(Note from Me! Hey guys, I'm taking a break from my story, maybe book, Old Country Love Song [Check it out if you get the chance!! Plez!] and I thought writing this would relieve some of the stress I feel. It's not long, but it's not short either, and it's rated R, maybe NC-17. If you DO NOT, I repeat DO NOT like this kind of stuff, i.e. lesbian intercourse, than turn back now while you still have a chance. Thank you, and R/R please, please, please!!)

In a school with no name, no games, and no rules, there are girls like Zaida Corbin. Girls, your sainthood seeking mother told you about. When Kristyl "the Pistol" Rodriguez moves to this town, and to this school she is in for it. She never thought once about being a lesbian, she loved guys, and no girl would change her mind...except Zaida Corbin.

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Kristyl "The Pistol" Rodriguez moved to Averton from a big city. She wasn't used to all the quietness that her new town brought to her, and when she went to school, she wasn't used to the lack of good looking guys either. Kris meandered through life as what men adored, a nymphomaniac, and in this pitiful slump of a town, it looked like she may as well beat the habit before any of these redneck assholes decided to get their nasty little mits on her. When Zaida laid eyes on the slim, sexy form of Kris, she knew the girl would be hers...if only for a moment.

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What?!!?, hell yes, What!??!?!.....I watched Zaida cross the threshold of the classroom, her black hair frolicking in thick waves around her tan face. Her formfitting super low jeans made me want to choke, her "pleasure kitten" bearing spaghetti strap made me queasy, and her dangly little naval ring was enough to top this slutty wedding cake. I watched her green tinted eyes dance with this ultra fascination for everything around her. Zaida Corbin made me want to hurl...

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Oh, God, bear me the goddess who's name is Kris. Her long, mahogany locks make me squirm when I see them. Her hot, dark eyes watching every move I make. Her pale skin standing out against my own, her baggy little button shirt, brown Doc Martens, and her khaki cargo jeans are out of date, but not on her. Oooh, she makes me writhe when I think of all that I could do to her, and all I could have if she were just an eeny weeny bit passive towards my actions towards her. Oh, Kris, you will be mine, and I will have your body.

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I can't believe that girl invited me to her keg on Friday night. Imagine me, attending a keg. Uh, what do I wear to a keg in the middle of the boon docks, with no guys, and no sense of reality???

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She came, I don't believe she came. Tonight she managed to completely shock me as she stepped into my house. She was wearing these strappy little high- heeled sandals, a black, ass hugging, thigh pinching mini-skirt, and I mean MINI, and a low cut red spaghetti strap. Ooh, she was positively delicious. I knew that she'd be mine before the night was over. I made my approach on my hapless, yummy little victim.

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I groaned as I realized that Zaida had spotted, muttering "the eagle has landed" intimidatedly under my breath. My eyes fell on her bare feet, and her skimpy little black dress, her green eyes were on me, tantalizing...hmm...tantalizing green eyes, they seemed to hypnotize me. She stepped towards me, taking my hand, and for some reason I couldn't resist her. She brought my hand to her mouth, her tongue protruding sexily, barely licking the tips of my index finger. I felt squeamish as I looked around for any of the guys from school, suddenly noticing that there weren't any, just all girls I'd never seen before. Zaida took this opportunity of distraction to creep closer, her face close to mine as she leaned up towards my ear, licking the lobe sensually and murmuring, "Come with me if you want to live..." I shook away, looking at her thoughtfully for a moment before letting her take my hand, and lead me away.

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I noticed her face blush deep red, I smiled, loving the feel of a timid lover. I led her to my parent's room, locking the door behind me, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows against the wall, making Kris look so much more sexier. I stepped towards her, taking both her hands, entwining my fingers in hers tightly, my nails digging into the back of her knuckles. "You can't turn back now..." I said, she nodded, her face pale. "You're mine now..." I finished, sitting her on the end of the bed, crawling on top of her. She leaned back, but didn't fall, I didn't sit in her lap, just hovered above her menacingly. I caressed her face, leaning towards her and kissing her. A slight peck at first, helping her avoid the surprise of something more deep. She didn't resist like I thought she would, and I cupped her face in one hand and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue stretching out to massage her lips. Again she didn't refuse, allowing me access to the sweet depths of her mouth, her tongue tangling in mine.

My free hand reached for her collar bone, sliding one of the straps of her top down her shoulder, my hand sliding down her upper chest, and to her still clothed breast. I massaged it lightly, enjoying the feel of her tremble and gasp sharply beneath my grasp. She was enjoying herself, I was pleased...

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I couldn't believe that I had let her drag me this far, her hand traveled over my body, while her second hand kept my face pressed against her full, and beautiful lips. I had never felt anything like this before. I wasn't sure of what to do at first as I lay back, her body dangling above me in a sensual "pose". Her second hand, the one roaming my body, slid up, taking my cheek in it's grasp while it's sister traveled down, sliding my shirt's second strap off. Zaida pulled away, pulling my shirt down to reveal my bare tits. I watched, perhaps a little fearfully as she kissed a trail down my chest, her tongue teasing me. I arched against her, and she sat just above my knees, keeping me against the bed. She planted kisses on my tits, I moaned, tossing my head to the side, anticipating what she was about to do.