Ashley’s fantasy (Ashley’s POV, obviously):  

Let me start by saying that I’ve known Spence nearly my entire life.  I was born three months before she was, but I don’t remember a lot about those first few months before I met my best friend.  My mom likes to remind me that I was a natural at the whole breast-feeding thing, that I latched on like a champ.  In fact, I apparently was so enthused about breasts that I’d try to suckle on any female that held me, prompting my mom to joke that I thought I had a monopoly on all the breasts in the neighborhood.  She says she should have known I’d be gay just from that.  My other big memory is of Paula being really fat and kinda cranky.  My mom told me that meant I’d have a little friend coming soon.  I figured that was ok as long as she didn’t break up my monopoly.  Mom’s sister was really fat too around the same time, even bigger than Paula, and every few minutes, you’d see little bumps on her tummy, which my dad told me was Aiden and Kyla fighting.  Given how Aiden turned out, I’d guess it was Kyla winning most of the time.  Of course, there was Glen too.  He was obnoxious, even as a one year old, so I’d spend most of my time with him sticking my tounge out and gloating because I was the cuter baby and people paid more attention to me.  Ha ha Glen!  

Anyway, that all changed when Spence came around.  At first, I have to say she was really ugly.  Yeah, I know she’s beautiful now, well more than beautiful, just smokin’ hot, but when she was first born she was this fat lump of red screaming tissue that was stealing all of the attention away from me.  So of course, I took a big dump in my diaper, which prompted my first conversation with Spencer.  After I taught her the peeing on parents move I knew that this kid was cool and we’d be good friends.  She’d be my protoge in the ways of messing one’s diaper and of course, suckling on mommy.  She turned out gay too.  Who’da thunk it?  

So now we’re both sixteen, and neither of us have had a "first time".  For me, it’s because none of the girls I’ve dated have come close to being Spencer.  I know it sounds sad, but I just tell Spence some crap about wanting to save myself for the right person.  I dont’ know what Spence’s excuse is, but in the back of my head, I’m kind of hoping it’s because she feels the same way about me being the right person.  We’ve been there for each other through all of the dyke drama that comes with dating people of the female sex, and not "putting out", as some people so crudely put it.   

Speaking of putting out, I’m supposed to be telling you about my fantasy first time with Spence.  It’d go something like this:  I’d take her some where for a nice, candlelit dinner, some place a little nicer than McDonald’s, I’d hope.  We’d have dessert, served to us by Bub, who would bring out some Jamiaca raisins for me on a little platter.  (Damn, but those things were GOOD).  Then there would be little dancing gnomes with tiny instruments to provide the background mood music for us while we gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes.  Shortly after that, we’d retreat back to a nice hotel (read: more than a shack, but something I could afford, being a teenager and all), and confess to each other our deep-seated emotions, then go at it bunnies.  

Ok, so you guys want more details than "going at it like bunnies", don’t you, you smut-mongers?  First I will say, shame on you!  Obviously, most of you never get laid and hence need to read about other people’s sexual exploits, don’t ya?  Just kidding.   

So after we’d confessed our love to each other, we’d…