval for Elizabeth to do what both wanted so badly. Elizabeth nodded slightly and lowered her head to the sixteen-year old's pussy and began cunnilating her as best as she could, massaging the labia with her dexterous tongue. Olivia gasped aloud from the contact, her abdomen contracting as a bolt of pleasure shot through her body. Elizabeth continued her lustful assault on the younger girl's vulva, pushing her tongue into the twitching entrance of her vagina. Olivia squirmed, squeezing Elizabeth's head with her strong, athletic thighs involuntarily. Elizabeth couldn't believe how sweet Olivia's juices tasted. She was sweeter than her own cum, but the fluid itself was a bit thinner. Elizabeth lifted her head for a moment to observe the rest of the girls in the room. Most were distracted with themselves, turned on by the spectacle and either masturbating or engaged with another party. Elizabeth felt a hand on her cheek and looked back into Olivia's brown, pleading eyes. She glanced at the brown-haired girl's chest, her breasts rising and falling with every panting breath, nipples firmly and proudly visible through the thin fabric. Elizabeth understood how badly Olivia needed a release and dove back on her pussy, licking broadly her hot snatch before settling on her firm clit, lashing it with her tongue. Olivia grimaced from the sensations, propping herself up on her elbows and gripping the wood bench tightly. It was only a minute more of focused clitoral stimulation before Olivia came, her body quivering and going stiff as the tension in her abdomen and thighs snapped, releasing the orgasm to pound her body. She let her head fall back and let out a loud moan, ending in a gasp as she inhaled. Elizabeth continued past the first climax though, wanting to pay back Olivia with interest, and so pressed a bit harder. Olivia whimpered, her body locking up except for an abdominal spasm every time she came, her whole body jerking and her thighs tightening.
After orgasm number four, Elizabeth stopped administering antagonistically, gently licking up the smeared juices from around Olivia's pussy to let her down. She was listening to Olivia's panting, the sharp intakes of breath gradually softening as she recovered, her hands gently caressing her recipient's thighs. Elizabeth finished licking as Olivia sat-up, the two exchanging looks after another minute of self-collection. Olivia was startled to see a slight of worry creeping into her new partner's expression, eyes averted, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by voices coming from outside the locker room's entrance. Everyone started, ceasing any engagement with another and hurriedly trying to look casual. Mrs. Richards walked in, her face bearing anger.
"Team, Tomorrow at one, oka-" she stopped, aware of an odor in the room, an odor she knew. She paused, recognizing the musky scent heavy in the room, unsure how as to proceed. "T-Tomorrow at one, alright girls?" she asked, deciding it was better not to pursue it further.
"Yes maam!" the girls replied firmly.
"Okay..." the coach exited the locker room, shaking her head as she left. Olivia looked at Elizabeth as she unlocked her locker and got her clothes out. Elizabeth was dressing hurriedly, avoiding eye contact. She noticed Olivia staring at her as she finished.
"Elizabeth..." she started, but trailed off as Elizabeth quickly averted gaze and stuffed her swimsuit and vibrator into her backpack and dashed out of the locker room. Everyone noticed Elizabeth's sudden departure, but most were simply dressing or had returned to she showers. Olivia sat on the bench, still without any swimsuit below the waist and tried to think why her sexual engagement had left so suddenly. She held her abdomen, quietly absorbed.

Out in the school's student parking lot Elizabeth finally found the FOB to her Impreza and unlocked it as she approached. She opened the door and sat heavily in the aftermarket racing seat, slumping against the steering wheel and trying to think straight. She was shaken by the experience, though why exactly she didn't know at the time. Elizabeth collected herself and put the key into the ignition. The turbocharged opposed-four boomed to life and she flipped the shifter into first, her anxiety temporarily quelled by the sound of the car's engine.

When Elizabeth exited her Impreza after parking it alongside her mother's eggshell-blue Prius in the driveway of their half-million dollar house in a well-planned and landscaped suburb. It was rather large, separated from its white-sided, gray-trimmed neighbors by about a quarter-mile of distance and the lawn was hilly, the house built onto the side of a hill that wrapped around the bean-shaped cul-de-sac. Large, mature deciduous trees mixed with planted conifers gave the place a rural feel, despite the visibility of the urban hills about ten miles away. She walked up the stone path to the porch and entered the house, muttering a brief reply to her mother's query about her day as she passed the living room and proceeded up the staircase, which wrapped around the foyer in an octagonal pattern, varnished pine on top of white trim. At the top of the stairs, a right turn yielded a short, blue-carpeted hallway with two doors, one to the right which was her bedroom, and one straight on which went into a lavish bathroom.
Throwing her book-bag against her centrally positioned bed Elizabeth hastily took off her jacket and put it on her desk chair. She flopped onto her bed, letting the soft, multicolored quilt settle before pulling her iPod out of her left pocket and sighed heavily as she reached over to her desk, which was adjacent to the bed, and grabbed her earphones off the top. Elizabeth plugged them in and put the buds in her ears, turning the iPod to a play-list heavy in metal. She sighed again as the familiar, aggressive music relaxed her, taking her mind to fantasies about high-powered aircraft and heroic dogfights. Between the music, the energy she lost from stress, and practice, Elizabeth had fallen asleep after about four songs, using the last of her sentience to turn the iPod off.
She was awoken by the sound of the doorbell ringing, a dry, four-tone melody sounding. She groggily looked at the clock, seeing it was around five-thirty. Elizabeth stretched and yawned, listening to her mother answer the door.
"Oh, hello." she heard distantly her mother greet. "From school…oh, are you a friend of Elizabeth's?" Elizabeth woke a bit more upon hearing this. "Yes, she's right upstairs in her room, right at the top and the door on the left." Elizabeth was fully awake now, curiosity and anxiety going through her. Her mother knew all the people she regularly interacted with... Elizabeth hoped that it wasn't who she thought it might be as she got-up off her bed, footsteps ascending the stairwell. She straightened her clothes; a white halter-top over her white bra underneath and dark-blue jeans. She had just sat at her desk and put on her glasses when Olivia stepped in, dressed in a black shirt with a white Linkin Park logo on the front, and a light-blue denim skirt over what seemed to be black bike shorts. She took off her gray jacket and looked for a place to set it down, looking around the room, the light-blue walls, the generically-masculine decor, the posters of Japanese sports cars. Elizabeth said nothing, her hands moist and embarrassingly idle on the desk.
"Hey." Olivia said, looking over at Elizabeth. Unsure of what to do or say, Elizabeth did nothing, not even looking over at her visitor. "Nice room." Olivia added casually. "Could use a bit more...girly stuff though." she laughed a little, and Elizabeth did not need much effort to suppress a reflexive giggle of acknowledgment. "Hey." she said again, this time more forcefully, then softened her tone. "I think we need to talk." Elizabeth let out a small sigh.
"Uhh...y-yeah, I guess." she replied shakily, still not changing her posture.
"Let's go get something to eat." Olivia offered. Elizabeth nodded, swallowing emptily as she pushed her wheeled office chair back and getting up to get her jacket off it. As she did so, their eyes met briefly, ended by Elizabeth averting her gaze.
"I-I'll drive." she said. Olivia chuckled.
"You'd better, I don't have a license yet." she shot back. Olivia thought she heard the slightest of chuckles as they exited the room and headed down the stairs.
"Mom, we're going out for some junk food." Elizabeth called to her mother as they put on their shoes in the foyer, summoning all her will-power to keep her voice calm and chipper.
"Nothing too filling, you're father's bringing home some fresh meats from that Italian Grocery in town!" her mother called back.
"Alright mom, bye!"
"Bye Mrs. Lacrosse!" Olivia added as she pulled the door closed. She followed Elizabeth to the driveway, watching as she pulled the FOB from her pocket and unlocking the Impreza.
"Got a Japanese engine in line for her?" Olivia asked. Elizabeth looked-up in interested surprise. Olivia laughed a little at Elizabeth's reaction. "I like cars too." she replied to Elizabeth's unasked question. Elizabeth shook her head and opened her door, sitting in the seat and starting the engine. Olivia got in on the passenger side and closed the door. "Engine sounds nice." she commented.
"Thanks..." Elizabeth trailed off.

They got on their way, Elizabeth driving them out of the suburb and out onto the parkway that led through the hills. There was an awkward silence for a few miles. Olivia noticed that, while still smooth in her driving, Elizabeth's hands were very pale and somewhat shaky when she actuated the turn signal or the shifter.
"Elizabeth, are you okay?" she asked. Elizabeth nodded slightly, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah...I'm okay." she answered. The hills turned into a medium mountain, the trees giving way to more sparse shrubbery, the road ascending with an aggressive grade and beginning to wind. As soon as the first corner was over, Elizabeth downshifted to second and floored the gas. Olivia was taken by surprise by the acceleration and noise as the car lurched forward on the short straight.
"Whoa-Elizabeth!" she exclaimed, grabbing the a-pillar's handle as Elizabeth steered the sedan through the next corner, the car remaining parallel to the road despite the g-forces. The engine reached 7000rpm quickly and Elizabeth shifted to third, crossing the yellow line and almost shouldering the left tires before cutting sharply across the apex of the next curve, followed by a downshift and cranking the wheel left. The car slid, the tail stepping out as the WRX fell back into the correct lane as Elizabeth applied gas again. Olivia, anxious and excited simultaneously, looked over at her driver. Elizabeth was wholly focused, her eyes scanning the road constantly, checking the instrument cluster occasionally. Olivia noticed her hands the most though; they were completely solid and direct in their movements.
"Elizabeth..." Olivia said again. They came to a straighter section of roadway and she backed off the gas, to suddenly jink the car right and off onto the shoulder, braking firmly, but not hard enough to engage the antilock system. Olivia saw what she was aiming for, a slightly rutted single lane dirt road snaking between two large, blocky boulders and climbing fairly steeply. Elizabeth deftly piloted the Subaru up the road and onto a plateau that sat atop a hairpin situated between two steep valleys. She stopped the car in the middle and stared at the steering wheel while she caught her breath. Olivia let go of the handle and looked up at Elizabeth. "Elizabeth?" she repeated. Elizabeth glanced over at Olivia, not making eye contact. She unbuckled her seatbelt and popped open her door.
"Sorry." she said quietly, stepping out and dashing over to a tree, leaning against it and looking out over the massive void of a valley before her. Olivia, concerned, got out and ran after her.
"Elizabeth, what's the matter?" she asked. She stopped when she heard Elizabeth's quiet sobs. She approached quietly, stopping a few feet behind the crying young woman. Elizabeth stopped her irregular sobs, but still remained unmoving. Olivia slowly put her hand on Elizabeth's shoulder, but Elizabeth wrenched away, taking a couple steps.
"I...sorry, Olivia." she said finally, turning back to make eye contact with the brown haired girl after a few seconds, an expression on her face of one who is trying very hard not to cry, and thusly having a slightly defiant appearance. "I love you." she blurted out. Olivia blinked, hearing what she knew and was expecting. She cracked a grin.
"I figured that." she replied gently, taking a step toward Elizabeth. "But, given what happened a couple hours ago, you must realize I have feelings for you. What we did is not something that is casually initiated for no reason." she stopped to think a moment. "At least, not by most in our age group." Elizabeth chuckled a little, and then returned her gaze out into the empty atmosphere beyond the cliff.
"I know...but you are..." Elizabeth started hesitantly. Olivia cocked her head to one side a few degrees.
"A minor?" she asked. Elizabeth sighed and nodded. Olivia gave a blowing-off gesture.
"You needn't worry about criminal charges. My folks...they volunteer for the libertarian party every four years. They'd see you almost as a second child if we told them we were an item." Olivia explained. Elizabeth looked at her feet almost sheepishly.
"That isn't all though." she said. Olivia nodded in perceived understanding.
"You disagree with homosexuality?" she inquired.
"No, no, not that." Elizabeth answered defensively. "I...I..." she trailed off. Olivia put again a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder, this time not being unwelcome there.
"Elizabeth." Olivia said softly. Elizabeth took a deep breath.
"I thought...I had myself figured out...that's all." she explained. "I had had a few boyfriends...I thought I was heterosexual, I enjoyed..." she hesitated, not sure of how to put it. In the end, she decided to just be blunt. "I enjoyed having my brains fucked out." she said finally. Olivia laughed at Elizabeth's word choice, and she had to admit, it did sound a bit crude.
"So...?" Olivia pressed. Elizabeth nodded, continuing her confession.
"Then, last year...we were in that class together. I don’t know...watching you interact, your personality." she explained. "And this year you come into the pool in a swimsuit. I...I felt empty...inside. Like...An empty space in me."
"How long had it been since you cleared a home run?" Olivia interjected. Elizabeth couldn't help but openly laugh at the joke.
"In my heart dummy!" she said. "I know that sounds so cheesy," Elizabeth became serious again, and Olivia again put on a straight face. "But, its true. I...I never really had an intimate connection with another human being. I had sex...but I never made love. When I saw you...and the beautiful person inside...I felt like I needed you." Elizabeth sighed. "And today...we...we had sex...and It felt honestly like making love. Even though it was rather...exposed, " Both chuckled a bit. "I still felt connected somehow, finally connected to another." Elizabeth paused. "But I also confirmed something I had been feeling for awhile. I had been less and less attracted to men, and felt myself looking more and more at women. And today...It was real...no masturbating to Playboy or FemJoy, no eating-out a Fleshlight..." Olivia had to surpress a queer look. "I showed myself that I was a lesbian, and I wasn't ready to admit it. Olivia shook her head.
"Uh-oh, looks like I'm in love with a sentimental sap here. What shall we do here?" she said sarcastically. Elizabeth looked at her slantingly.
"Please, if this is how you are all the time with people to whom you're close..."
"Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." she apologized. She brushed a lock of Elizabeth's bangs out of her eyes. She saw the warmth return to Elizabeth's beautiful, blue eyes.
"And I'm sorry for shutting you out." she returned, her cheeks reddening a little. Olivia shook her head.
"Promise not to again?" she asked.
"I promise." Elizabeth answered, feeling a bit of romantic tension now.
"Alright then." Olivia said, leaning in and bringing their mouths together. Elizabeth half-gasped in surprise, but quickly got over it and placed her arms around Olivia, hugging her tightly as she returned the kiss. she found Olivia's tongue pushing at the small space between her slightly apart lips and opened them to afford her new love's tongue access to her mouth. They rubbed their tongues together as the passionate embrace continued. They broke apart after what seemed like an eternity, both needing a real breath. They were both panting slightly, and visibly abashed.
"Oh dear, the big, strong senior is taking advantage of the little girl!" Olivia said both quickly and with with an exaggeratedly sarcastic tone of terror, breaking away from Elizabeth's grip and dashing to the car.
"I'm not big!" she called after Olivia, running after her. She caught-up to Olivia, mainly because she was limiting her speed intentionally and Elizabeth grabbed her around the waist and they hit the side of the Impreza with a mettalic thud. Elizabeth turned Olivia around and affixed her lips to hers, which she did not protest in the slightest. They broke apart a few seconds, both a bit giggly.
"How's that for taking advantage of?" Elizabeth asked sultrily.
"Very good, thank you." Olivia joked back, engaging Elizabeth in another deep kiss that lasted as long as the first. When the stopped the kiss, both were feeling a little giddy. "We should probably go now." she commented. Elizabeth nodded, stepping back and allowing Olivia yo walk around to the passenger door. When they were both in the car with belts on, they shot each other excited glances.
"I'm not going to be able to look at you without at least some thought about sex." Elizabeth warned. Olivia shrugged.
"I have to masturbate twice a day or I can't get to sleep at night." Olivia replied casually. Elizabeth let her head fall against the aftermarket steering wheel and sighed heavily.
"Thank you Olivia." she said sarcastically, reaching under the column and starting the engine, resuming normal posture. 'So, you like hand dipped ice cream?" she asked, slotting the shifter to reverse and spinning the Impreza around on the dirt and driving back down the path to the road.

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