Pomegranate

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By SilverMarlee
This story is dedicated to Chimonsu, who has recently been introduced to Strawberry Passion Awareness. Unfortunately I seem to have misplaced that lovely piece of literature, so this fruit will have to suffice.

Names may or may not have been changed to protect the not-quite-innocent. This is done in first-person Diary style because it’s based on a true event and I believe first person works quite nicely for it. Also, it’s strangely clean sounding when you consider the content...

Final note: English is neither my first nor my favorite language, so if my grammar is horrible, you’ll have to fend for yourself.

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A few years ago, perhaps two, since I was in the tenth grade and my dearest friend Kayla was in the eighth, Kayla realized a few very interesting facts about herself. Not only was she apparently bisexual, but she also found herself lusting over two different people. A short, pale, blonde boy named Rick, whom I still believe she liked for his glasses which made him look much better than he ever realized, and the tall tanned brunette soccer-star named Jessie. While in appearance and most aspects of personality they were as different as night and day, they had a few things in common, not the least of which was the fact that they could both put up with Kayla’s incessant talking and loud laughter for extended periods of time.

At that time, and I remember this distinctly because it came to be very important as time progressed, Kayla was studying Greek myths outside of school. Apparently Greece was her “ancient country of the year,” or something to that extent. Her favorite was the story of Kore and Hades and since she already loved pomegranates to begin with, Kayla was rather inspired by it and so she began planning. And it was certainly an interesting plan, not that she told me too much, but the general idea was to finally choose between “her two mystery crushes.” Which is how she referred to them because, honestly, if you’re living in the back woods of North Carolina, you don’t want to get to specific about these types of things.

Two weeks after that, and on the morning of Christmas Eve, she invited the two over for a Christmas Eve slumber party. I’m still rather impressed by the fact that she convinced her parents, Jessie’s parents and Rick’s obsessively Catholic parents that it was perfectly safe for two girls and a boy, all of who were well into puberty by this time, to sleep over together. However, I believe it had to do with the fact that her mother had promised to use me, the responsible high-scholar, as some sort of safeguard against less-than-innocent behavior.

Of course it didn’t help in the least. After all, I take the strict stance that Americans, back-wood Christians in particular, have the worst possible views of sex and sexuality, and I know an amazing number of people who would agree with me. There aren’t so many promiscuous hillbillies as there are Christian fanatics, the kind that would be suicide bombers if they were Moslem.

That night, I was putting up the mistletoe over her bed and Kayla was getting dressed in her favorite outfit, some sort of clingy velvety dress-suit/dancer’s outfit. I don’t think many people could wear it without looking like an idiot and blushing like one too, but she managed it. She then pulled me into her kitchen and pointed at three very lovely looking pomegranates. She still refused to let me in on her plan, though by now I had a general idea of what would be happening.

Somehow she had gotten the idea that I was psychic or magical or something, because she said “I don’t know which two to choose, so I want you to tell me which one of these isn’t as good as the other two.” Of course, I rather enjoy being dramatic so I put on this whole lovely show of taking off my crystal pendulum (it is actually a necklace, but the charm is pointy and sharp as hell, so it worked quite nicely), and dowsing the less-than-perfect fruit. Of course, her mother was a bit disturbed to bring Rick and Jessie into the kitchen to find me hovering a crystal over a pomegranate and explaining why it was evil, but all in all it was rather enjoyable.

Kayla gave me the bad pomegranate, which I promptly ate, and the four of us, Rick, Jessie, Kayla and myself, headed for the living room while the adults went into the den and began playing horridly loud country music. Not the good type, might I add, but the sort that makes you cringe at the bad grammar, horrible lyrics and extremely unpleasant banjos.

We closed the door and spent the next few hours playing board and word games. If ever you could tell that Kayla had a British heritage it was in her scrabble game that night. The girl was playing with a mildly disturbing and obsessed fervor that I only saw once more and that was later in that very night, so I think it had more to do with her plan that with the game itself.

Around nine, though I’m not sure, Kayla had won her third round of scrabble and suddenly stood up, grabbed the two remaining pomegranates, which we can only assume she brought into the room at some point during the various games, and some how managed the carry them as well as pull up Jessie and Rick by the shoulders and drag them into her room, yelling to me “Katalona, I swear, if you don’t keep guard, I will have you shot to death with cherry pips!” I’m not quite sure where the threat came from, but from then on cherries were our weapons of choice.

I should have immediately checked the den for straying adults and spent my time listening in on them so I’d know if that wanted to come and check up on Kayla and the rest of us, but I couldn’t help myself, I wanted to watch Kayla make a fool of herself, especially since she usually did it so completely, besides, I can think of very few things that have ever turned out to be more amusing. So I crept over, though I have yet to remember why I was creeping, to her door and very carefully opened it enough to watch the goings on inside her bedroom.

First she put in a CD, something foreign, maybe Celtic, which had a very nice subtle sort of melody. She claims to this day that it was to keep her parents from hearing, not that they would have with the way their abominable music was blaring, because she now thinks its horrible and cliché to put a CD on when attempting to seduce someone.

Then she did something that was out-of-character and not at the same time. Out-of-character because Kayla would generally never shove her crushes around, and in character because, and I speak from personal experience, she can be rather dominating when she’s horny. In a swift move Jessie and Rick found themselves lying on their backs on the overly springy mattress. Then she picked the pomegranates up from her bedside stand and gingerly placed one on Rick’s stomach then one on Jessie’s.

At this point I was actually mildly worried about the girl’s sanity, but mostly I was interested in watching her sling one leg over Rick, her foot on Jessie’s knee, and peel the pomegranate, effectively staining Rick’s white button-down shirt with a round purplish blotch. Of course he didn’t notice that for a while because most people don’t think about their shirts when the “most prudish girl in the school” has just straddled them and had now pushed a few bittersweet pomegranate seeds into their mouth. However what really made him dizzy was the kiss that followed.

Kayla brushed the remaining pomegranate off his stomach and swooped down on him, covering his mouth and pushing it open so that when she brought her head up a few seconds later she was holding two of the seeds between her teeth and grinning cheekily. At this point I had completely forgotten about Jessie, whom I can only assume was in shock. Instead I was deciding whether that was possibly the hottest sight I’d ever witnessed or whether I should be disturbed by the not-so-innocent thoughts I was now having about Kayla and her friends, all of whom were two years, give or take, younger than me.

I decided in favor of the first thought and was practically drooling when Kayla finally removed herself from Rick’s grip about her waist and gave Jessie what can only be described as a predatory look. The soccer player would prove to be very willing prey. Unfortunately she had a frightened look about her at that moment because she’d just realised she was about to get the same treatment, and being raised as a devout Baptist southerner this scared her shitless.

Kayla then popped the two seeds she still had between her teeth, the juice running down her chin slightly, and began repeating the peeling process, although this time it was much slower and more deliberately teasing. Jessie still didn’t move or struggle, though the deer in headlights look was fading quickly. After the seeds were in Jessie’s mouth, Kayla again leant down to remove them with her tongue, but it appeared Jessie would not be giving up her seeds without a fight. Suddenly my decision of Rick and Kayla’s kiss being the most undeniably hot thing I’d ever seen was deemed wrong and instead it was replaced with this. Judging by Rick’s pants, I later decided he agreed whole-heartedly.

Of course at this point I was far too interested in before me, as well as my hand working as furiously as the two younger girl’s tongues, to notice anything going on elsewhere. In fact I barely registered that the obnoxious and loud as hell backwoods music had lessened in volume. What I did notice was that I could suddenly hear things in Kayla’s room much more clearly and that was my saving grace because it gave me just enough time to rip my hand out from under my skirt and swivel around to head for the door and make it look as if I had been heading towards Kayla’s parents just as they were heading towards us.

I told them I’d been sent to give a report on our general well being and that we’d moved into Kayla’s room because the music wasn’t as loud in there. The believed me because, in all honesty, I was often used as a messenger between Kayla’s visitors and her parents.

By the time they had left, fully convinced that their daughter’s innocence was still in tact, and I re-opened the door Rick had abandoned the bed and taken a seat on Kayla’s Beanbag and was practically drooling at the two girls on the bed, his hand moving up and down rapidly but out of my range of sight. Later on we would notice he’d stepped on one of the pomegranates, which had rolled off the bed at some point, and left a very large purple stain. That is why Kayla absolutely adores the color purple, and also is the only proof I have that it wasn’t just some crazed one-time dream.

At this point Jessie was without a shirt or any sort of upper covering for that matter, and was trying futilely to get Kayla’s bra over her head without breaking the kiss. Eventually the fabric was left to dangle around her neck in favor of more fulfilling tasks, such as the zipper on the side of her own skirt. Kayla, however, did break the kiss, pulling the cloth off at lightening speed and lowering her mouth to Jessie’s breasts, lapping at them like a dog does a bowl of water until her tongue brushed against a hardened nipple and getting a loud and throaty groan from Jessie, who apparently had very little sexual experience if that was enough to make her moan, not that any of us were complaining at that point.

By now I’d unconsciously gone past the door, closing it behind me, and was sitting to the close right of Rick, mostly ignoring his rapid breathing, without my skirt on. I don’t know when I wriggled out of it, but it took me a good ten minutes to find later on.

I found myself absolutely entranced by the scene in front of me and I began mimicking every move Kayla made on Jessie. Swirling my fingers around my hardened nipples and ghosting them down my stomach in place of Kayla’s lips, then plunging them into myself as Kayla buried her head between the taller girl’s legs. First she simply blew hot breath across the hot wet opening, making Jessie’s moans much louder than before, but when Kayla finally began lapping at the other girl’s swollen lips Jessie nearly screamed and bit down on a pillow, her breath now loud and ragged enough for me to hear with perfect clarity, even through the haze of pleasure I now found myself in.

I’m sure that at this point the room was filled with panting moans, but I only clearly remember Jessie’s and my own as I thrust one finger and then two into my over-stimulated body. I vaguely registered Kayla’s own hand had at some point ended up between her own legs and was moving furiously as Jessie writhed beneath her talented tongue.

Jessie’s head swung in my direction and I caught her darkened and dulled eyes in a strong gaze as her breathing increased and I rubbed my thumb against my clit furiously, feeling a wonderful pressure building up inside myself. There was a particularly loud groan from the beanbag to my left and the sensation of something hot and wet on my knee, which I later connected to Rick, but at that point I was too far gone. With a gasp my muscles contracted around my fingers and I saw stars. To this day I’m absolutely positive that was my strongest orgasm, because I still felt like pink-hued clouds were smothering me at least five full minutes later. I dimly remember two shrill screeches in rapid succession coming from Jessie and Kayla, but for the most part I was hanging onto conscious thought by a very thin thread.

When my mind was finally clear I found myself in an over-heated room with three unconscious middle-scholars and no skirt. It was certainly not a position I wanted to be discovered in, so I rooted around the room for a while and found my skirt, then went out into the den filled with around 15 forty-something’s and announced we were going to sleep and that if anyone woke us up later on, that person would be shot on sight. Once in the bedroom again I was faced with the task of making the tree look more asleep than passed out, but in the end I just decided to throw a few quilts over them and call it a night.

Needless to say, Jessie’s scream the next morning was not one of pleasure, but that is a story for another day.