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Bodily Feasts By Isabel Luna
Minute beads of sweat dangled precariously at the ends of 19-year-old Julia's hair. A careless toss of her head displaced most of these as she unlocked the door to her apartment. Her smooth, olive skin tingled in the aftermath of her fifteen mile run. Her heart beat solidly and strongly, reminding her of the exhiliration of life - and of how hungry she was.
Humming happily, she entered the kitchen. She raised herself on her tiptoes so that her 5'3" form could reach into one of the higher cabinets. Her hand reached, the palm coming down and the fingers closing once, then twice in disbelief. Her post-run exuberance faded quickly as she realized that her chocolate energy bars were completely gone.
Feet that allowed her to finish her course in 90 minutes raced her to the other side of the apartment. She didn't bother knocking as she threw open her roommate's bedroom door.
"Carrie," she barked, all semblance of civility evaporating. "Did you eat my last energy bar?"
Carrie Monroe turned slowly in her chair. Her chestnut hair swung like cascading water as she did so. Julia seethed as the other girl's moss colored eyes regarded her. Carrie was one of those girls that was so beautiful that she could get away with anything. She was quite used to taking advantage of this, too. Although Julia had made it clear during the beginning of the spring semester that she didn't want to share food, Carrie took it upon herself to believe she didn't mean it. She also decided that she never had to go grocery shopping, or otherwise compensate her roommate for what she took.
"Oh, was that yours?" she finally said. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't know."
Three months of coming home hungry and finding an empty pantry overwhelmed Julia. With a snarl, she launched at the other girl. Her momentum swept Carrie out of her seat, leaving her pinned on the floor beneath Julia. With most of her anger expended in the motion, the runner was unsure of what to do. Instinct caused her to use her weight to hold down her antagonist, but her mind had gone annoyingly blank.
"Get OFF of me!" Carrie hissed, wiggling futilely. She continued to swear while Julia held her down. The best she was able to do was free one leg just enough to press it against her roommate's crotch.
Julia was instantly breathless. She had long been aware that running ignited all of her senses. She had forgotten that this had included her sexuality. Carrie's gesture resulted in a fiery heat between her thighs. She felt her nipples harden beneath her sports bra as she felt her lower parts becoming wet.
"Well," Carrie cooed, noticing the effects. Barely exerting herself, she rolled the other girl off of her.
Those woodsy green eyes regarded her roommate in a new light. She had always known that Julia had potential. If she spent a tenth of the time she put into running into just a little bit of fashion savvy, she would have rivaled Carrie's only looks. The hungry roommate had a dancer like figure that was accentuated by her petite height. On her frame, her 32B breasts looked deliciously soft and enticing. Carrie reached out with one finger and traced one protruding nipple through the sports bra.
"Well," she repeated. "I think I've found a way to repay you for all the food I've eaten."
In a flash, her mouth covered Julia's. The roles were reversed, with the more petite girl struggling for freedom. Carrie tangled her fingers in Julia's onyx colored hair, cramming their lips together even harder. She used the full weight of her body to prevent her prize from escaping. Forcefully, her tongue invaded Julia's mouth, thrashing wantonly in the other girl's mouth. In time, the thrashing and moans of protest were replaced with incoherent sounds of pleasure. At this point, Carrie raised her head just a little.
"What's the matter, little girl?" she purred, then laughed. "I eat everything else in this house. Why not you?"
Savagely, she ripped off Julia's shirt and slid the sports bra so that those deliciously creamy breasts fell free. Her right hand grabbed the nearest breast, the fingers closing tightly and cruelly upon the nipple. Meanwhile, she bit down on the other breast, flicking her tongue roughly over the very tip. Julia's back arched. In that split second, Carrie's hands flashed to the girl's running shorts, removing both them and the white lace panties beneath. She pressed the palm of her hand against the moistness between those strong legs. The owner of that wetness moaned, and Carrie clasped her hand over her mouth.
"Do you smell that?" she whispered. "It's from your pussy, Julia. Do you like the smell of your pussy? I think you should find out. You are hungry, after all. Lick my hand, Julia! Lick it, bitch!"
Kitten-like, Julia licked as she was ordered. The taste was tart, but with a sort of underlying sweetness. Soon, she was rubbing her lips against her roommate's hand, trying to get all of that sweet flavor.
"Oh, that's enough," Carrie hissed, drawing away against Julia's protests. A second later, the other girl's words became indecipherable as Carrie drove three fingers into her.
"That's right, take it all, bitch," she growled, driving her hand fast and furiously against the girl. As an added insult, she licked two fingers on her other hand and drove them deep into Julia's anus. The girl screamed with pain, which only made Carrie laugh.
"Okay, okay," she relented when the tears began to flow. She removed her fingers from both orifices.
She sat up and took in the sight before her. Julia's chest was rising and falling with the velocity of a skydiver. In spite of the tears that streaked her face, her eyes were bright and hungry. Smiling softly, Carrie leaned forward until their lips just barely touched. In a motion as swift as Julia's best timed mile, she slid down her body and between her legs.
She bit down on the clitoris with the same ferocity formerly displayed on her roommate's breasts. Her tongue flicked over and over that engorged nub, until Julia exploded with a sea of that tart honey she had tasted moments before. Carrie opened her mouth wider to accept all of it, variating only to run her devouring tongue along the length of that hot slit.
"Oh, god, oh, god," Julia was moaning, her eyes darker as she washed through her waves of pleasure.
"Mm," Carrie acknowledged, crawling up to kiss her. "But, I'm not done yet, darling."
With that, she reached beneath her skirt and removed the pale pink hip hugger panties beneath. Lowering her smooth, shaved pussy to her roommates mouth, she said, "I think that it won't be so bad to replace what I took, after all..."