(Writer's note: Ellie allowed me to use her own av's name in this story :)
ELLIE'S CHARITY KISSING BOOTH
The story of a kiss
Yoru rezzed into the commune and saw a virgin ribbon of beach stretching before her. The hot sand scorched her feet until she dug them through to the cool layer beneath the glowing surface. It was a trick she had learned on Hawaiian beaches, and as she walked, she played, plunging her toes in and out, flinging the sand in the air before her in low, vicious karate kicks. Ahead, a small crowd of avatars formed a semicircle around an oyster-shaped chair. In the half-shell sat an erotic angel named Ellie.
The living air trembled upwards from the sun-assaulted sand, breaking its own transparency, distorting even the surreality of the Second Life scene, turning it ethereal. And shining in the middle, dazzling, were the delicate, molton-white feathers of Ellie's wings, her pure platinum blond hair, and her see-through white gauze bra and panties. Against the background of lesser whites, greys, yellows and browns of the beach, Ellie's innocent, silvery brilliance thrust her center stage. What's more, she was sitting in someone's lap, and they were kissing.
As Yoru approached, she saw the whole group was watching the kiss and chattering about it. A man in a bathing suit perched Ellie on his athletic thighs, her arms leaning on his shoulders as she kissed him, his head arched upwards, hers above him, tongue in his mouth. Her left hand gripped his hair and she pushed down on him, penetrating his mouth deeper. He switched his hands from her waist to grip the chair, steadying himself, her kiss evidently surprising him with its passion. And then his head was level to hers, then lower as she turned him, repositioned him. His mouth stretched open in awe, allowing her unrestricted access to his tongue. He was speechless at her unexpected sensuality. And then his kiss was over.
"Yoru?" she asked.
"Hi Ellie :)" Yoru said, "oh, a party!"
Ellie's Charity Kissing Booth
Parties often spring up on the spur of the moment at Commune Utopia, and one never knows when the next call for dancing or sexy play will go out on group chat. Relaxing at the beach on a beautiful afternoon in Second Life, a group of avs will casually come up with ideas while they kiss and chat, ideas that, once imagined, drift with the onshore breeze, perchance landing on the twinkling sand, to grow. This sand is special, as fecund as the deepest forest, for we at the commune are not timid thinkers. It is also a tradition at such gatherings to brainstorm ways to contribute to charities being promoted in Second Life. Such campaigns for good causes fit in with the kindheartedness upon which the commune is founded.
That day, Ellie had plucked from the bright sky a plan to raise money for the commune's donation to charities. Someone had said, "To raise money, we will have to sell what everyone wants," to which Ellie mouthed the single word "kiss."
"That's what everyone wants," she said, "love of course! And to be kissed by an angel..." She flashed her eyes, flexed her white feathers, and offered her abundantly sweet lips to the cause. Voilà monsieur, supply and demand had devised a way to sell kisses, and Ellie's "Charity Kissing Booth" was born.
"Flowered rain"
Femme totale are the words Yoru uses to describe Ellie. She had only seen her at the commune a few times in the year she had known her, but she remembered vividly the first time they had talked. The subject had been herbal teas. Lounging at the water's edge, Ellie had explained to Yoru that she drinks fragrant teas to absorb the essence of roses, blueberries, and the like, as well as green, red, and black teas.
"I absorb them into my own body," she said, "and so doing become home to the essence of nature's most fragrant of creations, the sweet, heady, sexual engines of countless untold romantic encounters between flowers."
"I absorb them into my own body," she said, "and so doing become home to the essence of nature's most fragrant of creations, the sweet, heady, sexual engines of countless untold romantic encounters between flowers."
Yoru had never heard of this interpretation of what happens to tea after it entered her body.
"Tonight," Ellie continued, "I am drinking chamomile, a flower with mild hues of aromatic, penetrating yellows and greens." When combined and filtered through her, she explained further, the intoxicating scents engaged with her own musky female perfumes, combining, making love you might say, at the molecular level, coupling deep in her blood, to emerge filtered, transformed, descending in ecstasy from between her legs in an enticing female shower, a flowered rain of arousal.
Yoru completely agreed with this theory. It had set her imagination afire, throwing her into a fantasy about her own body's feminine dew settling gently on the petals of a crimson rose. She remembered the famous Middle Eastern love story, envisions she is the same rose, hidden in the great forest's dark, undiscovered bossem, yearning for the intoxicating song of her nightingale lover. Somewhere in a secret meadow, she watches with eyes turned up as Ellie's liquid love falls, perfumed raindrops, landing on a fertile spot in her budding desire, the drop lost forever after a moment's glistening in the night, dried to air and scented dust in the heat of the surrounding passion. As though struck by a ray of blanching sun streaming through an opening in the leafy canopy, the rose, of course, had faded, leaving the nightingale her lover to sing his melancholy song, alone.
Since that conversation, Yoru had secretly admired Ellie. They had expressed together the act of joining aromas and essences with their own love secretions, producing powerful female pheromones. Yoru desired to become more acquainted with Ellie's alluring scents, but the latter seemed inaccessible, too beautiful, too intelligent, too highly desired by the men of the commune.Yoru had never seen her with girls, either, and so she settled for dreaming of Ellie as she drank her own mixture of herbal teas, alone.
Yoru's turn
Is being sleeplessly in love so different from dreaming? Second Life is a theater of dreams where you may seek whatever you desire, and if you happen to meet someone like Ellie or Yoru, it will happen. It is a directable dream, as wet as you wish.
Yoru decided to drop a donation in the charity kissing box.
"Yoru!" Ellie squealed. "Come."
But of course Yoru did not move. "There are many people waiting in line before me, sweetie, it wouldn't be fair. I just got here."
"It's your turn, Yoru."
This was very unexpected. Was Yoru going to be close to this intoxicating woman at last? She clicked the pink pose-ball opposite Ellie and found herself zipped to a tender position beside her, leaning her head on Ellie's upper breasts. Her heart flew from zero to one hundred instantly as she breathed in the oceanic scents of a woman from islands far from her own, flowered scents of the woman she had craved so long.
The group of people became still, intent on watching and listening to the emotes flowing desperately, longingly. The scene was racing into something none of them had expected on the beach that day. Ellie entwined Yoru with a tight embrace, moving swiftly and gently to stroke her forehead and cheeks, touching her red lips with her fingertips, slowly lowering her hand to her neck, delicately tracing her breasts, licking her nipples through the blouse. The people around them stopped breathing to hear. Yoru had also skipped a breath, two breaths, and was gulping in air just before Ellie put her other palm over her mouth, gagging her.
Yoru let out a muffled, half-hearted protest, something like "unff... mmm... mmMMMmmMMmm!" She shook her head as much as she was able, struggled just a little, then capitulated, licking the inside of Ellie's palm with the point of her tongue. Ellie saw in her eyes that she was entering the realm of sensual delight, and removed her hand from her mouth, thinking as she did how similar painted facial lips were to swollen pussy lips, and slid her body back up Yoru's body and covered her puckering mouth with an unashamed, hungry, lapping kiss. Yoru lost all her inhibitions. She thrilled in flashes of pleasure up and down her body, caused by such kisses and embraces of erotic adoration. Ellie wanted to possess her, hurt her a little, make her beg, and it was in public, very much in public.
But both were still clothed, if only in skimpy beach wear. It was simply the right place, good friends, and erotic words. Besides, there was little she could do to resist, or would even want to do. What would you have done, darling? Yoru came.
Ellie held her tightly and whispered sweet things privately in IMs. They were in the middle of a group of ten or twelve avs and although they weren't nude, Yoru had been so overwhelmed by Ellie's unexpected sensual ferocity she had not thought of holding back. She had squirted furiously, moaning and cooing, and everyone knew it. Now dazed, Yoru twisted around and licked Ellie's neck, so salty from the ocean, so clean and smelling of sun-tan lotion, sex, and flowers.
Ellie led Yoru to the shallows at the water's edge and pulled her down on top of her. The spent waves gently washed over them, rocking them with the same ocean rhythms that have fostered love dynamics since the beginning of life. It was as delicious as it was unexpected. Her lips had the softness and knowledge of a woman but were thrusting and advancing like a man's.
Ellie's hand covered her mound, secretly, and she told her in IM to be quiet in open chat. She rounded her outside vaginal lips with tender fingertips until Yoru swelled and flowed even more. She darted in to flit over her clit with a free finger, then another, pushing finally two fingers deep inside and hooking them upwards in her, producing fearsome pleasure. She tugged at the panties, got them down, and made Yoru kneel over her face, and she fed from her, as did Yoru, and they drank and drank and drank.
It was all a dreamy fantasy, but what an erotic dream it was. They squirted again, climaxing, then again, together, and then again, shrieking. Afterwards, Yoru whispered to Ellie that the lips of her face felt like the lips of her pussy.
"I have had so much pussy with you licking me," Yoru said, "and I licking you, and touching, seeing, tasting, that my whole body feels like a pussy." She shuddered and breathed deeply, thinking the word "pussy" as she inhaled, and not only thinking pussy, whispering it while breathing in, under her breath. She whispered the word back out and it sounded the same as when she sucked it in, so she tried it again, charmed, all the while sipping her, drinking her, swallowing the emerging flowery ecstasy from between Ellie's legs. Yoru glanced truth in the swirling aftermath of love:
"I am pussy," she moaned in epiphany.
