"Why had I agreed to this?, I whispered to myself as I ascended up the stairs with the lioness. "What did you say?" Alisha quickly replied. Oh shit, I said that out loud. "Nothing", I stammered and reached the top of the stairs that lead to the bridgeway between my sister and my rooms. My sister couldn't drive yet, she was older but couldn't be bothered by such things as "learning how to drive", so she just let my mom chaufer her around. That's how she got stuck at lunch and I ended up here, alone, with HER. "Which one is your room, Tawny?", she said. My name sounded weird coming out of her mouth, I didn't like it. "Um the round one just up there" I pointed down the bridgeway. Her eyes glimmered with exitement, like most girls did when they saw my Barbie dreamhouse of a room. My mother had done a great job on building this house and planning it out with my step dad. I definately got the best room, there was only one flaw, I never knew what was going on outside my room because I had no window to outside. All the windows I had, I insisted that they be covered by my massive wardrobe and shoe collection, a teenage girl needs her privacy you know. As a child, I didn't have much privacy but I enjoyed the view...looking down at my mother working or my step dad watching TV. Knowing the instant that my sister opened her door, so I could pile drive into her and start asking her to play. Ah, good times.
But now I was an adult...adultish...and now I had bigger fish to fry. Alisha time warped me back into reality by touching the small of my back with her hand to push me along. Dang, we'll get there I thought, give me a minute. "I can't wait to see what the inside looks like," she said, "let's go." I stopped and turned around, this was it...she was coming into my home, my sanctuary, my room...I had to set some ground rules. "Ok, first thing you need to know..." interrupted again. "Is you have to get ready for the AP church group tonight and I am going to give you a total makeover." she proudly exclaimed. I was shocked, did she do this for all new recruits. "You're gonna love it!" she leaned in a pecked me on the cheek and then enthusiastically started to skip to my room. A kiss, from a girl, that was weird. Why did she kiss me, what warranted that, were we THAT good of friends now? I had mixed emotions as I stood frozen and watched her enter my room. MY ROOM!...SHIT....I better get moving. All my clothes were still scattered on the floor from my excitement of getting ready to, well, get ready. I made it to the doorway of my room as she was starting the circle tour of my wardrobe, carefully eyeing each piece. I was feeling vulnerable again, so I bunched up my robe and covered myself a bit more. Her demeanor had changed, she was sultry and secretive it seemed. She wasn't saying anything and that was saying a lot for her. I came in and sat on the edge of my round bed that sat in the exact middle of my room. It was plush and soft, I loved my bed...but this was my first mistake. She looked at me and started to walk over. I had laid the white hanger bag on the bed next to me. She was probably going to reveal what was in it finally. "What in the bag?" I said, trying to stay calm and sound cool. "What's under that robe?" she quickly replied. OH SHIT, this was not good. "Excuse me?" I said. She said common, let's see what I have to work with. She seamlessly uttered those words and had untied my robe and I was left gripping it above my chest. "Come on girl, we are both girls, I am just trying to see what you have to work with". "Oh, I stammered in relief". Maybe this wasn't what I thought it was going to be. I slowly loosened my grip and we started the awkward journey of her removing my robe from my arms. Now this was vulnerable. I covered my stomach, I didn't want her to see my little pooch of a stomach. She grabbed my hand. "What's wrong, I want to see your body." "My my body..." I stuttered. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me in. Before I knew what she was doing she had her tounge in my mouth and we were kissing. I was not the slightest into girls, my whole body tensed up. I didn't have a boyfriend but I knew that I liked boys. She caressed my neck and slowly, I mellowed out and succombed to the kiss. It was awkward and wet, yet it felt good and I liked it. My eyes were closed and I was totally in the moment, that I didn't realized she had stopped. I stood there, duck faced, eyes closed and knees buckled. What the HELL was that! "Sorry!" she said wiping her mouth, "I just couldn't resist your lips and you have a great set of tits." TITS, is that what she said. Before I knew it I looked down to her massaging my breasts. I gained my composure and moved back on the bed. "Is that why you came here?" I said, slightly offended and slightly complimented. She refocused her attention on the white bag, "No, I came here to give you your uniform". Oh that's right, the AP church group. I had totally distracted by the kiss. She unzipped the bag to reveal a quite revealing little catholic church girl outfit. My eyebrow lifted. "This is what I wear to church tonight?" I said. "Yep, our group is known for their matching outfits and making the AP church group LOOK good." she revealed as she held up the short skirt and tight v neck polo. "What does it say?" I said as I tried to make out the red cursive on the breast of the shirt. "TAWNY, DUH!" I still didn't like the sound of my name coming out of her mouth.
Just then I heard a clank in the sink downstairs, oh shit, my parents must be home. I quickly grabbed my robe from the floor and wrapped it around me. "Oh my parents are home, I should introduce you!" "They already know who I am silly," she said. But I had to get her out of my room, I had to get her out of this house.
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Sunday, August 20, 2017
The AP Church Group
(Background, much of my life was spent at church...making fond memories with my counterparts in my age group. I will admit it was not always church going and God worshipping. A lot of it was teenage relationships and teenage angst. This is a comes from a mixture of what I experienced and what I have made up in my head. So don't think this is real life, this is fantasy mixed with what I know. So although some might be familiar, remember...much is made up.)
So let's begin...
We brought Grandma to church today. She was old and fragile but she loved church. She loved the stained glass windows, the music and the message. I don't know if she could see it still but those hearing aids buzzing away next to me, told me she could hear it. She smiled along as she listened to the preacher and the church choir buzz along, every once in a while bringing her soft arthritis ridden hands together to clap for the crowd.
Church ended, finally, I could move about freely. I knew I had so much to do before the afternoon session that was geared only towards teenagers. I went to Sunday School, but they had done a horrid job of matching the people up. Our class was filled with a mixture of too young and way to old, it made for a boring lecture and something that I struggled to get through. But tonight, it was going to be different...tonight I had made it into the AP Church group. It was like Advanced Placement for church teens. It was an elite club. I had never been to one of their sessions, seen one of their sessions or even talked to the group. They were snooty and elitist. I struggled with what my new identity would be with them.
Regardless, now I had something to look forward to, for today. But first, we had the task of getting Grandma home. Mom always liked to socialize when church was done, so I went behind the pulpit, to the secret room that the kept back there....only for those getting baptized and married...and hid till my mother was done. What I did in there was always just for me to know, it was my secret place, my secret place to explore my thoughts and sometimes myself. Either way, no one knew about it and it was mine.
I finally came out after my session of premium alone time and realized that we were going to be taking my Grandma out to eat. This meant a team of soliders would be needed to move her, feed her and cut her food. I loved my Grandma but I had so much to get ready for, so much for today had to happen to get ready. I was angry and annoyed but I played my role. I went and found Grandma, she was still in the pew...my mother must still be socializing and my sister was certainly no help. She was probably already in the car, waiting for my mother to finish. Home that was her haven, that was where she closed the door to her room and that was her special place. I always wanted to go in and explore, to look around, to ask questions, but that was strictly...not...allowed. So I proceeded to get Grandma in her wheelchair and we went on search for her highness of socialites, my mother. The background was filled with the contemporary group, that seemed to be just like Grandma's session just louder and with drums. I rolled my eyes at the churches attempt to be hip. I knew what hip was, I knew what cool was, and I had only mere hours till I was inducted into it.
I rustled through the crowd, church was especially busy today as they were having a children's production/play after the church sessions and the had all the props and cute little kids dressed up and ready for the experience. I navigated Grandma's wheelchair like a race car through the crowd until I spotted her. Mom, target acquired, I thought to myself. Now to get her to go to the car, Grandma would help with that. She didn't know what was going on most of the time but she knew when it was time to eat and what to say to get her way. We made it to my mother, exchanged our hello's with the newly acquainted church goers and I attempted to start my mind meld on my mother to get her to do what I wanted. In this circumstance it worked, she said her goodbyes and we headed out to the cars. I did a little manipulating on my part and managed to pass off the responsibility of my Grandma to my step dad. He was strong and able to move her whereever she needed to go. I trusted her with him. What did this mean for me? Freedom, I was able to go home to my personal space and ready myself for my induction tonight.
I hopped into my car and drove home, ran into the house, up the spiral stairs and into my room. My room was like a Barbie playhouse. It was a round room it the top of the house, the round room looked down into the rest of the house and the spiraling bridge that led to my safe haven. My privacy was only acquired through the closet of clothes that surrounded the window like walls of my room. This was what I was hear for, this was the time I was waiting for, this was time for me to figure out what identity I was going to acquire to meet the AP church group. Would I be a sexy girl, would I be conservative, what was cool, what did they want me to be? That was the trouble with me, I was flawed, I did not know who I was, just how to mold and shape myself into what I thought I should be for that period in time. I took off my mary janes, panty hose, and chiffon laced dress to be stripped down to by bra and panties. This was going to be a new look needed from the ground up. So the process began...until...the doorbell rang. It was just me that was home. I had to get it, my car was out front, they knew someone was home. I slipped on a robe and ran for he stairs for the eternal descent to the door. I got there, they were on their 5th time ringing the bell, this one was persistent. Probably an evangelical...well I'll tell them.. I had already had my church for the day. I opened the door and was shocked. It was Alisha, the overwhelming spokesperson for the AP church group. She was like a welcome committee, a cocaine addict on a bad trip and a church going crazed person all in one. I straightened by robe, embarrassed for her to see me in such a vulnerable position and welcomed her into the house. She was holding something in a white bag with a hanger. I had no clue of her intentions but I had heard stories about her.
My only interactions with Alisha had been a welcome greeting and then a snooty exit as she walked off with my coveted crowd. But I had heard, get her alone and she was like a sensual predator, it did not matter your gender...she had a case of teenage sexual angst. And she had it bad. I tightened the grip on the top of my robe, trying no to show my well endowed breasts through my satin robe. She looked me up and down, I knew she was sizing me up and we were alone. This was going to get awkward. "For what can I ...." that's all I could get out before she started wandering around the house. "Wow, this house is amazing. I wouldn't have expected your family to have such cool digs..." she rambled on. That was Alisha, give a compliment and follow it wish a swift back hand. She thrusted the white bag into my hands, I brought your your uniform, you have been assigned to my group. "Your group..." I inquired. "Yes, my group in the AP church group...you must know we have groups...right?" she snarked at me. "Oh, yeah, of course...your group....and they are?" I captured myself sometime...I had no idea. I thought the AP church group was the group...now I had some sort of "tribe" I had to be accepted into. This upped the game, I thought to myself. I needed to impress her, I needed her on my side, I needed...her help. I scanned my brain for what to say and do next, and ashamedly I loosened my grip upon my robe and let my cleavage show. It got an eyebrow raise and a smile out of her. A smile, this was the right direction....right? She approached me, running her finger around all the furniture. I couldn't tell what she was saying because the warning bells in my head were on high alert. This girl had the look of a lion awaiting its hunt, she had spotted her prey and I was it. I zoned back in, focusing on what she was saying just as she uttered the words "your room". Shit, she wanted to see my room. My safe haven, my sanctuary, I was about to let the lion into MY den. "Sure, come on, I'll show you my room". What...what did I just say...did I really just agree to this. I was doing it my feet were moving but my mind was screaming. We were heading up to my room. We made our way to the stairs and started the treck upto my "tree house" like bunker. My beautiful, round, safe, room...what would happen there? What was I doing.
*** Ok, this is all I have time to write for now. I will continue this story in a later post. Sorry for the mix of church and sensuality, but writing is entertainement and sex and religion sell. lol. So enjoy and don't judge. Leave me a comment with what you think, what should happen, anything. See you next time***
- Megan
So let's begin...
We brought Grandma to church today. She was old and fragile but she loved church. She loved the stained glass windows, the music and the message. I don't know if she could see it still but those hearing aids buzzing away next to me, told me she could hear it. She smiled along as she listened to the preacher and the church choir buzz along, every once in a while bringing her soft arthritis ridden hands together to clap for the crowd.
Church ended, finally, I could move about freely. I knew I had so much to do before the afternoon session that was geared only towards teenagers. I went to Sunday School, but they had done a horrid job of matching the people up. Our class was filled with a mixture of too young and way to old, it made for a boring lecture and something that I struggled to get through. But tonight, it was going to be different...tonight I had made it into the AP Church group. It was like Advanced Placement for church teens. It was an elite club. I had never been to one of their sessions, seen one of their sessions or even talked to the group. They were snooty and elitist. I struggled with what my new identity would be with them.
Regardless, now I had something to look forward to, for today. But first, we had the task of getting Grandma home. Mom always liked to socialize when church was done, so I went behind the pulpit, to the secret room that the kept back there....only for those getting baptized and married...and hid till my mother was done. What I did in there was always just for me to know, it was my secret place, my secret place to explore my thoughts and sometimes myself. Either way, no one knew about it and it was mine.
I finally came out after my session of premium alone time and realized that we were going to be taking my Grandma out to eat. This meant a team of soliders would be needed to move her, feed her and cut her food. I loved my Grandma but I had so much to get ready for, so much for today had to happen to get ready. I was angry and annoyed but I played my role. I went and found Grandma, she was still in the pew...my mother must still be socializing and my sister was certainly no help. She was probably already in the car, waiting for my mother to finish. Home that was her haven, that was where she closed the door to her room and that was her special place. I always wanted to go in and explore, to look around, to ask questions, but that was strictly...not...allowed. So I proceeded to get Grandma in her wheelchair and we went on search for her highness of socialites, my mother. The background was filled with the contemporary group, that seemed to be just like Grandma's session just louder and with drums. I rolled my eyes at the churches attempt to be hip. I knew what hip was, I knew what cool was, and I had only mere hours till I was inducted into it.
I rustled through the crowd, church was especially busy today as they were having a children's production/play after the church sessions and the had all the props and cute little kids dressed up and ready for the experience. I navigated Grandma's wheelchair like a race car through the crowd until I spotted her. Mom, target acquired, I thought to myself. Now to get her to go to the car, Grandma would help with that. She didn't know what was going on most of the time but she knew when it was time to eat and what to say to get her way. We made it to my mother, exchanged our hello's with the newly acquainted church goers and I attempted to start my mind meld on my mother to get her to do what I wanted. In this circumstance it worked, she said her goodbyes and we headed out to the cars. I did a little manipulating on my part and managed to pass off the responsibility of my Grandma to my step dad. He was strong and able to move her whereever she needed to go. I trusted her with him. What did this mean for me? Freedom, I was able to go home to my personal space and ready myself for my induction tonight.
I hopped into my car and drove home, ran into the house, up the spiral stairs and into my room. My room was like a Barbie playhouse. It was a round room it the top of the house, the round room looked down into the rest of the house and the spiraling bridge that led to my safe haven. My privacy was only acquired through the closet of clothes that surrounded the window like walls of my room. This was what I was hear for, this was the time I was waiting for, this was time for me to figure out what identity I was going to acquire to meet the AP church group. Would I be a sexy girl, would I be conservative, what was cool, what did they want me to be? That was the trouble with me, I was flawed, I did not know who I was, just how to mold and shape myself into what I thought I should be for that period in time. I took off my mary janes, panty hose, and chiffon laced dress to be stripped down to by bra and panties. This was going to be a new look needed from the ground up. So the process began...until...the doorbell rang. It was just me that was home. I had to get it, my car was out front, they knew someone was home. I slipped on a robe and ran for he stairs for the eternal descent to the door. I got there, they were on their 5th time ringing the bell, this one was persistent. Probably an evangelical...well I'll tell them.. I had already had my church for the day. I opened the door and was shocked. It was Alisha, the overwhelming spokesperson for the AP church group. She was like a welcome committee, a cocaine addict on a bad trip and a church going crazed person all in one. I straightened by robe, embarrassed for her to see me in such a vulnerable position and welcomed her into the house. She was holding something in a white bag with a hanger. I had no clue of her intentions but I had heard stories about her.
My only interactions with Alisha had been a welcome greeting and then a snooty exit as she walked off with my coveted crowd. But I had heard, get her alone and she was like a sensual predator, it did not matter your gender...she had a case of teenage sexual angst. And she had it bad. I tightened the grip on the top of my robe, trying no to show my well endowed breasts through my satin robe. She looked me up and down, I knew she was sizing me up and we were alone. This was going to get awkward. "For what can I ...." that's all I could get out before she started wandering around the house. "Wow, this house is amazing. I wouldn't have expected your family to have such cool digs..." she rambled on. That was Alisha, give a compliment and follow it wish a swift back hand. She thrusted the white bag into my hands, I brought your your uniform, you have been assigned to my group. "Your group..." I inquired. "Yes, my group in the AP church group...you must know we have groups...right?" she snarked at me. "Oh, yeah, of course...your group....and they are?" I captured myself sometime...I had no idea. I thought the AP church group was the group...now I had some sort of "tribe" I had to be accepted into. This upped the game, I thought to myself. I needed to impress her, I needed her on my side, I needed...her help. I scanned my brain for what to say and do next, and ashamedly I loosened my grip upon my robe and let my cleavage show. It got an eyebrow raise and a smile out of her. A smile, this was the right direction....right? She approached me, running her finger around all the furniture. I couldn't tell what she was saying because the warning bells in my head were on high alert. This girl had the look of a lion awaiting its hunt, she had spotted her prey and I was it. I zoned back in, focusing on what she was saying just as she uttered the words "your room". Shit, she wanted to see my room. My safe haven, my sanctuary, I was about to let the lion into MY den. "Sure, come on, I'll show you my room". What...what did I just say...did I really just agree to this. I was doing it my feet were moving but my mind was screaming. We were heading up to my room. We made our way to the stairs and started the treck upto my "tree house" like bunker. My beautiful, round, safe, room...what would happen there? What was I doing.
*** Ok, this is all I have time to write for now. I will continue this story in a later post. Sorry for the mix of church and sensuality, but writing is entertainement and sex and religion sell. lol. So enjoy and don't judge. Leave me a comment with what you think, what should happen, anything. See you next time***
- Megan
Starting My Journey
I had a dream last night, I have dreams every night. Some are scary, some vivid, some sensual, some are like predictions of whats to happen in my future (call it deja vu). My dream last night inspired me to write. I think I have something worth sharing. A series of short stories is what I would like to share. When I was a teenager, I vented all my angst through poetry. From what others read, I was told it was quite good. I enjoy writing. I enjoy telling stories. Why not put these things together and put them out there for others to read. I would enjoy peoples comments on my stories. How to better them, if I should further them, what should happen next. What I ask from you, is non judgement. I don't need negativity in my life. Some stories might have sensual tones to them, they might have unreasonable plots, they might just downright stink. Either way, I ask that you stay judgement free and stay constructive and positive with your criticism.
That being said, this is something new I am trying. I have figured out in my adulthood that I have struggled to find hobbies. Stuff to do when your alone and just with your thoughts. I suffer from clinical depression. Much of my time is spend in self hatred or negatively critiquing myself. If I can spend that time channeling the creative side of me, wouldn't that be so much better.
I'm not going to lie, I have tried many things. Crochet, needlepoint, smoking hookah, coloring, wood burning, painting, crafting...they all gave me temporary fulfillment. So shall this last, I don't know. We will see. But come on my journey with me, read a long and enjoy what I have to say. I promise to make it diverse and interesting. I promise to make it an effort everytime that I write. I promise to be unique in what I do. Come with me, let's go on this journey together.
And now...I publish my first blog and start on my second. The first short story. Let's see how the story goes....
That being said, this is something new I am trying. I have figured out in my adulthood that I have struggled to find hobbies. Stuff to do when your alone and just with your thoughts. I suffer from clinical depression. Much of my time is spend in self hatred or negatively critiquing myself. If I can spend that time channeling the creative side of me, wouldn't that be so much better.
I'm not going to lie, I have tried many things. Crochet, needlepoint, smoking hookah, coloring, wood burning, painting, crafting...they all gave me temporary fulfillment. So shall this last, I don't know. We will see. But come on my journey with me, read a long and enjoy what I have to say. I promise to make it diverse and interesting. I promise to make it an effort everytime that I write. I promise to be unique in what I do. Come with me, let's go on this journey together.
And now...I publish my first blog and start on my second. The first short story. Let's see how the story goes....
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