[Fiction] ✖✖ The Tomboy ✖

[Leopard]

This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to people real or imaginary is entirely coincidental ^^ Some of it might be completely unbelievable to you. Some of it might be plausible.

Will contain: scenes without sex, lesbians, more lesbians, some boy/girl stuff, some truth or dare, some domination/submission, and probably some more extreme stuff later.

All comments are welcome, but if you don't like it, don't read.

If for some reason you do like the story and would like a PM when a new section is updated, feel free to let me know.

[Leopard]

1. KATE

My name is Kate. I’m a bit of a tomboy. A bit. Actually “tomboy” is probably completely incorrect; I’m actually in that lost little place between boy and girl that people think is weird and is just really awkward.

I don’t like the differences between boys and girls.

You know how when you’re littler, it’s expected that the boys all run around kicking the ball, while the girls are expected to sit on the side watching? Well, what if I don’t want to sit on the side? What if I want to kick the ball? But then to do that, you have to compete, you have to be the best kicker of the ball. What if I don’t want to do that either? What if I just want to wear my skirts and boot a ball about? What if I want to chase rainbows in pants?

You see? I don’t fit in at all.

I like my dresses sometimes, but I also love my heavy jeans over my pink lace panties. I love leopard spots and camouflage and reading books in the nude. I love lying back and grabbing my boob, moaning softly as my hips thrust up against my fingers. But I also love being bent over, my face pushed into the sheets, my hair pulled as I’m rammed hard up the ass. I also love being smothered; having my face pushed so deep into a girl’s cunt that I can’t even breathe, just have to lick and lick and drink down whole mouthfuls of her juices, pleasing her before she’ll let me go. But then I like teasing her back, making her moan and plead, making her beg me for those last little inches of pleasure that’ll drive her over into the realm of bliss. I love making her do embarrassing, degrading, humiliating things, so desperate in desire that she’ll follow my every word.

So yeah, I really dig girls. I guess that makes me a lesbian. What I want to really say here is that I’m pansexual; that I’m open and loving and I’m into people, not boys or girls or both. That the gender really doesn’t mean a thing. But there’s a problem with that: boys.

Boys. I think I’m better at being one than doing one. Boys confuse me. There just isn’t really any feeling there, any great desire. Nothing like there is with other girls. No sexual attraction. With one exception.

Cocks. I love cocks. I’ll take the cock and get on my knees and worship it like the filthiest whore around, but the whole time I’ll be doing it, I’ll just be thinking about the cock; I’ll forget all about the boy attached. I’m not interested in him. I just want to please the cock itself, keep it so hard the veins bulge, use any hole necessary to make it finally erupt in orgasm, to feed me all that sweet cum.

But I still wouldn’t date a cock.

And so, at sixteen, that leaves me in a rather awkward position. You date boys; you don’t randomly blow them and let them fuck you. That would make you a slut. Word gets around school fast when you do things like that. But then so too does word that you love licking vag. So yeah. Awkward position. But then isn’t “awkward” meant to be pretty much the definition of being a teen growing up?

I’ve lived in Hunter’s Bay for two months now; every since mum decided that Melbourne was becoming too much “the big city” and losing its quaint feel, and that we needed to get away from it all and settle down making ends meet in some quiet beach town. I still don’t know how I feel about the whole thing; I wasn’t asked about moving here, and I miss the city, my few friends that I suck at keeping in touch with, but then it’s not like the suburbs were amazing either.

Mum and I don’t communicate very well, so don’t be too surprised when she isn’t mentioned much. We kind of smile and avoid each other. I don’t bitch about the men she brings home, and she doesn’t ask about the vagina I’m lusting after. We don’t talk about the girl-girl thing at all. Well, I guess it’s better than being thrown out of the house.

The particular vagina that I’m lusting after right now belongs to Katie Jones. She’s a blonde, about my height, and she has the most amazing way of doing everything. She doesn’t even do blonde the normal way; her hair is actually platinum blonde, basically almost white. We’re both in Year Ten, same core classes, and I have not learned a thing in any subject for the past two months that I’ve been sneaking glances at her.

You all know what life at school is like. I don’t need to go into details. Everyone wants to belong, everyone wants attention of some sort, but secretly everyone is awkward and confused and getting along the best they can. My awkwardness isn’t much of a secret. But then, awkward isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Beginnings with others are often awkward. First kisses are really awkward. So is getting caught staring longingly at the cutest girl in the class, when you are a girl yourself. Really damn awkward. But then she made it all better. Sarah did, I mean. The girl who caught me staring at Katie. I’m not explaining this well at all. See? I am really good at awkward. Let me tell it as a straight story.

[Leopard]

2. Year Ten

It was in Math that my awkwardness really made a name for itself. The teacher was drawing various diagrams and writing equations on the board, while everyone else was writing down notes with bored expressions on their faces. Or so I assumed, anyway. To be honest I really hadn’t spared any of them any glances - my eyes were fixated on Katie, as per usual.

She was leaning back in her chair, her pretty, almost childlike face screwed up in concentration as she struggled to keep the chair balanced on only its back legs. She was wearing a cute little summer top and short shorts, tanned and tiny, every bit the perfect summer beauty. Every little detail about her excited me. Her blonde hair fell pale and perfect, rare and astonishing, shimmering almost silver in the sunlight that shone in the classroom. And of course I loved the gentle curves of her skinny legs, my eyes wandering up them, watching the way they swung in the air as she sought the perfect balance.

I didn’t love her. I’d told myself this many times in the weeks that I’ve been staring longingly after her. I didn’t love her. Girls didn’t love girls, and even if they did, I didn’t. I didn’t want to keep her for myself, the way the boys always seemed to when they went after a girl. I didn’t get jealous of her when she hugged her friends - envious, sure; but I had no desire to pull her away from them. I just wanted to experience her warmth myself, along with them. I didn’t love her. But God, she was gorgeous.

‘You love her, don’t you?’ a voice asked quietly from beside me.

I started, dropping the pen that I’d been twiddling between my fingers. It fell to the floor as I turned and stared at the girl that had just spoken.

Her name was Sarah. I’d pretty much kept to myself since I’d moved here, never being good at making friends, but I had at least made the effort to learn everyone’s names. Like Katie and myself, Sarah was blonde, though where Katie was the cute little nymph that looked to have snuck up from a lower grade’s classes, Sarah was every bit the sexy sixteen year old fresh out of puberty that everyone wanted to be, or be with. I knew that she was good friends with Katie, had been since childhood. But I knew precious little else about her. And now she’d caught me red faced, wide eyed, practically drooling over her friend, and I had no idea what to say to get myself out of it.

‘It’s okay, you know,’ Sarah said in a quiet, conspiratorial tone, a wicked grin flashing across her lips. ‘You’re not the only one that sneaks glances at that sexy little minx.’

‘Wh-- Why aren’t you across the room sitting with her?’ The words came out of my mouth before I even realised what I was saying.

‘Because the best view is on this side, of course,’ Sarah whispered back, winking. ‘Best place to perv from.’

I blinked. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; the hottest girl in the class - one of Katie’s closest friends - was admitting to me that she sat away from her friend to ogle her, just as I’d been doing. I blinked again, wondering if it was some sort of trap, to trick me into admitting that I liked girls, so that they could all make fun of me later.

‘You dropped your pen,’ Sarah was murmuring. ‘Be a good girl and pick it up.’

I automatically bent to do so, not even questioning why I was following Sarah’s instructions, knowing only that my cheeks were a flaming red and that I felt so terribly drab and out of place sitting next to her, her in her classy black tank and fashionably figure hugging jeans, a sharp contrast to me in my usual hoodie and baggy jeans, a shy and silly tomboy sat next to a diva.

Picking the pen up from the floor, I straightened and held up the pen, showing it to Sarah. I tried to think of some way to explain my staring at her friend, but my mind was flooded with embarrassment, leaving no room for thought.

Thankfully, Sarah rescued me from the predicament she’d put me in - well, sort of.

‘That’s a good girl,’ Sarah said softly, as if trying to calm a startled animal. I suppose I must have seemed like one to her right then. ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of; she’s very pretty, isn’t she?’

Mutely, I nodded.

‘Look at her soft neck,’ Sarah continued. ‘Imagine kissing down it, licking along her collar bone, having her naked in front of you and offering up her cute little boobs, her quietly pleading you to suck on them.’

I stared across the room at Katie, my pen falling to the desk, forgotten. It was as if Sarah’s voice had hypnotised me; her vocalising my fantasies sucked me in in a way that forgot all restraint. I’d long ago forgotten about the class we were in; by this point I’d forgotten about breathing.

‘You’ve heard her talking.’ Sarah’s voice was a sultry whisper in my hear, each word making my body tingle and tense up in desire. ‘Imagine how she sounds when she moans, just picture her hot little body flushed and shuddering beneath your touch.’

I moaned. I couldn’t help myself; the sound was out long before inhibition or common sense could stop it. Thankfully it was a soft, quiet moan; more of a whispered breath. But I’m sure that Sarah heard, since she moved even closer. Her hot breath tickled against my ear as she whispered her next words:

‘Close your eyes, imagine her fingers slipping down between your legs, imagine how it’d feel as she touched you…’

My hand slipped down below the desk and between my legs. Then I realised what I was doing and jerked my hand back up on top of my thigh.

Sarah wasn’t deterred in the slightest. ‘…Your toes curling, your body arching back, every sense tingling, building up and released by you moaning out her name…’

‘Katie.’ Her name passed through my lips, no more than a whisper. I wanted her so badly.

‘…The feelings building again, more urgently…’ Sarah’s voice was soft, too quiet to be heard by anyone else, but fire against my eardrums, her words insistent instructions in my mind.

‘…Her fingers pressing up hard at the crotch of your jeans, seeking out your tight little pussy, so hot and wet and ready for her … mmm, so delicious…’

Cheeks flaming, trying to appear normal, I began to move my hand. My fingers slipped back down between my thighs. I slid them up and pressed them against my crotch. I could feel how damp my panties were against my lips. I thought about my juices soaking through my jeans. Didn’t care.

‘…The two of you staring into each other’s eyes as she makes you feel all these amazing feelings, her desire for you all over her face…’

I bit my lip hard, stifling another moan. Slowly raising my eyes, looking up through my lashes, I sought out the girl Sarah had me masturbating over in class.

Katie was staring right back at me, her innocent eyes wide and shocked.

We both went bright red and looked away quickly. I jerked my hand back up onto the desk where it belonged.

There was a loud crash.

I looked across the room - along with the rest of the class - and saw that Katie had lost her balance on her chair, tumbling back and hitting her head on the classroom floor.

‘Stupid girl,’ the teacher muttered. ‘Katie, what have you been told about sitting properly on your chair?’

‘Sorry, Miss,’ Katie mumbled, slowly righting herself and rubbing the back of her head ruefully. Her eyes were wide and looked like they were filling with tears.

‘You’d better get your head checked out by the nurse,’ the teacher told her. She looked up at the class. ‘Will someone go with her to the sick bay?’

‘Kate will take her,’ Sarah said, grabbing my wrist and raising my hand.

‘Are you mad?’ I hissed at her through the side of my mouth.

‘Just giving you a chance,’ Sarah whispered back serenely.

‘Okay, fine,’ the teacher was saying. She had to pause and look up my name from the class roll before continuing. ‘Kate, you can take her to the sick bay and check she’s okay.’

‘Yes, Miss,’ I said to the teacher, then glanced back at Sarah. ‘What am I meant to say to her?’ I whispered.

‘Just talk to her like a normal person,’ Sarah whispered back. ‘You’ll be fine.’

Flustered and blushing, I shoveled my books into my bag, then crossed the classroom. I looked about, sure I was being stared at by everyone, but the rest of the class had already gone back to their work, losing interest, with no idea of the naughty interplay that had caused the incident.

Katie, however, was well aware of what had happened, and was standing waiting for me, her eyes downcast, her cheeks as red as my own.

‘So, uh, we should probably get going,’ I mumbled.

‘Yes’m,’ Katie mumbled back, and together we walked, blushing, from the classroom.

[Star Shadows]

This is super awesome Leo!
Im so glad youre writing again!!!

[Aivey]

Yays, another Leo story :3
Really prettifully written, I'm looking forward to more :3
I shall bump it inconspiciously so that everyone else has the delight of reading this :3
so:
BUMP!

[Krystal]

<3 Leo always writes the best stories.

Love it kitty ^.^

[pymani96]

I'm lovin' it lovin' it lovin' it, i'm lovin' it like this! Please continue
Pymani

[Rachie]

Excellent part, nice to see so much attention to detail including setting the date as 2005

Can't wait for more (thanks Leo's mistress for instructing to write)

Love RACHIE
x x x x

[zac]

WOW. AMAAAAAZZIINNGGGGG. WOW. xx

[May]

Incredible!! I love your style, very well written

Please PM me when the next chapter comes out?

Thanks!

[Hunterman36]

Keep going I love it

[honeyness]

It's great to see you writing again Leo, and wow what a writer you are! I find myself hanging onto every word, you have a true talent, but we already knew that

Glad you are sharing it with us all again xx

[moxie]

This is excellent, it is very well written.

[Leopard]

9. On The Floor

Katie and I stared into each other's eyes for a moment - but it was only a moment; I don't think Katie could have kept still for any longer than that. I certainly didn't resist as her hands slipped beneath my arched back, deftly unclasping my bra. Then she pulled back, leaving my unfastened bra covering my breasts.

I lay on the floor, breathless, driven wild by lust for her. All of my nerve endings felt so alive; I felt so incredibly aware that my bra could be lifted from my body at any moment, that if I just sat up it would fall away. But Katie was still fully dressed, and I was willing to brave baring my breasts if it meant that I’d get to see hers too.

I sat up and kissed her, hard.

My bra fell down between us as we kissed, tongues dancing, lips locked. My arms were wrapped around her neck, my hands on her head, holding her in place; I didn’t want to let her away for a moment of breath. I also didn’t want her staring at my exposed chest until I’d gotten her clothes off.

Kate went with it, kissing me back just as passionately. She made no objections as my hands went down to the hem of Katie’s dress, tugging it upwards. But then I realised I’d have to stop occupying her with kisses if I was ever going to get the dress up over her head.

‘Close your eyes,’ I whispered, breaking the kiss.

I was trying to make it sound romantic, but honestly, I was just scared. I’ve never been comfortable with my body, and the thought of what Katie might say when she saw me topless terrified me.

Katie obeyed, her eyes remaining closed as I pulled the dress up over her head, guiding her long hair free of the garment. She remained still, her face flushed, as my fingers pulled at the strings of her bikini top for the second time today. This time she was facing me, and while Katie’s eyes were obediently closed as I stripped her, mine were wide open.

The last strings came free. I tossed her bikini top aside, and stared.

And stared, and stared.

Katie’s breasts were small like mine, but slightly fuller. Her nipples were little buds, a perfect pink, hard and eager. They rose and fell with each slow, deep breath that Katie took, and my eyes followed their movements, hypnotised, even as I screamed at my brain to memorise those perfect curves.

‘You’re too beautiful,’ I breathed.

Katie slowly opened her eyes, her blue staring into mine. Her face was flushed, but her eyes were calm, reassuring.

As her gaze wandered down my body, I brought my hands up over my breasts, feeling ashamed and inadequate.

Katie placed her hands on my wrists. She leaned forward and pressed her cheek against mine, then, slowly drew my arms back down.

‘You don’t need to hide, mew,’ she whispered, kissing my cheek. ‘You’re beautiful as anyone kitty has ever seen.’

She kissed me again, on the other cheek this time, then looked deeply into my eyes, smiling.

Her use of the name “kitty” to describe herself reminded me of the confidence and power I’d felt when I’d made her walk almost completely naked down the street earlier. Feeling comforted by the thought, I leaned back, resting on my hands, my bare chest thrust out towards her.

‘Does kitty want to play with them?’ I asked, my voice still a little shaky.

Katie’s face lit up at the offer. She raised her arms, but instead of groping me, her hands went around to my back, massaging and supporting me as she leaned down, her eyes closed, and began delicately kissing her way across my breasts.

Her tenderness made me shiver, made my pussy clench up tight as I imagined gripping her fingers with it.

Her fingers were nowhere near my pants, though; they just kept moving slowly up and down my back, her fingers kneading my muscles. Her lips continued to shower my breasts in slow kisses, her tongue coming into play now.

I just let my head fall back as I moaned, barely able to support myself with my arms. I wanted to collapse into a puddle of sheer pleasure.

Katie’s kisses grew longer, transformed into nibbles and bites, each one slow and deliberate, each one frustratingly close to my nipples, but still she hadn’t kissed them directly even once!
I bit my lip in frustration, pushing my chest up into Katie’s face.

Katie just giggled and nuzzled in between my breasts, her hair tickling my nipples, the contact angel whisper softness that did nothing to satisfy the desire running through me. I wanted them sucked, pinched, bitten!

‘Don’t you like my nipples?’ I murmured, only a little worried that she really didn’t - by this point I’d try anything that’d get her paying attention to them. I was so wet by this point that I was beginning to worry about my juices soaking through my jeans.

‘I love them,’ Katie said, smiling.

‘Then why won’t you do anything to them?’ I asked desperately.

Katie gave me her most mischievous grin. ‘Saving the best for last, mew.’

Then she licked her lips, slow and deliberate, before returning her attention to my breasts. Katie began to work her way lower; the upper halves of my breasts were wet from her many kisses, and now her tongue was drawing patterns along the undersides. My nipples were left dry, super-sensitive, sending tingling sensations out through my body as they begged for attention.

I threw my head back, growling in frustration.

‘Hey, sis, I’m home.’

Katie and I both froze, then slowly turned to look in the direction of the new voice.

Katie’s little sister, Mary, was standing just inside the front doorway.

[zoodcat]

Oh. Oh my. That is a very interesting twist that I was not expecting to read. So much detail, such a great thing. Keep it going.