Date: 30 Jun 2002 17:13:14 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Diane finds her Xena (Adult Youth, Encounters f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Diane finds her Xena By Jan I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I am a southern girl my family lives an hour or so south of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a natural honey blonde. My skin is so pink that it looks almost translucent, it has been described as alabaster. I would be covered with freckles if I didn't avoid the sun, because of the possibility of my contracting skin cancer. I am not a good student and that makes me feel inferior to my classmates. My only friend is a neighbor girl named Linda. We have gone to school together all the way from pre-school. I always felt crushed when we did not have the same homeroom. As close as we are she does not share my passion for Xena the Princess Warrior, but she tolerated my obsession. I became a fan of the television drama when it first came on. I didn't identify with Xena as much as Gabriela. I wanted to have a woman like Xena to be my hero. As the years passed my collection of Xena memorabilia became quit extensive. I bought every fan magazine I could find on anything about the show or Lucy Lawless. I even found a pattern for the costumes worn by Gabriela. I bought them and some tan and reddish leather and some course home spun wool in green so I could make costumes. I tried to make them look as authentic as possible. I styled my hair the way that Gabriela styled her hair. My hair is a redder blonde but I would never change the color of my hair. The year that I was old enough to get my driver's license was the year that they had a Xena convention in Atlanta. I had months to prepare for the event. I got my parents permission to take Dad's old sedan for the weekend. I found a cheap motel in the yellow pages that not too far from the hotel that was hosting the convention. I made reservations by mail without seeing the place. When the date arrived, I was thrilled about the possibility of getting Lucy Lawless's autograph. Almost nothing could dampen my excitement. When I arrived at the motel I found that it was a sleaze place and Friday night the coming and goings of hookers was keeping me awake, or possibly it was just the excitement of my anticipation of going to my first Xena convention. I got up early and dressed in my best Gabriela costume. I did not want to be seen in public dressed like this so I covered it with a light duster overcoat before I drove to the hotel. After parking in a lot where I could see the entrance to the convention center I sat there watching people arriving and getting into a line. A lot of them were dressed in costume. I finally worked up the nerve to get out of my car and toss the duster into the back seat. I got in line and began looking over the other costumed women. A lot of them were dressed as Xena. The variety of figures and costumes was overwhelming. Most of them didn't look very much like Lucy. They were too skinny, too fat, too short and very few had the right color of hair. The costumes were just as varied. Some of the costumes were almost comical in the amateurish appearance. Some were so well made that they looked like they may have come right out of the prop department of the show. When the doors of the convention hall opened I was glad to get inside away from the passing cars and the rude remarks of the people driving by. I was like a child in a candy store. The hall had been divided into different areas. There was an open area where fans could see the stage. Near the stage were tables where fans could line up for autographs from celebrity's when they were going to be available. Most of the place was vendor booths lined up in rows, selling everything from dolls to costumes. They all seemed to have free giveaway posters and plastic bags to carry your purchase in. I was busy checking out the booths, looking for anything I wanted to add to my collection. I was calculating how I could save money to buy the things I wanted to buy. It startled me when I felt a hand on my arm. When I turned to see who was touching me I was impressed by the stature of the women to my right. She was a tall woman with dark hair. I was struck with her authentic looking costume. Her armor looked just like the costume that Lucy wore in the first episode. Her sword was slung over her shoulder in an animal skin sheath and she had a shockrum tied to her right hip. I was pulled into her blue eyes. She complemented me on my Gabriela costume. I thanked her and told her that her costume looked like it was real. She admitted some of it was real and the rest she had made. About then an announcement was made that Lucy Lawless would arrive to sign autographs in a half-hour. The women directed me in the direction of the autograph tables by walking behind me with her hands on my hips. While we were in the line she told me her name was Elizabeth, but preferred Beth. I told her my name was Diane. We chatted about our interest in everything about the Xena show. She asked me if I was staying in the hotel and I told her that I was staying in a cheep motel to save money. We had developed a warm relationship by the time Lucy had arrived and we worked our way up to get her autograph. Afterwards Beth asked me if I wanted to buy anything before they closed the booths until tomorrow. I said I wanted to wait until the last minute. She directed me towards the lobby of the hotel in the same way she had before. As we worked our way through the crowd several women greeted Beth by name. She acknowledged them by name too. The women were looking at me too. Beth did not stop to introduce me to them. She was moving as if she was in a hurry. We went through the lobby to the elevators. She pushed the up button and she directed me to an elevator when the doors opened. She pushed the fourth-floor button and moved to the back of the elevator. She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs as she pulled me back against her. Her hands were resting on my hips and stroking me gently. When the elevator stopped we got out and she directed me to the right. She produced a plastic credit key card to open the door from her costume. When we were inside I saw a lot of memorabilia on top of the round table in front of the large window looking out over a nice park looking towards the city. There were two large chairs on rollers. I asked Beth if I could look at her memorabilia. Beth told me to make myself at home. So I was looking through her stuff while she removed her armor. She unbuckled the breastplate and placed it against the wall next to the dresser and TV cabinet. Then she removed the Roman style leather skirt and placed it on the armor. She removed her wristbands and jewelry. She placed them on her dresser. I watched as she unlaced the waist of her leather dress and pulled it over her head. She sat on the bed to remove her Roman style shin guard armor and sandals. When she stood up, she lifted her large breasts with both hands and wiped sweat from under them. I could smell the damp leather from where I stood. All she had on was leather underpants held up by a leather drawstring. She approached me and took me into her arms and surprised me by kissing me on the lips. At first I went rigid, then as I began to feel her hands stroking my back I relaxed. Her tongue went into my mouth and her hand's slide down my back to cup both cheeks of my ass. She squeezed my butt, as her kiss became more demanding. I felt the softness of her big breasts pressed against my body. Her breasts were creamy white with grayish-brown areolas with large nipples that were flat at the tip. They looked like large erasers on pencils. I was attracted to the smell of leather and the sweat of a large woman. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. I heard water running. I sat on the bed to think about what had just taken place. I knew she was what my schoolmates called a lesbian dyke, If I stayed she was going to make love to me. I had to decide if I wanted to leave or not. If I stayed it would mean that I would accept her advances. When I felt juices wetting my leather underpants, I knew that I wanted to find out what it was like for women to make love to each other. When she returned water was still clinging to her body where she failed to dry herself off after her sponge bath. When she saw that I was still there her smile beamed as she walked across the room she gathered me into her arms again. This time her kiss was even more demanding. She took hold of the rawhide lace in the front of my green wool and tan leather halter top and pulled them to loosen them. She lifted the halter up and over my head. My breasts felt cool being exposed to the air. Beth took them in her hands and massaged them almost as if she was giving me a breast examination. Her mouth was the first mouth to ever suck my pink nipples. When she reached for the leather drawstring holding my reddish leather skirt to my waist the skirt fell to the floor. Now we were both standing there in the room in nothing but our leather underpants. They were warm from our body heat. She pulled the drawstring on her own underpants. When the fell to the floor I saw her dark pubic bush. She shaved it just enough to keep the odd strand from poking out of the legs of her underpants. Beth turned me around so that my back was pressed against her naked body. She used her tongue to trace the inside of my ear as she reached under my arms to cup my breasts. She used her index fingers to toy with my nipples. They became hard and sensitive to her every manipulation. When she switched to the other ear she reached down to pull the drawstring and stretch the top of my underpants. She pushed them down and they fell around my feet. She rubbed her right hand over my pubic hair as her left hand returned to my left tit. She ran her finger between the lips of my cunt and toyed with my clitoris for a moment. Then she reached up and smeller her fingers and let me smell her fingers. I felt her move to my side so that her cunt came in contact with my hipbone. I felt her hair rubbing me as she masturbated herself on my hip. She picked me up like a child and carried me to one of the beds. When she laid me down she removed the leather underpants and dropped them on the floor. She stood there taking in my strawberry-reddish pubic hair. She let out a Xena yell and virtually dove onto the bed between my legs and claimed my cunt with her mouth. This was the first time anyone had ever touched my cunt other that doctor's. I had masturbated a little but not very often. When I felt her suck my clitoris into her mouth and suck on it, I felt like I was going to faint. She reached under my butt with both hands and lifted my ass off the bed as she pressed her face into my cunt. When she drilled her tongue into my vagina I was moaning and wiggling around on her hands. It could have been seconds or it could have been hours, because time lost all meaning to me, when I had a strong climax. The result was that I relaxed so completely that I peed in her face. Beth shocked me by drinking as much of my pee as she could. Just the same the bed under me became soaked in pee. When she pulled her hands out from under me my butt settled back onto the bed and felt the warm wetness on the bed spread. Beth got up and pulled me to my feet. She led me to the bathroom when she turned on the water in the tub. She adjusted the temperature before she switched it to the showerhead. She pulled me in after her. She washed me like a child. She took the Waterpick showerhead by the handle and adjusted it to the pulse and directed it at my cunt. It felt so good that I thought I would climax again. Then she washed the crack of my ass with a soapy hand then rinsed it with that pulsing spray. When she was satisfied that I was clean she turned off the water and reached for the towel and dried me like a baby. When we returned to the room she gave me a change of clothes. But she did not give me any underpants nor did she put any on. She told me she wanted me to check out of the motel and move in with her. We took the elevator down to the third floor basement. We found her metallic green Mustang convertible. We gathered up my belongings and checked me out of the motel quickly. When we returned to the hotel we went right up to her room and dropped my stuff off before going to the restaurant in the hotel. She selected a table in the back and rather than sit across from me she sat to the left of me. That way we both could see the dinning room. Several women that had been at the convention made eye contact and nodded at us. Beth returned the nods. She ordered dinner for the both of us. When the waitress left Beth leaned in my direction and placed her right hand under the white table cloth and took hold of my skirt and pulled it up until she could place her hand on my soft inner-thigh. I must have blushed, thinking everyone knew what she was doing. She slid her hand up until she was toying with my clitoris again. I could hardly sit still. I had another climax before the waitress returned with a folding stand and a tray with out dinner on it. I was so short of breath that my chest was heaving, as Beth smelled her fingers again. The waitress placed our plates in front of us and smiled sweetly as she asked if there was anything else she could do to make our meal more enjoyable. Beth smiled and said thank you, not at the moment. I felt so naked sitting there with my skirt up around my lap. I had not even noticed the buss-boy standing near a pillar until I finished my salad. He was there picking up the dish and filling our water glasses with iced water. The water had a slight lemony taste. When we finished dinner Beth selected two slices of a decadent chocolate cake from the dessert cart for both of us. She told the waitress to bring us a sweet red wine and she ordered it by name. After the waitress returned with two glasses and left to service another table. We took a bite of the cake. I could taste several different kinds of chocolate. The icing was dark and tasted very coca like. Each of the four layers tasted different. The creamy icing between each layer tasted different too. Some had a coffee taste. The wine was sweet but it did clean the pallet between each bit, so I could enjoy the taste of each bit of the cake. As the buss-boy removed the last plate the waitress returned with the bill. Beth signed for it and we sat back to enjoy the after glow of a fine meal. Then one of the middle- aged women that had nodded at Beth approached us. Beth invited her to have a seat. We talked about what we thought about the convention and what we were planning on buying the next day. The conversation was light. Finally we made our good byes and as I stood up I had forgotten that my skirt was up around my waist. Before the skirt fell everyone saw my pink pubic hair. The other woman and the waitress both gave me the sweetest smiles. I could have died when I felt the skirt fall and knew that these women had seen my naked cunt. The women said I hope I see more of you soon and shook my hand. Beth led me back to her room. Room service had been there and changed the bedding. Beth undressed me and told me how proud she was of me. She sat me on the side of the bed and knelt in front of me and sucked my cunt until I climaxed. I fell back on the bed to catch my breath. Beth pulled me to my feet and turned me around and pushed me forward until I crawled up onto the bed on my knees. Beth used her hands to let me know that she wanted me to lean forward. When I was on all fours she parted the cheeks of my butt with both hands. When I felt her breath on my anus, my arms collapsed and my face pressed against the bed spread. When I felt her tongue being forced into my asshole I bit the spread. No one had ever even touched me there before, let alone kissed me there before. It seemed so dirty and so exciting that she wanted to do that to me. When I climaxed again I felt my juices dripping out of my cunt. Beth did let any touch the bed. Now it was my turn she lay on the bed with her head on the pillow and legs bent and spread. I lay on my tummy between them. I relished the smell of her cunt. The hair tickled my nose. I sucked her cunt until she grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into her cunt. I knew she was climaxing and I slurped up everything that she gave me. She pulled me up on top of her and kissed me on the mouth. When I settled next to her and in the crux of her underarm I turned my face to her body so I could take her nipple into my mouth. What a way for me to go to sleep. In the morning we got dressed in our costumes, but Beth didn't let me put on my leather underpants. We had breakfast and gathered with her friends while we waited for the convention to open. The woman we had talked to last night was the first to move next to me and feel my ass. I didn't want to embrace myself by making a fuss. She took that as encouragement and her hand went under my leather skirt. She gave me a warm smile as she felt my smooth ass. With my back to the wall and a group of costumed women gathered around us, and with a study chatter of women talking the women slipped a finger into my asshole. I had a hard time standing still. I actually had a climax. My face flushed and I let out a moan. Everyone looked at me. I could have died. The women pulled her finger out of my ass and smell it and tasted it. All the other women told Beth that I was charming and they hoped I would date them too. I blushed like a fool. The day was a blur. I bought the additions to my costume I wanted and Beth bought me a very nice necklace with our names ingrained in it. I could not even guess how many times different women groped my cunt or ass. Beth helped me pack up my stuff and walked me to my car. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses. After one last kiss, I was on my way home. I knew that I would be staying with Beth at the next convention in the area. I was thinking about if I should tell Linda or not. I was not sure how she would react to my newfound sexuality. I you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.