My Story?

Today, Booky poo... er I mean, Dr. Booker suggested that instead of writing smut for ya'll, to tell you about how, and why I started, to write my smutty smutty smut fics. Aren't you excited?! Hey! Where the hell do ya'll think you're going? Get back here! *Ties you to your chairs* Ya comfy? Good.

I had watched every PepSi compilation vid that Pepsienglish had put up at least ten times each. At least. Some more than others. I just could not get over how much I loved this pair. I wanted more and decided to click on that link to Random_Flores' journal. I read every single one of her recaps in a night and loved how she spotted little details that I had missed.

I still wanted more, which led me to click on the link to the Pepa_Silvia community on Livejournal and there, I discovered something I never knew existed... Fanfiction. I had never belonged to an online community before nor any fandom and I strolled in with wide eyed wonder. I read every single fic I could find. Funny, angsty, smutty, everything! Some that I would reread because a new LHDP ep wasn't up yet. In short, I just could not get enough of these beautiful, sexy, funny women. I needed more. Like a junkie I was, and PepSi was my fix. I decided then, that I would write a fic to calm my addiction, but I had no plot in mind.

It wasn't until after I finished watching ep. 8x05 "Amores Improbables" and playing Eye Of The Tiger on Guitar Hero that I finally got an idea for a fic. That idea being, "What if Pepa and Silvia made a bet to not touch the other? Who would win?" It was a hilarious image I had in my mind, where they would walk in from opposite sides of the bullpen, posse following, as they met in the middle, an explosion of some sort signalling the start of the fight. Eye Of The Tiger playing in their minds.The Competition.

I had never written a fic, and to be honest, I wasn't planning on writing smut as my first go. Or at all. But my mind, apparently, is an extremely dirty one. And before I knew it, Chapter 4 was written. That chapter took me an hour, and I found that the majority of that time was spent, not on the sexy time, but on what else happened. Writing the sex came easy to me. It flowed out. And when Onemorefan asked me to write my thoughts on what happened after Silvia and Pove had their first coffee together, I wrote what I thought happened in that inbetween and again the intimate moments in that fic just flowed out.

I got positive feedback, so I continued, letting my mind be as dirty and guttered as it wanted to be. The sexy time fics taking less than 20 min to complete. It was so easy to put into words what I horndoggily imagined.

I was having fun with this couple, writing one shots, smutty or otherwise. But then ep. 104 happened, and well... I was depressed. It sucked. I was so beaten up about it. My fangirl heart was broken... but out of the crap finale came so many fics by so many different writers and it kinda made the finale worth it. Especially since out of those fics, many were quite racy, dare I say, smutty. And it was those fics that pulled me out of my emo state. Zoonerz, Raven_bard, Dontstophoping, and lmps all wrote fantastic ones and gave me an idea, the Smut Off.

From that point on, I think everyone started to think that I was just this big ole horndog. And it's quite true. Though there is a softer side to me guys. And that side of me wants to thank every single person in the PepSi community, forums, and boards. You guys are fantastic and I seriously love you guys. You all make my time worth while, and those that comment on my fics, I really appreciate it and know that it makes me happy whenever I do get them.

My horndog side, just wants you to feel how velvetty smooth my softer side is. xD

*Unties you all* Thanks for listening... er, reading, yes, reading, willingly. Besitos.

Bathroom Scene

by Junebuggy
Head of Smut Department

Hi ladies. Recently there was a debate going on about what transpired between our two lovely ladies after the bathroom scene. Many believe that they just made out. And many, like myself, believe they went all the way and did a naked touchdown dance. I mean, that is what "all the way" looks like right? Touchdown dances?...Nakedly? No?...

Whatever, anyways, my belief that they made love together is not simply because I like the imagery that gives me, cause God knows that I do, but it's the fact that there was so much heat  emanating from that bathroom. Too much to simply stop at a simple makeout session. ~~~~~~~~~

I stand here with my hand on the door, preparing to leave my sister's house. Images of Pepa flood my mind, her smile, her swagger, her piercing eyes. I think about what events will unfold with my decisions. I have one to make and two choices. Home... home I know what will happen because it's habitual. I'll put my pajamas on, crawl into bed and try to pay attention to the television... but my mind will undoubtedly wander. Or I could go to her, the one that will be where my mind will wander to. I can find her in this place and do something I've never done before. Something that I've been wanting to do for a long time. Something that I haven't done because of the fear... the fear of losing her again, because of my want.

With a little bit of liquid courage and a shy smile I tell my fear to momentarily go to hell. I make my way, not very steathily, into the hallway. Remembering that she had needed to take the make up off her face, I head to the bathroom. I see the shadow cast by her legs on the floor underneathe the door and swallow hard before pushing against the only pyhsical obstacle between me and my desire.

I shake slightly as I see her smile at me, "Hello."

"Hello." I reply, but my nerves have taken a hold of me and it comes out softer than I planned.

I check behind the door as I come in, just to make sure that no one has seen me follow her in here. I shut it and walk deeper into the bathroom, taking in the sight of her, as I float around her.

"Is something going on?" She asks timidly and I nod in response.

Something is taking over me at this moment and I can't control it. My eyes never leaving the brunette's in the mirror as I stand behind her. I can see that she isn't quite sure what my motives are being in here with her. And honestly neither am I, but her eyes... they make me want more with her. More than what we have. More than what I've allowed us to have. She tries to break the tension that I've so heavily caused by entering this room.

"Do you want a wipe?"

She asks so carelessly that it throws me a bit and I click my tongue back in response as she turns back around to continue swabbing away at her already clean lips. My gaze falters to the ground for a moment as I battle internally with myself.

Just do it... but I can't... Just do it! My eyes start to trace her body lustfully and I've made my decision. I step closer to her and I hear her breath hitch. Her movements stop as I slowly, and shakily, run my fingers through her hair. All the while guaging her reaction. She doesn't do anything, but she doesn't stop me either, which prompts me to do it again. This time, purposefully grazing her neck and her eyes flutter shut. I love that reaction and it makes me bolder and more wanting. I slide my fingers down her arm, revelling the feel of her skin. I want more.

I grip her and turn her around gently to face me. I smooth my hand down her arm again, in it's entirety, making her eyes close yet again. I smile and faintly shiver as I feel the goosebumps rise at her touch. I close my eyes to feel the full effect of what she's doing to me and when they reopen I see her beautiful smile. She clasps my hand bringing it slowly to her cheek, but I'm so nervous that my hand falters, and after she releases it falls to her shoulder. She caresses my face. I want more.

I stare at her lips, debating once again with myself. Her eyes making the decision for me, I lean in and place a soft kiss on her lips, pulling back I see a wide grin on her face. I want more. I lean in once again, this time she meets me in the middle, and grasps the back of my head to bring me in closer. I pull back once again, she smiles at me as if to say, "How hard was that?" It makes us giggle softly.

She plays with the top button of my dress, gently fingering it, asking silently. I chuckle at her forwardness and unbutton her vest to prove that I'm game. It surprises her a bit and I laugh. She kisses me again and makes quick work of my two buttons, daring me. I gladly take on that dare and work at her vest again. Her smile fans the flame inside me as our lips connect once again. I want more. Something surges through me as I push trying to bring myself as close as possible to her. It throws her, in turn throwing us both and we crash into the door. Dropping anonymous items onto the floor as she laughs silently and shushes me. I can't help but chuckle at the fact that we're sneaking around, like we're teenagers again.

Pepa's done playing now. She strips off her vest and pushes me back to the middle of the bathroom. She slowly undoes my buttons to my waist, lightly brushing her fingers against my skin as she does so. Tracing the contours of my exposed flesh with her eyes and nails. And kisses me once again. I miss the feeling of her mouth as she breaks from me to shed her shirt. I wait somewhat impatiently for her contact to return, never taking my eyes off her perfectly toned body. As soon as it's off she grips my chin and crashes our lips back together. I want more. I run my palms over her smooth skin as she tastes my neck. I have never known anyone's lips to fit so perfectly on my body before. My hands quickly make its way to her shoulders and I pull her in as close as possible. I arch into her. Her hands delicately cup my cheeks as she makes her way back up to my mouth. She breaks contact with me, withdrawing slightly. I tilt my head and stare at her in confusion.

"What?" I breathe.

She grins sheepishly, "You're so beautiful..."

...is her reply as she wraps her arms around my waist, bringing our bodies back together once again. I can't take the seperation of our lips and crash mine into hers. The kisses that were only seconds ago tender and graceful, are now full of hunger and I become needy. Gripping onto the back of her neck to deepen the kiss.

This motion, in turn, makes her more wanting as she traps me between herself and the wall. I'm stuck and I don't want that to change. She runs her fingers down my back and within seconds my bra has disapeared. Her hands taking over the duty of the material she had so carelessly dropped to the floor. I let out a soft moan as she massages my mounds.

Her mouth slowly descends making it's way to my chin first, then my pulse point, down to replace her right hand. She sucks, and bites lightly, my nub hardening almost painfully. The hand that her tongue had so pleasantly replaced, continues the descent, leaving a burning trail on the areas of my skin it had touched. Her fingers glide down, making it's way under my dress, as she cups me through fabric. I want more.

"Pepa..." I whisper, tightening the grip I have on her neck.

She understands quickly the meaning of her name in that vague statement and slips her hand inside my underwear, grazing my heat and I moan. It's at this moment I realise that her touch is what I've been wanting.  I want more.

"Pepa?" I repeat a little louder than before.

I see an energy run through Pepa's eyes as she rubs against me, creating a heavenly friction. Her hand and mouth leave my breasts going in different directions. Her mouth to my own and her hand to grip my outer thigh. She lifts and I willingly obey, wrapping my legs tightly around her. She slips two gifted fingers inside me. I moan into her mouth as she starts to thrust, gradually picking up speed. I NEED more. I move to the rythym of her motions.

"More!" I scream softly. "God, Pepa!"

Our kisses cease as she places her forhead against mine. Her eyes burning into me as she adds another finger, and places her thumb on my most sensitive area. Flicking everytime she thrusts. My hands dig into the her back.

"Mmmm...Pepa!"

She picks up her speed to carry me through as I bite down on her shoulder to quiet myself. She starts to move away, but I don't want her to leave me quite yet. I grip her tighter with my thighs. Understanding, she holds on to me, breathing so close to me, and places a soft kiss on my lips. She's Pepa Miranda. She's who I've been needing all my life. And only now do I let myself realise it. ~~~~~~~~

*Smiles*

Okay ladies, this is obviously a start to the night. No where near the ending. I hope that ya'll enjoyed my lecture today.

I Love You 3/3

by Junebuggy, Head of Smut Department 

"That was one of the best showers I've ever had Red." She smiles as I dry her off with the towel. "Why'd we have to end it?" She rasps into my ear as she wraps her towel around my back, pulling me closer to her.

"Because if we stayed any longer we'd look like prunes." I breathlessly giggle. "Not only that, but my water bill will go sky high." I chuckle while raising my thumb, making an upward motion.

"Wow!" She nods, giving me a peck on the lips. "You sure know how to make shower sex less sexy. So romantic." The brunette laughs sarcastically gripping my biceps and shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh," I snort, "I make everything less romantic, eh? Says the woman who showed up to a candlelit dinner, covered in mud." I smirk, dropping my towel and take her by her hands, leading us out into the hallway, making our way to the bedroom.

She leans in, her lips skimming my own. "See, but, even in being covered in mud, I..." The last words of her, what I'm sure would have been snarky, comment in retaliation, trails off into nothing as her jaw drops in seeing the sight in front of her. She stands her height and looks down at me, her eyes burning intensely and she grins.

"Oh, now you're speechless?" I whisper as she eyes the room. The set up was similar to that of the rest of the house. Various candles placed purposefully around, rose petals sprinkled on the bed.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you." She says breathlessly. Her hands make their way to my waist as she walks me to the edge of the bed. Laying me down, my wetness growing as she slips between my thighs, and I start to wonder how it is that I can come repeatedly in the shower and still have a scorching desire to have her take me again.

I smile at her words, my hands smoothing up her back, to her neck and I pull. Pull her closer to me, her mouth connecting softly with mine. She licks my bottom lip, begging for entrance which is swiftly granted, allowing her to explore again. My tongue massaging hers, tasting her.

She hovers over me, one hand to steady herself, the other gliding slowly downward, starting at my chin as she kisses me with fervor. Travelling further, her entire hand surrounding my neck, almost gripping and my eyes close. She continues to my collar bone, flitting her nails along, reaching the valley of my breasts. To my torso, her journey tortorously slow to my awaiting desire.

Breaking our kiss the brunette leans her forehead against mine. Her eyes widening as she runs two fingers along my slit, coating them in my arousal. "For me, baby?" She husks, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking, before returning her attention to my aching centre. That action making me want nothing more than to have her inside me, me inside her.

I glide my hand along her thigh, upward to her throbbing bundle of nerves, massaging. Her movements mimicking my own as we rock in a steady rythym against each others palms. She slides two digits in my sex, my eyes widening in pleasant surprise. She thrusts, faster and faster. Making me speed my hand, adding more pressure, a lone finger inside her.

"Fuck... Pepa!" I pant and I know I'm close. She slows her pace and I cry out in disappointment.

She shakes her head, "Don't come yet. I want to come together." Those words only motivating me further. I pull out of her until only the tip of my fingers remain and add two more into the dance. In and out. She moans, I moan as she accelerates her ministrations. I feel her walls clench around me and I curl my fingers inside.

She comes first, shaking above me, the sight of which brings on my own tremors and I tighten around her, my orgasm bursting through me. "Fuck."

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We lie for a bit in each others' embrace. Thought returning gradually as I come down from my high and suddenly I remember what this night was for. What I took all night decorating this place for, making a big romantic scene for. "Oh." I say randomly, jumping up and startling my Pepa.

She attempts to grab me, but is unsuccessful as I lean over and open the drawer to the nightstand. "What are you doing? Come, lie with me." She chuckles.

"I have something for you." I reply, pulling out a small, white box. "It's not that big a deal as the first time, but I thought, I'd like to make it as big a deal which is why all the elaborate candles, that really only went to waste, but still looks pretty-"

"First time?" She interrupts and thank god because I'm sure my rambling was about to get mean.

"Just," I sigh, "just open it." She obeys and I see her face light up at the small, shiny object inside. Her eyes well up with tears, at a loss for words. "So?"

"What do you mean 'not that big of a deal', Princess?" She sniffles. "I've been praying for this for months." She takes the key out and smiles before gripping the back of my neck, pulling me into a lingering kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." I breathe.

So in conclusion to this story, I'd just like to say. Smutty sexy time can be nice... fun even. But when love is involved, it is so much more. And all the more pleasurable. Now go off and smut the one you love! :D

My First Lecture?

by Junebuggy, Head of Smut Department

Hi ladies, and welcome to the first lecture de mi at Pepsi U. To continue the love fest (Be my entry a little late) I am continuing my fic entitled, I Love You. Enjoy! Part three will be up soon.

"Sometimes I think you're hopeless." I chuckle as I slowly unbutton her vest, the slightly dried mud sticking to my fingertips.

"I am not hopeless..." Her face crumples in thought and her bottom lip protrudes. Her thinking face is so adorable, especially with the added dirt sprinkled along her cheeks.

"Oh really?" She nods and I lean in, my lips mere centimeters from hers. "Then why am I undressing you out of your muddy clothes, instead of sitting across my dining room table, gazing into your beautiful eyes?"

She licks her lips and I can feel the moist heat tickle my own, "You didn't have to come, Red." She smiles, shimmying out of the article of clothing I relieved her from, her hands reaching out and grabbing my waist. "I told you I would be quick, and unlike you, I actually would be. I wouldn't take an hour and a half." She finishes with a smirk.

"Eh?!" I hit her arms down, releasing me from her hold. "You show up covered in mud to the romantic dinner I arranged, and you're taking jabs at me?" I giggle as I grab both her hands, pinning them on either side of her hips against the wall. "That's just so mean," I smirk, releasing my grip to slip my hand under her soiled shirt, raking my nails up her torso.

She shivers as my hands slither to the clasps of her of bra, undoing it quickly and she smiles. "You're getting dirt all over me." She giggles and I can't help but to join her.

"Well, good thing we're near the shower." I bite my lip as I pull her shirt above her head. Drinking in the sight of my topless lover. A sight I know I will never get sick of seeing. I step closer to her, our bodies almost touching, almost, and reach out, making quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Our eyes connecting as I lower myself to my knees slowly, tugging at the last remaining items of clothing, leaving Pepa in a complete state of undress.

I feel her trembling underneathe my fingertips as I caress her thighs, holding on for support as I stand again. I turn my back toward her. "Unzip me." I whisper and she obliges, her fingers purposely grazing my back as she does so, and my eyes flutter at the contact. I turn back to face her, gradually letting my outfit fall off my shoulders.

I push aside the curtain and turn the water on, testing the temperature before gesturing with a tilt of my head for the brunette to step in. "Oh, so, you're done stripping for me then?" She chuckles as she steps inside. I slap her on the ass. "Oy!" Her jaw drops and she pulls me in with her, shedding me of the last of my material blockade. Throwing them out onto the floor, and shutting the curtain.

The warm water cascades down our bodies, fastly drenching us. Droplets running down and into every indent of my brunette. My eyes hungrily chasing those drops. I grab the shampoo and inch closer to her, putting my pointer into the air, twirling it and she understands. Her back facing me. I lather the liquid in my hands, then massage her scalp, and I hear a soft moan escape her as the foam takes over her wet locks.

My hands drift down her neck easily, our bodies made slick by the body wash, down further to her shoulders, around to her collar bone. Lower still as they reach her supple mounds. Lingering there a while, gripping, massaging, the way I've learned that she likes. A moan escaping her lips. Her hand snakes around the back of my neck and she pulls. Our lips connecting, lightly at first, then deeper, deeper still until we are each others breath.

More soap, lathering, foam, all over us. The burning sensation it causes on my sex only heightening my want for her. I bring my head back, our lips parting with an audible smack. Only to replace one of my hands. I take an erect nub between my teeth, drawing another heavenly cry out from her and slip that hand down to her awaiting desire, her breath hitching on contact.

I tease a bit, with one finger, gliding through folds, her grip tightening as she attempts to balance herself on me. I smirk as I purposely pass over her sensitive nerves. "Sil..." I look up at her and she bites her lip. "Please?" She rasps as she entangles a fist in my hair. Her want heard over the splashing sounds in this shower. I nod, because god knows I can't play any more, and obey her pleas. Two fingers sliding in with ease, in and out. Slowly at first, but speeding my hand with every breath. Her hips moving in rythym with my repeated motions. Working toward the same goal. I lift my head from her breast and crash my lips onto hers, muffling her cries. Her fingertips sinking into my flesh, gripping harder as waves of ecstasy flow through her. My pace quickening with every mention of my name.

"Fuck Silvia!" She breathes against my lips as she trembles to my touch.

Okay, ladies, now go out there and have fun in the shower!!

Pepa Silvia