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72601 No.72601
Just like the Vicki thread, I feel posting a Frankie Foster thread.
Others are welcome, but the main focus here is Frankie herself.

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Obligatory Frankie/Anne Marie pairing.

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>>72610
Mac has no legs.

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What's going on here?

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>>72645
His entire body is being sucked inside.

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I don't get the Frankie/Anne Marie pairing at all. And yet I find myself with no objections to it.

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>>72730

I remember what started part of it. Some kinda interaction with Anti Drug Girl and 420 Mascot and some editing of the slogan..don't remember exactly then Frankie became involved.

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You can never get too much of a good thing.

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>>72785
Well, you said it... so, more?

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>>72917
You can probably tell that I totally ship FrankiexAnne Marie.

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>>72934
Bah, this is almost as bad as the actual ending.

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>>72626

Does anyone know where I can get a copy of that Frankie/Anne Marie fanfic?

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>>72934
Didn't that happen in St. Elsewhere?

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>>74085

Yep!

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>>74085
That's the infamous finale of the series, that apparently made another bunch of series just part of Tommy Westphall's imagination.

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>>75582
>Arrested Development is off of Law & Order
wut

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Who even IS Anne Marie? I've never heard of her or seen her in anything. I am seriously confused about the origins, here.

>>72618
Also, this is making my eyeballs extremely happy. And by extension, several other organs.

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>>75621
Anne Marie is from one of those "above the influence" anti-drug advertisements.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28G4shuIiKs

I'll try and find the story if I can.

Does anyone even use the term "lemon" anymore?

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>>75622
Well, I'm proud of myself today.

Dear Penthouse,

I'm not what you'd call a social person. There's really nothing I have to do but sit around and while away my life until I can graduate. I moved here not too long ago and I don't know people except to say 'hi,' and my class is sort of small and everyone knows each other. Sometimes I just wander the neighborhood, thinking about where I used to live, wishing I still had friends.

I saw her the first time while I was doing that...

I guess she reminded me of myself. She went to the same school a year under me, and she was kind of the outcast of her group. Well, the weird one, maybe. She dressed weird, had a funky purse, all that stuff. But she was cute. Really cute. She had thoughtful little eyes and a nose mouth and chin so close together you'd think about kissing them all at once. And she was a girl my age. What was I supposed to want?

Of course I knew the chances on her being the way I was were a hundred to one, but you have to try. And at least maybe we could be friends.

So at first I said hey, did that for a couple of days as she walked past me on the way from wherever she went after school. I actually got to learn her name was Anne Marie. Once I actually had a conversation with her about it, just a short one, but she sort of hurried off. I didn't get why, but the next day I decided to use bait. I'd just found something fun in my brother's sock drawer.

"So, um, look, I have some stuff, and..."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Uh, you know, some weed and I wouldn't mind sharing..."

She got this alarmed look in her eyes, but then calmed down a lot, like she was thinking hard. "I'm... I don't think so, sorry, I have to go home same time most days."

I thought because of the way she dressed she must be kind of hip - moreso than me, anyway - but it looked like I'd been wrong. You can never tell what somebody's like from their clothes, is that lesson. But I couldn't quit, so I tried to lighten the mood. "You know, *everybody's* doing it," I cracked.

She might have taken me seriously. It was the weirdest thing. She was sort of astonished, but I think I saw her smile, too, just a little, either at herself or me.

I didn't see her for a few days after that. I figured she must have changed her walking route to avoid me and gave it up for a loss. Kind of a blow to your self-esteem to think that you can't even make a casual accquaintance of a girl you think is cute who doesn't even know you're gay. Or maybe she had? Was I giving off a vibe? These kind of things make you question yourself.

I stopped walking around the neighborhood. Believe it or not, I actually asked mom for chores to do after school. She usually rides me less about other stuff if I make a token effort, and since there was nothing else to do, why not?

I was hosing down the stairwell that leads to our apartment when I saw her again. Anne Marie was just walking by, sassy little purse swinging from her shoulder, looking in my direction. I didn't even say anything and she stopped.

"Uh, hey," I said.
"Hi," she said back. She didn't seem to have any other words on hand, but didn't leave, either. She had to want to talk, though, right? Otherwise why wouldn't she go?
"Um, you have time to hang out?"

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Anne Marie did this gesture where she shouldered her bag again, even though it wasn't slipping. She was nervous, and I could see it. There was just no knowing why. Was I that creepy?

"I don't... today..."

I needed some more bait. "Well, if you do sometime, I wouldn't mind doing some stuff with you." It wasn't a specific statement, but more of a general thing that was perfectly true. My family doesn't get home until late, there's always money left for pizza, we have a great entertainment system and I can stay out pretty much as late as I want. But that wasn't how she took it.

Her face was sort of turned away from me, even if her eyes weren't. "You mean more pot?"

I thought that was what she wanted. "Sure!"

"I hafta go."

She took off, and I felt perfectly stupid. But just the same, I remembered to work outside around the same time the next day, just for the chance to see her again. Even if she decided to walk on the other side of the street to avoid me, I wanted to, just so that she'd see I wouldn't go out of my way to bother her or anything.

So I was hosing down the steps again, sort of leaning in the doorframe. I thought she might not come by. I was about to give it up for a loss, as soon as I could shoot one stubborn patch of dust off, when I heard her voice behind me.

"Hi."

I turned around, the hose slipped from my hand and hit the step next to my leg, which splashed some water before turning off. Not on her, thank god, but on my pant leg. She started, did the purse thing again, but didn't run off. "H-hey." Well, now I looked like a total flake. Had to say something, had to say something. "Good to see you." *Oh, nice.*

"You, too." She crossed her arms. She had on those funny little forarm covers that don't attach to anything, I don't know what you call them.

"Really?" I almost stuttered that.

Since she had her head hung down like she didn't want me to look at her face, her eyes got fixed on my pants. The wet pant leg was drippy looking. "I'm so sorry, those are really nice jeans."

They weren't great, but I guess they were expensive. And it was a compliment. "It's not your fault. I'm just dumb."

I think that was the first time she actually met my eyes with hers. They were cattish and amused and smart, but also pensive, like she'd thought a lot about me, like I'd thought a lot about her.

"I don't think so."

I suddenly felt like I was in way over my head. This was the kind of girl who could stop you with a look, the kind of girl who was too cool to bother with anyone (let alone a chick!) like me for any reason. Why did I think we could've been friends?

But she didn't think I was dumb, at least. "Er, thanks. I guess I fooled you, then."

She giggled, and I knew I hadn't fucked up too badly. Even if someone's laughing at you, at least they're feeling something positive. "So, are you busy with... cleaning, right now?"

"Why?" *No, you stupid cunt!* my mind shouted at me. *Don't ask why!* "I mean, no, no way."

"Oh. Good. I'd like to hang out, if you can." She was actually relaxing with me.

"That's cool. Do you have somewhere in mind to go, or do you want to come in? I was just going to order a-"

"I'll come in," she enthused, and now she was smiling and adjusting her purse and meeting my eyes. I was thrilled. It was hard for me to turn away from her to lead her through my front door, which she was smart enough not to slam since it was one of those mostly-glass things.

"Yeah, uh, we haven't finished redoing the kitchen yet since we just moved in, but the living room's done and that's where I usually..." I looked down at myself. Shit, my jeans were still wet. I pulled one of the belt loops and felt how stuck it was to my skin. "I've gotta change my pants, though, if you don't mind. I can't sit on the couch this way, so..."

I got cut off. Well, cut myself off. I wanted to know what the tug I felt on the back of my pants was.

"They're really nice," Marie Anne said, kind of to herself. She'd gripped another belt loop and was pulling. I couldn't help but step back towards her. "The pants, I mean..."

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"Umm," I ummed to myself. "I'm glad you like them. I don't dress as cool as you..."

She was pulling so hard on that loop, now, that we were practically standing so that my back was touching her. She had to be able to see how off my breathing was getting. She had to notice.

The funny thing was, hers was the same way.

"I like the way you look," Anne Marie murmured. I glanced over our shoulders as she finished pulling our bodies together. Her mouth was right behind my ear. She was blushing.

I'm proud to say that I didn't say anything to particularly embarass myself. "I like the way you look, too."

There was no doubting it. She was pressing us together, and the arm that had been holding up her purse went slack as she put her hand on my side. That hand went up until it was touching my bra strap, and I felt my own hands tighten around the base of her shirt.

"That's great."

I wish I could brag about how I was an old hand at spontaneously getting this close to girls, but I wasn't. I guess, technically, I wasn't even 'out.' I'd never gone on a date with another girl, or anything - just made out when I got the odd chance, and that was all I knew.

I also knew that this wasn't going to be the same. She bent her head so close to mine for her kiss that our necks hurt. It was worth it in every way, though. She didn't have any lipstick on, so her mouth felt soft and fresh. She only wanted to peck, it seemed, but after she tried to pull away she stopped herself and kissed harder. I did, too. I kissed so hard that she let out a surprised whimper - but this time she didn't scurry off and leave me lonely. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and I reached behind the both of us to grab her back and press. For a second she shut her eyes, but then she opened them. I couldn't shut mine. I wanted to see her.

*Cute.*

I had to spin myself around to push into her. Had to. It wasn't even a question. I knew my rack was bigger, but her nippes were really hard. Our boobs pushed together through the shirts, and although they didn't like up like in a porn movie, it felt nice to feel her poke my skin like that. Better yet, it made her gasp. This seemed like it might be her first time out, too.

*Oh god, yes.*

I hugged Marie Anne like she might get away from me. She didn't seem to know where to grab, but I didn't mind her going anywhere. Finally she settled for putting a hand on my back, and one on my butt. I liked that.

I didn't mean to push us into something, I just needed to do it because my legs were too weak to hold myself up anymore. So her back brushed into the foyer wall and I started kissing her neck, the front, the sides, then the back with little bites, sort of like a necklace. She squirmed, not to escape but to feel more of me with her hands and torso, and she caught our legs up together. That felt nice.

"Aaah."

My leg was stuck between hers. This was the dry one, luckily, and of course, one of hers was right between mine. I sat my crotch down on it by just a bit - not the weight, but in a way that got me nice and settled on the hard part of her thigh.

Instant gratification. I found myself squeezing her leg and forcing my hips down against it. She was doing the same to mine, and we were hugging and kissing furiously. We couldn't have been much closer, and the warm, wet drip she was putting out through her pants told me she was happy, too.

But we still had our clothes on.

*I have to do something about that bullshit.*

That shirt of hers was pretty easy to get off, since it was fashionably outsized. I just grabbed it by the collar and pulled up and it flew away, not to be thought of again. *No bra. Oh, hell yes.* I reached out and put a hand on her boob. It wasn't big, but like I said, that nipple was hard. She squealed just from me touching it and yanked on my shirt like she was ready to tear it off, too.

It was harder for her to get my tee off, but I let her. I loved it. The idea of undressing each other like that was great. I had a bra, but here's the cool thing about getting intimate with another woman - they know how to get the fucking things off.

I know my breasts are kind of big, but I'd never been too proud of them. Not until right then. Because Marie Anne liked them a lot, judging by the way she clamped her mouth down on one and then the other. She sucked like she was a baby, giving a twitch every time I kneaded one of her nipples right back.

"Aaaah, ahh, that..."

I didn't know what I was trying to say as she started flicking her tongue over my areola, but it didn't matter. She'd fought being in charge of the situation out of my hands again, and that made me feel good. It let me know she was as into this as I was. "G-gaah, you..."

Even though Anne Marie was a little smaller than me, she was able to push me onto my back like I weighed nothing. I fell, she fell on top of me, and then she reached down. Now my jeans were wet from more than just water, and she ducked her hands in the front easier for it. At first it was outside the underwear, and I wanted more so badly I felt my eyes tear up and I groaned into her mouth. But she was kind enough to slip a finger in my panties, and I was glad even though it hurt badly not to have it inside me yet.

And when she did put it inside me, I had my first orgasm. Not a big one, but it was real, and it made me twist my back hard and pull her jeans where I'd been holding them. They fell, with her underwear, which were silky and so wet they clung to my fingers. I ran my hands all over her thighs and ass before I got to her snatch, and knew I had to tease her like she was teasing me. How couldn't I return a favor like that?

Marie Anne didn't quit, though. She had nice, short fingernails that prodded without hurting, and I was so damn wet that she got two in almost right away. That was as far as I'd ever gotten by myself, but I'd never been as harsh as her. She finger-fucked me faster than I was used to while I rubbed her where it was hottest and wettest until my own fingers slipped inside.

This was about the time when we found each others clits, and the screaming started.

I always wondered if another girl would really smell the same as me, and Marie Anne didn't. She smelled way better. Felt better, too - she was a little wrinklier inside, although that might have just been my unfamilarity. But mostly she was tight, and every time I got my other fingers to tease that tiny nub of hers she'd clamp down on the middle one without even meaning to. We were having trouble kissing each others mouths now because of all the noises we were making, so I settled for breathing hard into her neck. Her collarbone and mine were rattling against each other because we were panting so hard.

I couldn't take being on my back anymore. I wanted to pin her down and make her come harder than I had, and so I held her close and rolled so that she was under me. It coincided with an assault on her clit that made her shut her eyes and bite her lip, so I had no trouble. She was close to our door, and I wondered if through the frosted glass, people on the street could see our silhouettes as we fucked. I really didn't care. It wouldn't stop me.

It's amazing, the things you think about during sex. For me it needed comparing to every playground rumor ever. I remembered the first time I'd seen a love scene in a movie, and then a porn video, and how different they'd been.

I didn't need to ask myself which one I looked like I was in now, because I knew there had been no sixty-nining in a movie love scene, and that was just what I wanted to do.

I've read that men can have trouble finding the right position to do this at because they need the angle and distance for their penises right. We didn't need to worry about that. I was able to lay myself all the way down on Marie Anne, shove my mouth into her little bit of muff and start licking. It was this odd (and oddly familiar) taste that I knew was different from mine, too. I was lucky. I loved it. And better yet, her sauce was extra warm and coming in big portions.

She was shyer with me. I think she might have been afraid that this was the last step to really, truly being gay, but I never asked. What happened was that she started by just sticking her tonge out, then in, to probe. Since it was stiff, when she moved it I moved too. She made my whole spine tremble with nothing but that, and made gave my sweating body chills.

*Oh, God.* I knew I was going to come again. I was dripping so much now, and it might be falling into Marie Anne's face. If that was a problem, she didn't let me know it, because she had begun lapping like a dog. I wasn't used to feeling anything so good come so hard or so fast, so I tried to imitate her. I went so fast that I could see my pink tongue hit her lips, show just a little bit of cunt, and then get soaked with her excitement.

I couldn't keep up with her, but I tried. I guess I did okay, because her palms pushed into my ass and she bucked, shaking. I licked her clit, but I knew she was already all the way there, and so was I. She came and I lapped it up as fast as I could, just to savor it, just to be dirty. I came and when I looked behind me I saw that it covered her face. She was exhaustedly licking it from her lips.

"Whoa," I breathed.

"Yeah," she agreed.

For a second I was scared of what might happen. Was it weird? Regrettable? Was it-

But then she hugged me about the neck, pulled me back to the foyer floor and kissed me. I'd just had my mouth on her pussy, but she kissed me, and I kissed back. It went on like that for a while, with a bit of slowed-down leg-riding added in while we were still at our most sensitive.

"I... uh, I think..." she began to rasp, with our cheeks pressed together, still staring me in the eyes. "We should keep hanging out, a lot."

I was way too tired to make a big show of how happy I was, but you can bet I felt it. I spoke right into her ear now, just above her blue hoop earring. "Yeah. I think we should be... really close friends."

She nodded against me. "I'm into that."

- Gunwild

PFFFT, ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! GUNWILD?!

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>>72607
years later, we are still waiting for a sauce on this one



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