Vaction Erotic

Story Title: Vacation Erotic
Chapter One: Part One: Interruption

NOTE: This is my first adult fanfic, so don’t be harsh. It is also written in the first person, don't ask.

There was an inexpressible tension between the two of us as we first sat down in our seats. I could tell that Ellen was excited by the way she kept working the nonexistent wrinkles out of her skirt as well as by the quick glances she kept giving me out of the corner of her eye. Neither of us said a word as we anxiously waited for the plane to take off, too absorbed in the ecstasy of nearby freedom.

Ellen and I were soon to be on our way to sunny California for the best spring break vacation of our lives, or at least I hoped. We had been planning the getaway for nearly six months now and I could hardly believe that the day had finally come that I would get to spend ten glorious days with my best friend! What topped it all was that it would be just me and her living it up like celebrities!

I guess the tension between us had built up with all the anticipation, neither of us wanted to say anything wrong, or do anything to mess this perfect plan up, so we didn’t speak at all. This only made matters worse. The last thing I wanted to do was sit beside her for the next five hours completely silent, and it seemed like forever since we had a few minutes just to chat.

For the past few months I had been working my butt off to save money for this trip. Despite my better judgment I had put every last penny into it, literally. In fact, I had skipped eating lunch at the school cafeteria for the last several weeks in order to pay for the plane ticket. In spite of the fact that we weren’t speaking at the moment, nothing could have been more worthwhile.

Presently I was watching the side of Ellen’s face, silently begging her to look at me. It was as if she was trying to avoid eye contact. No matter how many times I sighed, or coughed, or cleared my throat she still stared across the aisle out the opposite window. It was as if she’d give anything to be out there on the runway than to be stuck beside me like this.

Finally I could stand it no longer. Gently I touched her hand, speaking with struggled calmness, “Ellen?”

“Yes, Marie?” Ellen said turning to look me directly in the eyes.

I was a bit taken aback by her response, perhaps she wasn’t upset. I looked at her joyfully, she was so beautiful. Her long, golden hair waved down her smooth, soft cheeks and her sparkling hazel eyes complemented her bright, red lips. I saw those luscious lips curl into a smile as she watched my gaze move up and down her slender body.

Ellen leaned close and whispered softly, “Are you checking me out?”

“Of course not!” I said quickly, but it was no use, Ellen could tell I was lying.

I hadn’t wanted her to know how much I had missed her since senior year had started. Since September we had both been joggling school, sports, and work, all in a desperate attempt for a few minutes alone. Spring break couldn’t have come soon enough; I couldn’t wait for what lay ahead in California.

Ellen squeezed my hand lovingly and gave me a wink. “You know you want me…” she said devilishly, “Just you wait, Marie, I’m going to make you want me.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I whispered to her frantically. “Ellen, not here!”

She tenderly placed her hand on my thigh and watched me squirm ever so uncomfortably. “So sure are you?” she teased as she moved up my leg.

I tried desperately to hold in a pleasurable laugh as she reached my crouch. “No! Ellen, please—“

“Attention passengers!” came a voice from above us. “The plane is about to make it’s way onto the runway…Please make sure that your seats are in the upright position and that your seatbelts are securely fastened… Thank you for flying with Southwest Air!” Thankfully Ellen straightened up and buckled her seatbelt or I would surely have screamed.

Ellen watched a red-headed flight attendant who was walking down the aisle checking to see that everyone was properly buckled. I felt my heart pounding jealously in my chest as Ellen examined her with unhidden desire. How could she do this to me? What was so hot about her anyway?

I wanted to yell at her but instead I stared out the window furiously. I watched the lines on the runway pass by quicker and quicker, the ground getting farther and farther away. By the time that the plane was level in the air I had already planned fifteen different ways to torture her, all of which I would never do.

As soon as the announcement was made that our seatbelts could be removed Ellen stood up. “I’m going to the restroom…” She placed a hand on my shoulder as if asking me to respond but I ignored her stubbornly.

It was around the time that I began to regret the entire trip that I realized that she had been gone for a long time. I looked down the aisle towards the back of the plane where the restrooms were. There was no one stirring down there. Maybe she was sick, I remembered her saying something about getting motion sickness once.

After another ten minutes I decided to go check on her. There was only one door that was marked as “occupied” so I knocked gently. “Ellen? Are you in there?”

Suddenly the door slide open and a hand came out and grabbed my shirt. Before I knew what was going on Ellen had pulled me in the tiny room with her and had locked the door behind me. I stared at her bewildered as she pinned me against the door.

“Took you long enough!” Ellen said, her eyes heavy with longing.

“What are you talking about? Are you okay?” I said, still oblivious to her motive.

“I want you, Marie. I want you more than anything in the world!” she said her eyes sparkling electrically.

“What about your red-head friend?!” I asked sourly as she groped my body.

“What red-head?” she said her eyes on fire. “You mean the flight attendant?”

“Yeah, you seemed to like what you saw!” I said trying to push her away as she kissed my neck.

“Made you jealous, didn’t I?” Ellen smiled evilly.

“No!” I said shortly, trying frantically not to get turned on as she touched me.

“She’s nothing compared to you!” she said beginning to unbutton her sweater. “Man you turn me on!”

“No, Ellen, not here!” I begged as she pulled off her shirt.

“Why not here?” she said as I let her take my shirt off as well.

“I—“ I tried to say but she was already busy pulling down my pants.

“Take off my skirt…” she said looking into my eyes with an evil smile. “… You know you want to!”

I obeyed her with only the voices in my head as resistance. “Why are you doing this to me?” I said on uneven breath as she reached around and undid my braw.

“Because I want to and you want me to.” she whispered, her hot breath on my ear.

“How can you be so sure?” I said holding in a gasp as the last of our clothes fell to the floor.

She pressed her body against mine and I nearly went orgasmic there. “By the way your eyes speak to me…” she said as she squeezed my breasts gently.

“What do they say?” I asked as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“They scream: Fuck me! Fuck me now!” she said reaching her hands down to my crouch.

She suddenly paused, hovering as I ached with desire. “What are you waiting for?” I suddenly said, gyrating impatiently.

She looked up at me, “I suppose I’m used to being interrupted at this point.”

“Please don’t stop!” I yelled at her. I was sick of her turning me on like this and having to leave me with nothing to do with myself. “Fucking fuck me already!”

“Whoa!” she said grinning at me wildly. “I’ve never heard such language from such innocent lips!”

Suddenly I leapt on top of her and we went crashing to the ground. “Forget about my virginity!” I said kissing her over and over, all over her body. “I’ve fucked you every night for the past year in my dreams!”

“I had no idea you could be this playful!” She said rolling over on top of me, my head banging on the wall.

“Are you okay?!” she said rubbing my head with concern.

I grabbed her hand and placed it right down in my privates. “That’s where I want you to touch me!”

“You sure? I have a feeling you’re a screamer…” she said rubbing me teasingly.

“I don’t care!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “FUCK ME!”

I saw her eyes light on fire as I my normal shy manner was taken over by my maddening craving for her. I had never been so demanding of her in all our six years of knowing each other. In fact, I hadn’t barely asked her for a tissue since we first met.

“Excuse me?!” came a sudden voice from outside the restroom door. “Is everything alright in there?”

“YES!” I screamed as Ellen finally triggered an orgasm. With every moment in and out I screamed again and again, unashamed. “Yes! Yes! Ah! YES!”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you two to stop this at once!” came the same female voice.

“I’m sure the whole plane has heard us now.” Ellen said as she looked around the trashed stall. Toilet paper was scattered everywhere, hand soap was dripping from the tiny counter, or at least I think it was hand soap; and we had managed to crack the mirror on the wall.

I was still lying on the ground as she began to put her clothes back on. “But what about you?” I said, seeing the unfulfilled wanting in her eyes.

“I’ve waited three years… I figure I can wait a few more hours.” she said pulling my pants on.

“Wait, those are mine.” I said as I reluctantly cleaned myself up.

“I know,” Ellen smiled, “they smell just like your perfume. You can where my shirt and blouse. I wonder if they’ll notice?”

“If who will notice?” I said, it was as if I had forgotten where I was.

She laughed and began to button up her sweater around me. “I had fun too.” she said kissing me softly. “You wait here for a few minutes; I know how you feel about all the eyes on us.”

The rest of the flight could not have gone slower. Eventually stepping outside that door was bad enough, when I finally reached my seat Ellen wouldn’t stop touching me. At first she simply grabbed my hand and locked her fingers with mine. But when the old couple kitty-corner to us began to look at us judgingly she decided to piss them off by feeling up and down my arm.

Sometimes I hated how she used me like some sort of banner that read “We’re lesbian, so get over it!” It was like she cared nothing for my feelings, as if I was just her sex toy. I tried to push her away but nothing could stop her when she had an audience.

“…the indecency!” I heard the middle-aged lady behind us say to the unfortunate man who seemed to be her husband.

At that even I was upset. All this lady knew was that Ellen was touching my arm. Who was she to judge us? I decided to get even just the way Ellen loved. From my purse I took out a piece of chocolate and placed it in my mouth.

I personally didn’t care for chocolate, but she was wild about it. “Hey aren’t you going to share?” she said watching me indignantly.

“Come an’ get it…” I said leaning close to her lips.

Suddenly her tongue was in my mouth, her hands gripping my neck passionately. She kissed me long and hard, forgetting the chocolate that had melted long ago. When we finally gasped for breath the entire plane was silent.

Ellen opened her eyes dreamily, a smile spreading wide across her face. “I love you, Marie Johnson.” she said kissing my hand as she took hold of it.

“And I love you, Ellen Thomson.” I said resting my head down on her shoulder.

* * * * * * *

Our hotel was about forty minutes outside of downtown Los Angeles on the dazzling Pacific coast. The moment we walked into our room I knew that it was going to cost us a fortune. For a while I stood in the doorway completely astounded. Ellen practically danced across the suite.

“This is so awesome!” she said twirling around with a giddy smile on her face. “Marie, aren’t you excited?!”

I looked up at her with surprise. “Of course I am!” I said finally stepping into the room. “Sorry, I guess I was just thinking…”

“Thinking what?” she asked curiously as she checked out the hot tub in the corner.

“How much fun this is going to be!” I said with fake enthusiasm as I fell onto the king-sized bed on the other side of the room.

“You’re telling me!” Ellen said trying to ignore my lack of fervor. “This suite has a full kitchen, bath and a view of the beach!”

I sat up and looked across the room. She was right. There was a balcony that overlooked the three mile beach below. I stood up and walked out into the warm, salty Pacific air.

I felt Ellen’s arms wrap around me and I closed my eyes contentedly. “I’ve died and gone to heaven…”

“And you’re my angel…” she said in my ear.

“Stop being so sappy, Ellen.” I said as she pulled me closer. For a while we were both silent, soaking up the moment, then I opened my eyes dreamily. I looked across the colorful horizon breathlessly and said, “It’s so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” she said rather matter-of-factly as she began to message my shoulders.

I pulled away and turned to look her in the face. “Don’t try and sweeten me up. I know this is far more than we can afford.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that fact.” she said in a dreamy voice as she continued to rub my shoulders coaxingly.

“Ellen, how could we ever afford a suite at a five star hotel in Los Angeles?!” I said backing away from her and turning to look out over the balcony again.

“Daddy gave it to me as an early birthday and graduation present.” she said covering me with her arms again.

“You mean your father knows we’re here…together?” I said holding in my anxiousness with a painful gulp.

“What does it matter if he knows?” she asked pressing her body against my back.

“Because your father’s a smart man, Ellen, he’s already suspicious of our relationship.” I said beginning to get nervous. “I just don’t want him to find out.”

“Find out that we’re lesbian lovers?” she said moving her hands down my stomach mischievously. “What’s wrong with that?”

“No—thing!” I said her fingers reached into my skirt. I tugged at her to stop but she wouldn’t let me free. “I like your father, I just want him to like me too.”

“Marie, you’re practically a daughter to him. Besides,” she said groping me mercilessly, “he thinks I’m here with John.”

“He’d let you go half-way across the country with your boyfriend?!” I said closing my eyes as she kissed my neck.

“He’s not my boyfriend, there’s only you.”

“You know what I mean. Your father thinks he’s your boyfriend doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, he trusts John though. John’s never gotten any from me and he knows he never will, so he doesn’t try. Daddy thinks that John waiting for me.”

“Yeah but what if your dad talks to John and he says your not with him?” I said trying to keep from shaking as she felt my body.

“I wish you’d stop fretting so much…”

“Why?”

“Because it turns me on.”

“Everything turns you on.” I said pulling her hands out from under my shirt.

“Everything about you, Marie.” She said twirling me around so fast that I fell right into her kiss.
No matter how many times my lips touch hers I still feel electricity flowing through my every nerve. My heart raced with guilty passion as her taste and touch filled my senses. Once again I was lost in a world where only she and I existed.

She held me for a while after that, breathing deeply. I wanted to stay in her delicate embrace for all eternity. Nothing was more satisfying than the felling of her touch.

“Marie?” she suddenly said.

“Yeah?” I said with breathless disappointment.

“Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” she said with her cheek on mine.

“How could I forget?” I said hugging her neck tenderly. “It was the first weekend of the summer after freshman year. We had spent all day at the county fair, right…? Yeah. When we were walking home you told me how you wished, sometimes, that you were a boy. When I asked you why you said ‘So I could do this!’ You kissed me right then and there under the streetlamp in front the Wilsons’s house.”

“I remember you turning as red as a stoplight!” Ellen laughed, sitting down at the patio table with a dreamy expression on her face.

“You freaked the crap out of me!” I said indignantly as I sat down across from her.

“I freaked myself out!” she said with a sad smile, “I thought you’d never speak to me again!”

“I didn’t for a whole seventeen days!” I said recalling the dreadful feeling of so long ago.

“Technically it was only twelve,” she said with a sorrowful grin, “You bumped into me in the hall and said ‘Sorry!’ You didn’t even realize it was me.”

“I guess you have a point there.” I said looking off into the distant horizon.

“Why did you start talking to me again anyway?”

“Because I missed you.” I paused and looked back at her with all seriousness and said, “I would have rather faced whatever that kiss meant about us than never talking to my best friend ever again.”

“What did you think it meant?”

“I was hoping beyond hope that you had been drunk.”

“I wasn’t drunk on anything but love.”

“I figured that out eventually I suppose.”

“After that things got a little awkward.”

“I was pretty pissed at you for screwing things up like that.”

“Yeah, maybe, but you seemed more mad at yourself for some reason.”

“What makes you say that?” I said looking into her eyes curiously.

“I don’t know, it was the just way you acted…you seemed to be punishing yourself.” she said playing with my fingers from across the table.

“Well…I guess I was angry because it was my first kiss.”

“Really?” she said shocked. “What’s so bad about that?”

“Well…I guess you weren’t the guy I had imagined.” I said with a laugh.

Ellen looked down at our conjoined hands, “I guess that’s what made me like you so much. I couldn’t have you.

“You thought you couldn’t have me.” I corrected her, wishing she would cheer up.

“Took me more than two years to get you to fell that way.” she said in a sorrowful tone.

“No.” I said lifting her chin up so that I could look into her sparkling hazel eyes. “You had me from that very night. It just took me a bit longer to admit it.”

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