Thanks to my Editors, especially Dowyd, Dragonsweb and Sue, and other assorted Advance Readers!

It was another miserable Saturday night all alone for Marcie and Rachael. They had gone out to a few clubs the night before in their ever-hopeful quest to find a nice man or two, but like nearly all of their recent attempts to find love and or companionship it had come to naught ... as usual. Alone and depressed, the two young ladies decided to stay in tonight and watch movies and chow down on popcorn and Häagen-Dazs ice cream. It was merely Rum Raisin tonight, as Rachael had polished off all of the chocolate late last night, and she was still whining about wanting some more ... but not badly enough to put on some street clothes to walk down five blocks to the grocery store. This certainly didn't stop her from whining about her current deprivation seemingly endlessly.

"Damn it Rachael! If you don't quit bitching about your lack of chocolate, I swear I'm going to brain you with this popcorn bowl! Put your jeans and coat on and go down to the damned store and get some chocolate! I'll even come with you to make sure you make it there and to help carry it all back so you don't eat it all, again, on the way back!

Rachael muttered something, but she didn't actually bother to pry herself off of the sofa to get dressed. Both women were dressed in their usual private apartment attire; just bra-less short tank tops and thong panties. The roommates were both well used to seeing each nude or nearly nude on a regular daily basis. In the past they had been roommates together in college and now, a few years later, they were still living together here in the big city in a dumpy and painfully small one bedroom apartment that, between both of their jobs, they could just barely afford. There was little to no privacy here under the best of circumstances and they even had to share the single small bed in their only bedroom. Marcie actually preferred to sleep nude and Rachael was a nearly shameless exhibitionist, but they both tried to keep some minimal clothing on as much as possible. There was an ever growing feeling of sexual tension between the two young ladies, mostly due to the fact that neither of them currently had boyfriends, or even fuck-buddies, and their sexual frustration had lately grown to record levels.

Distracted at this thought, Marcie's mind started to wander back to thoughts of her almost severe sexual need and her eyes, as they had been nearly all afternoon, returned to the moist area centered on Rachael's barely covered crotch. At the moment, one whole baby smooth cunt lip was quite on public display. This particular thong was an old one and had shrunk a great deal in the wash. If Rachael shifted just a tiny bit more onto her side, her shaved gash and clit would be plainly in sight.

Marcie tingled all over at this contemplation and involuntarily licked her lips. She and Rachael had been together for about five years now, since their second year of college, but they had never been lovers. Oh, they hugged and kissed (chastely) a lot and saw each other naked disturbingly often, but they had never quite crossed over the line into a lesbian relationship ... until now. Marcie now just couldn't get her mind (and eyes) off of Rachael's vaginal area as she suddenly had wild vivid fantasies of what she would like to do to that rather neglected cunt with her mouth and tongue.

Rachael too was similarly distracted this afternoon. Marcie was wearing one of her oldest and most worn out white tank tops that barely covered her soft and pure white breasts at all. Her nipples poked out about a full inch and the darkness of her areolas around them was plainly visible. Rachael had masturbated herself off in the bathroom about an hour ago and while her fingers were twiddling her clit her eyes were closed but fixated upon the memory of Marcie's flawless breasts. Why she was suddenly now having thoughts of licking and caressing and suckling those large long nipples she wasn't sure, but she knew she needed to do something to relieve these urges. She needed a man! Or two hands and a mouth full of Marcie's breasts ... and the sooner the better.

The women slowly arose from their seats and moved toward the other, their need for love and sexual release now too strong to be contained. They would have kissed in passion just another moment when Marcie saw something out of the far corner of her eye; something seen but normally unseeable, just the slightest flicker of awareness from her unconscious mind. The spell of arousal that consumed her suddenly weakened and she didn't waste a moment to grab up the heavy Pyrex popcorn bowl from the coffee table and she suddenly flung it at the ghostly and nearly invisible apparition.

'It's always better to be lucky than to be good', as Marcie's father would always say to her, and her aim was true! In a million to one shot, her thrown bowl hit the small flying object dead on and it crashed against a bookcase and then fluttered weakly to the ground. With a frantic pounce, Marcie all but lept over the sofa to grab the creature before it could catch his senses and disappear again. With a cry of savage triumph, she grabbed and firmly secured her prize, and Cupid, the mighty hunter of love, had been, himself, captured and was now entirely at the mercy of two young nubile and extremely sexually frustrated young ladies!

"Stop! Stop! And let me go you ruffians ... you feminine mashators! Let me go at once!" Cupid sputtered, his head still a little dizzy from the impact of the heavy popcorn bowl.

"Oh look! He's so cute!" Rachael squeaked, as she came over to give the tiny foot tall godling a good look. "Hee hee, look at his teeny little willie! It's not even a inch long!"

"Slander!" The small mythological creature sputtered. "Be ashamed you wicked young maiden, oh base and false teller of untruths! On Olympus, my member is among the mightiest and even the divine Priapus bows before my preeminence!"

"On Olympus, well maybe ... but right here and now you look a tad shriveled at the moment. It is cold outside here in early February isn't it? So the divine and immortal Cupid has fallen prey to shrinkage? How the mighty have fallen ... and shrunk. I wonder if your cute little hairless balls are ticklish?"

"Ewww!" Rachael cringed. "He's just barely a foot tall ... that's too much like kiddie-diddling for me. Gross!"

"Yeah, you do have a point there. It would be like robbing the cradle ... literally, and it would only be starting something that little junior here isn't up to finishing. I swear, your clit is larger than his little tiny prick!"

"I knew it! You have been looking at my cunt a lot lately and then licking your lips afterward each time. You want to go dyke and eat me out and then we'll never find any men!" With that thought, Rachael burst into an eruption of tears, enough so that even Cupid was moved to gently pat her on her blubbering head.

Actually Marcie really did now want to go full blown dyke upon Rachael's delicious looking snatch ... but Marcie had her temper up and wasn't going to let the mischievous godling go quite yet! Cupid just glared at her.

"Look, fun is fun and all that, and yes I did shoot arrows into both of you so that you would be lovers ... you're really both in a dreadfully frustrated state! It says so right in my Blackberry Love Scheduler! Accept your fate and let me go! Then the two of you can spend a nice enjoyable evening in the bedroom together tongue lashing each other's clits. Sounds nice, doesn't it? Besides, I'm not a child! I'm over three thousand years old, and well over the age of consent!"