Desire Me

Title: Desire Me

Author: mao

Disclaimer: Velvet Goldmine belongs to Michael Stipe, Todd Haynes,
and a lot of other people, most namely not me. I'm just a poor
teenager not trying to make any money from this, and if you sue me,
all you'll get is some soda bottles.

Author's Notes: Just a little something to clarify the characters
of Mandy and Shannon. I find this highly plausible. Not for the faint
of heart; it's pretty much pornography.

Warnings: Graphic sexual activities between two women. Mmm.

She's wet, and my fingers slip into her easily. She's writhing
under me, taking me up to the hilt and still moaning for more. She
arches her back, eyes closed and lips parted, a delicate pant coming
out of her mouth.

Who would have thought, right? Shannon - fucking Shannon, the odd
woman out, shy little girl with loads of frizzy hair who hides in the
corner - is panting, screaming as though God were speaking to her.
Her legs are wrapped around my hips and she's bucking into me like a
wild animal, moaning and crying out. Her nails are so deep in my
back, I know I must be bleeding, and yet she's oblivious to
everything but my mouth on her skin and my fingers inside of her.

Like I said - who would have thought?

Certainly not me.

Granted, I didn't approach her. She came to me. She was upset -
she usually is - because she keeps hoping that Brian will pay
attention to her. That one night, he'll take her aside and fuck her.

Like that'll ever happen. Hah.

But she just looked so upset this morning. Of course, after
fucking Jerry, who wouldn't be? And then when she found out that Curt
and Brian had run away for a while...her face just broke, completely.
Tears leaking out of her eyes, her face screwed up like a little
girl's. Clearly, she was trying not to cry, but she was failing
miserably.

"Oh darling," I tried telling her. "Brian's perfectly capable of
fucking whomever he fancies." But she looked so dejected...and I
didn't really like seeing her like that. I don't like to think of
anyone feeling rejected, especially not when it comes to Brian. I
love him and he's my husband, but frankly, the man doesn't notice
that half the planet has it bad for him. That look on her face just
made it so clear that she needed a good shag, instead of Jerry or
Brian.

And she is pretty, in a delicate, childish sort of way. I just had
to feel bad for her, because she's not at all anything he'll ever
want. So I gave her a hug, with the idea that it would be a matronly
reassurance that one day she would get someone who loved her. That
she wouldn't just be another staff groupie, she'd be something
better.

I'm not sure who kissed whom though. I think she kissed me, but
I'm still not certain. Maybe I kissed her. I wouldn't put it past
myself; I may well have. Stranger things have been known to happen.

Either way, the next thing I knew, her lips were on mine, soft and
clearly yearning, but also tentative, as if she thought I might push
her away and scream at her. I wasn't about to do that, terrible and
obviously inexperienced kisser though she was.

She started off so tenderly, with such poor lip control, and then
suddenly she was kissing me harder and faster, and her lips were
suctioned onto the lower half of my face, and I was wondering how the
hell to get out of this - and then she put her hand on my breast.

I don't know what changed in that moment, but suddenly my body
went wild, despite the fact that I'd been shagging until nearly five
that morning, and I wanted her, right there, at that moment.

I peeled off her jacket, and she groped me, hard, playing with my
nipple, through my gown. We were kissing, almost passionately now,
and she moved down to my neck, bruising me, punishing me for not
having noticed her before.

But when I went for the zipper than held the back of her dress
shut, she stopped, skinskin suddenly cold, and pulled back. My body
was aching for her by then - for anyone, really - but she just looked
at me, her eyes heavily lidded and shy again.

"Not here," she said, but I'd already grabbed her hand. We stepped
over sleeping bodies and hurried down the hall. I pulled out my key
to Brian's room and we entered the empty, still messy room. She
pushed me down on the unmade bed, climbing on top of me, and began
mutilating my earlobe. It sent chills down my spine, and I became
hers'.

And so, here we are. We're nude on this bed, and God only knows
what else has happened on here recently. I mean, sure, two naked
people in a bed doesn't prove sex was involved, but just the same...

She's biting me now, her lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking
and torturing me with her tongue and teeth. I want her to touch me
with her hands, but she's shivering and shaking, gasping and moaning,
so I know that her climax isn't far off.

Somehow I jsut wish this could have happened a while ago. It
started off so badly, with her inexperience and shyness. It had been
so awkward, but now she's bucking and writhing, uninhibited and doing
whatever feels right. I wish I could have this Shannon sooner - but
who knows, right? We may have more fun like this in the future.

"Oh! Oh!" She's becoming loud, vocal. I hope she calls my name -
it's been so long since I've heard someone say my name in that
gasping voice, in that tone that says they need me, they desire me,
they want me, if only for this one, simple moment.

"Oh, oh, yes, please." Her mouth descends again on my flesh, hot
and wet and sending chills down my spine. She's shaking as if she
might fall apart at any moment, and while I pump a little harder, a
little faster with my hand, my free arm is around her, holding her
close, trying to keep her from shattering.

"Oh, God, yes!" She's so close now, I can feel it. Her head's bent
back, eyes closed in near-ecstasy, sheer, unguarded pleasure on her
face.

"Oh, fuck me!" A littler harder. A littler faster.

"Please! Please!" Who would have guessed this horny vixen was
hidden inside her even as recently as last night, when Jerry fucked
her on the floor while she lay there, still and frigid.

"Just like that, yes!" And she knows what she wants. Suddenly she
freezes, perfectly still, and I stop. And then she lets loose with a
blood-curdling scream.

"Yes, Brian! Yes!"