0 comments/ 59994 views/ 1 favorites Eyes Open By: teisuu It's been a lazy day. We'd spent most of it reading on the couch together, silent, for quite some time. We'd play a sort of peek-a-boo, seeing how long we could stare at the other person without getting caught directly. I tend to lose, but then you tend to cheat. Unless you call feigning (... well, not always feigning...) masturbation, then just looking at me as I watch you fair play. Hmph. If it weren't so damn hot, I think I'd be upset. This is not quite that game though. Although my looks remain glances that flicker away as soon as you look up, yours become more and more pointed until finally I look up and you hold my gaze. Completely. Totally. I can't really explain. Just that this particular look in your eyes along, with a few others, grip me so strongly that I'm not sure anything could rip my attention away. You continue to stare, the corners of your lips quirk upwards in a small, smirking smile as I try, and fail, to turn my attention back to the book I'm reading. A small foot slides its way out from the tangle of our legs and slides very slowly up and down the inner of my calf. Your smile grows as I react, mmm'ing very quietly and shifting my leg to give you better access. You watch me for a long moment before moving, putting your book down, then crawling up to straddle my lap and pull my forgotten book from my hands, slowly replacing the playing card I use to mark my place and put it down out of the way. When you turn back towards me, you slide your hands over my shoulders then up my neck to tilt my head up so my lips can meet yours. The kiss is slow and thorough with tongues exploring each others mouth, teasingly wrestling with one other. My hands slide down your sides then around to the small of your back, lightly accentuating the grinding of your hips in my lap. You growl and break the kiss, one hand's fingertips trailing lightly away from their place holding my jaw, the other's slipping up to bury itself in soft, dark hair, gripping tightly but no so much so as to cause pain. You tilt my head further up, staring down at me, I meet your gaze for a moment directly as the tip of my tongue darts across my lips, then drop mine for a moment before looking back up at you with my head tilted slightly downwards. You smile warmly for a moment, then lean in and lick my cheek and stand up, pulling me, grinning, after you by my collar. Once in the bedroom you don't bother pointing or saying a thing. You simply pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor, muttering something about the rest waiting before tugging on my collar, forcing me down next to the bed as you walk into the closet where you keep most of the toys. I smile watching the soft grace of your movement, trying to think of anything I might have done recently that might bring particularly painful play. I can't think of anything, although that doesn't necessarily mean anything. You're naked when you emerge, grinning, hands held behind your back. I smile, shyly for some reason, looking up at you with my head tilted slightly downward again. Smiling, that is, until I see what's in your hands. Then I whimper. You're holding a pair of thin leather straps for binding wrists together. There's a ring where the two straps meet in the center. But that's not what brings the whimper. You're also holding the inflatable gag that goes with the straps you're carrying. It's got a ring matching that goes with the one on the straps near the buckle. I hate that thing. It's made of latex, which I don't mind in and of itself, I just don't care for the taste of that gag. And you, of course, know I don't like the taste. My eyes slide from the gag back up to yours, pleading silently. This doesn't really do much for me, but somewhere in the back of my mind I figure that if I get my Sad Puppy Eyes (tm) just right maybe they'll get me something other than an, "Awww," and a pat on the head if you're in an indulgent mood. This time, you smile sweetly and skip the, "Awww," and just pat me on the head, soothingly running your fingers through my hair a few times before tilting my head up and sliding the gag past my lips. I whimper again, tongue instantly recoiling away from the gag, trying to keep my head from reflexively moving away from the gag. You don't inflate it very much this time for some reason. Well, by "not very much" I mean not so much that my jaw starts aching instantly. I look down and offer my wrists for the strap. You smile at me momentarily, petting me again for not resisting at all, then bind my wrists together before locking the two rings together. My wrists are now bound quite securely to the base of my skull. You murmur about having forgotten something and slip away after laying me down on the bed and kissing my cheek. You emerge holding a spreader bar for legs meant to be attached at the ankle. You straddle my stomach, and run a fingertip along my cock, mmm'ing quietly. I moan softly, but the gag seems to eat this one completely. You half turn your head, looking over your shoulder at me, eyes gleaming darkly, before scooting up my chest some and leaning over my legs to attach the spreader bar. This has the (obviously intentional) side effect of letting me see, and smell just how aroused you are. I whimper and shift a little. For my trouble I get a swat at the inner of my thigh and a quiet, "Stop that." Once my legs are locked a little more than shoulder-width apart you turn back around and sit, grinding a little against my stomach, smiling down at me. The rings holding my wrists to the back of my head give just enough leeway that if I'm careful I can lay on my back with my head propped on my arms without too much discomfort. You toy with me a little, a hand reaching around behind you to caress, stroke and squeeze my cock, wondering aloud, softly, if maybe you should just masturbate here and use me as a body pillow for snuggling after and nothing more. I whimper loudly enough to be heard through the gag and grind back a little. It's been about a week since the last time I came, and I'm easy to manipulate even when it hasn't been that long. At the struggling, the hand on my cock wraps around the shaft and squeezes tightly. Your other hand reaches forward and small fingertips close around a nipple they'd been teasing at earlier, pulling up and away, twisting and holding my nipple like that. I nearly scream, the sound I do make comes through muffled. My eyes snap shut and my back arches a little, lift that side of my body towards your fingertips. Softly, "You have the most beautiful eyes, but they're always closed when I want to see them most, teisuu. So we're going to work on that today. I'm going to fuck you," you smile teasingly, "until I cum at least. I'll go slowly, at first at least, and your eyes are to remain open as much as possible." The hand at my chest releases the flesh being held and you drag your fingernail down over my rib cage heavily, leaving a red mark behind. "If they're not open enough, you will get a reminder like this one." My eyes are still closed, I'm sucking in air heavily through my nostrils, trying to process what I'm being told through the haze of arousal and the biting pain from the scratch on my side. Your fingers float back to the previously abused nipple, still sensitive from before. Your fingers curl as if ready to pinch and twist, but pause there. Your voice is quiet, commanding, "Open, Alex." My eyes slide open. My breathing evens a little, but looking up at you like that ... Gods, it's all I can do not to cum then. "Good boy," you pur, "Now keep them that way." You watch me for a moment, silently, then lift yourself off me, positioning my cock at your entrance, teasing my head against the glistening folds. I whimper loudly, lifting my hips ineffectually, my eyes starting to close again out of instinct and habit before I remember and force them back open. You let out a soft moan, punctuated by a small grunt as you slide completely down onto my cock. I moan as well, whimpering after a moment when my eyes try to slide shut of their own accord again. You hold me there for a moment, looking down at me, breathing deeply, full breasts rising and falling with the motion of your chest. My gaze wanders dazedly, darting, eyes scanning your body, then your face, locking with your green eyes frequently, but never for long. You begin slow, careful fucking strokes; sliding up and down my shaft, emerald eyes locked on my face watching my eyes dart about the room. You rake at my upper chest lightly, nowhere near as harshly as at my flank previously. Your other hand is near my head, keeping you balanced, after scratching my chest that hand slides to my chin, gripping firmly. You hiss, "Look at me, Alex. My eyes, look at them. Look at me." I whimper loudly, gasping as your hips' motion grows in intensity. My eyes lock on yours. I can't imagine what they look like now, soft, brown pools hazed and glassy from feelings of ownership and desire. They probably look slightly frantic as I fight to hold them open, pleading for both the release of being allowed to shut them like my body wants to, and the release of orgasm. I make another loud whimpering sound. I don't know quite why, but for some reason, when gagged, I'm nowhere near as quiet as I am when able to moan as loudly as I want. Maybe it's because I'm fighting to be heard through the gag, maybe it's the gag's dampening effect that removes some of my natural disinclination towards very loud noises, preferring soft moans and whimpers. I almost scream this one. Your hips pick up in intensity again and I can feel the impending rush of orgasm. My eyes dart away from yours for a moment before returning, you growl changing hands so you can claw a mark to match the first on the opposite side of my chest. After scratching, that hand moves to my chin holding me, the exquisite pain from the scratch nearly sends my eyes sliding shut. My breathing is ragged, deep, my chest heaving as I suck in air through my nostrils. I'm nearly wild, jerking against your grip, trying to increase the intensity of the dance of hips, pleading for you to let me cum. The words are drowned out by the gag; the moans, less so. Maybe you feel it in the way my hips rise to meet yours, by now our fucking is quick, almost violent. Maybe you see it in my eyes. I'm close to coming and there's nothing I can do now to hold it back. I'm whimpering steadily, covered in a thin film of sweat, some of my bangs sticking to my forehead. The scratches on my sides seem to send slow waves of pleasurable heat out and down to my cock as you ride it. You begin a steady stream of whispering between moans, "Shhhh, it's okay, baby, it's okay. Cum, cum in me, Alex..." I give one last whimper, pitifully soft in comparison to the others and arch my back, slamming up into you, the full weight of orgasm sweeping me away as I slide fully in, as I'm completely enveloped by you. My eyes are so close to closing. But... they don't. I've cum with my eyes open before, of course. This is the first time I've ever cum looking into your eyes. I don't know what you see in mine, but I see your face change, your whole expression changing as your orgasm hits you. Your whole body spasms as you cry out once, loudly. Your eyes closing after you throw your head back. I can feel your cunt spasming around me as my cock twitches and jumps inside, thick blasts of cum coating the walls of your pussy. We both take a long time coming down. I'm still sucking in air through nostrils deeply, unsure if I feel light-headed from lack of oxygen or something else. We stare at each other for a very long moment as my cock begins to soften inside you. You give a soft sigh of contentment before leaning down to kiss my forehead and murmur how pleased you are with me, resting your forehead against mine as you reach around behind my head and undo the clasp on the gag, letting the extra air out of it. You slide the damnable thing out of my mouth before stopping to unclasp it from the leather that binds my wrists. You sit up, throwing the gag off the side of the bed before shifting enough, sighing again when my softened cock slides completely out of you, to remove the leg-spreader. It too goes over the side of the bed. Half-purring another, "Good boy," you snuggle up against my chest and we lay like that. I'm not sure when or if you fall completely asleep, but you roll me on my side and throw an arm around my waist, snuggling against my back, and your breathing quickly becomes deep and even. I'm not particularly tired, but it doesn't take long for the warmth and softness of your form against me to send me drifting off into a shallow doze... Eyes Open Marie and I were having a night on the town. We got a hotel room and a sitter and were planning to dress up, have dinner, some drinks, and then some serious fucking all over the room without the need to be quiet. Driving into the city, I couldn't keep my hand off Marie's leg as I drove. We were getting dressed up for the night, but at the moment she wore a simple sundress that was easy to slide up her thigh. I took full advantage to caress her soft pale skin while periodically dipping my hand between her thighs to brush against her pussy. She was squirming in her seat as we pulled up to the luxury hotel that we booked for the night. As the valet helped her from the car, I could see that his eyes were glued to the Marie's amazing breasts that were showing a generous amount of cleavage. Seeing other men ogle my hot wife is a sure fire way to turn me on and I had to shift the growing problem within my pants. I couldn't wait to get to the room and have a quick romp before dinner. Sadly, plans don't always happen as hoped and check-in took longer than necessary and we had to hustle to dress to make our dinner reservation. Dinner was perfect with good food, good wine and the occasion caress against my still swollen dick by Marie's foot under the table. We had finished eating and were standing outside of the restaurant having just decided where to go for a drink when I noticed a coworker was standing next to us. I didn't know Meghan very well - she sat near my desk but we didn't work on the same team - but she introduced her husband Dave and the four of us chatted for a bit. Chatting turned into an invitation to join us at the bar and soon the four of us were ensconced in a leather booth at a quiet bar. The conversation was flowing and the 4 of us seemed to get along well. Meghan and Dave were younger than Marie and I, in their late 20s, and were out for a date night as well. Both were attractive, Meghan was very pretty. About average height, with olive skin and long dark hair, a slim body with just enough breasts to show off nice cleavage in her dress and a tiny stud in the left side of her nose. Dave was around 6 feet with shaggy black hair and broad shoulders. He looked to be a swimmer based on his lean frame. The four of us were having a perfectly enjoyable time with very little of the awkwardness that often happens when new people meet. I spent most of the hour or so we talked with my hand rubbing Marie's thigh and trying to angle between them while she occasionally brushed against my dick, especially when I would speak to Meghan in a silent dare to keep my composure. We paid the bill and I was looking forward to finally using every surface in the hotel. As we stepped outside, we said our goodbyes and Marie and I began to walk back towards the hotel. Before we reached the end of the block, we heard our names being called from behind. We turned and found Meghan and Dave walking quickly towards us. We stopped and waited for them. "Dave and I were just talking" Meghan said "And we were going to this club, and wondered if you wanted to join us?" "What type of club?" asked Marie. "We'll, it's a private one. Not many people know about it and we've only been once before, but it was an amazing experience" answered Dave. I wasn't too keen on going since I wanted to go back to the hotel, but Marie convinced me that we didn't get out often and we should enjoy ourselves while we had the chance. So, we turned and walked for several blocks deeper and deeper into the city. I was worried that we would be over dressed for the club since I was wearing a suit and Marie was in her slinky black dress, but Meghan and Dave were dressed similarly, though Meghan's dress was green, so I just rolled with things. Soon, we approached an imposing Georgian mansion. The kind that's all granite and marble and still has the gas lights in sconces besides the door. As we approached, a tuxedoed man opened the door and escorted us into the vestibule. Dave removed a cream envelope from his inner pocket, handed it to the man and said "And two guests for the evening" Entering the main building we found that, rather than the nightclub I had expected, a subdued, old-world ambiance. There were deep leather couches and chairs, secluded alcoves, soft lighting and music just loud enough to be heard over the conversations taking place. The four of us found an alcove and slid in "This place is great!" I said "How did you find it?" Meghan shifted slightly in her seat and answered "We were invited and had such a good time that we just had to join. Once we finish our drinks, we can show you what else the club offers, and you can let us know if you're interested". I found her phrasing odd, but didn't think too much of it. Soon, the four of us were walking deeper into the house. I found myself trailing Dave and Marie who were walking arm in arm like old friends. I was surprised when Meghan slipped her arm into mine and matched her steps to mine "I glad we ran into you guys tonight" she said "Dave and I have really enjoyed ourselves". "Me too" I responded. As we approached another set of doors, there was another tuxedoed man waiting for us. This time Dave's invitation was scrutinized closer and it was several minutes before the doors opened and we moved into a dimly lit room. Just like the previous section, there were leather couches and chairs scattered though out the room and more alcoves around the walls. The difference was the activities that were occurring in those spaces. There were bodies entwined in various states of undress. Pairings of men and women, women and women, men and men and more combinations than I could see in a quick glance. Marie's face reflected the shock that I felt myself, we turned to Meghan and Dave who led us to a corner where we could speak. "What is this place?" Marie demanded. "It's a private club, like I said" said Meghan "but some people like to have fun in a safe place and the club accommodates that. There's no requirement to join or participate and if you don't want to watch you can return to the front room. But Dave and I had an amazing time and we thought you would be interested in a new experience since you had a night on the town". Marie and I exchanged glances, this was something we had both talked about being interested in, but never expected it to happen. Meghan and Dave withdrew to leave us alone to talk "What do you think?" I asked? "I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready". Marie answered. "Ok, let's go back". "Wait!" Marie cried "it won't hurt to watch for a little bit, would it?" I agreed and holding hands, we drifted over to where Meghan and Dave were standing, watching a couple on one of the couches. "Decide to stay?" Dave asked. "For a bit". I said just as Marie answered "Just to watch". Slowly scanning the room, I could see that the couches were being observed by a ring of watchers, while the alcoves seemed to be for more private encounters. The couch directly before us had a pair of women and a man. The women were both dressed only in bras and panties while the man wore only a shirt. They were taking turns sucking on his impressively large dick, while pausing briefly to kiss each other. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the spectacle before me, and could feel Marie gripping my hand as tightly as she ever had. Glancing towards her, I could see she was just as enthralled as I and we both had begun to breathe a little faster and my dick began to swell once more in my pants. Almost in a trance, we moved on to another couch to see a woman bent over the arm, while a man furiously fucked her. Pulling on her hair and slapping her ass, her grunts and cries ringing in our ears. Watching the watchers, I could see many were aroused; some were not subtle in taking pleasure from the scene before us, hands slipped under dresses or through pants but always with eyes on the fucking before them. We wandered through the room, there were 20 or maybe even 30 different couches each with occupants taking their pleasure before the eyes of others. The sight, sound and scent of the actions before us soon had my own hands wandering over Marie's body. As we stood and watched a woman with her mouth covering one dick and her pussy filled by another, I slid my hands up Marie's thighs and under her dress. Reaching between her legs, I found her panties soaked through. Pressing my hard dick against her ass, I slipped my fingers beneath her panties and wasted no time finding her clit. Gently stroking it, I could feel shudders pass through her body. Her eyes remained locked on the woman before us as two men used her body for pleasure, out of the corner of my eye, I could see some if the other watchers begin to watch us as involuntary moans began to escape Marie's lips. Stroking her faster, I tried to match the same pace as the woman sucking the dick before us. I could feel Marie edging closer and closer, her eyes unable to look away from the woman before us. The woman suddenly noticed us, and locked eyes with Marie, not breaking contact as she sucked the dick harder and harder. With a shout, the man began to shoot a load of cum into the woman's mouth which she swallowed eagerly. Marie cried out as the sight of the woman drinking down cum triggered her own climax and her thighs clamped down on my hand as she struggled to stand through the orgasm rocking her body but still not breaking eye contact with the woman before us as they both shared in the pleasure of the moment. Withdrawing my hands, we both noticed Meghan and Dave standing nearby, Dave's hand clearly performing the same actions I had, but he had lifted up Meghan's dress to expose his actions to those of us watching. My eyes were drawn to the sight of his fingers rubbing and stroking Meghan's clit and the patch of dark hair that covered her olive skin. Without warning, I found myself being pushed backwards, reversing direction until my legs hit a vacant couch and I was forced to sit down. Marie dropped to her knees before and began to unbuckle my belt and undo my zipper. "Marie, what are you doing?" I hissed. "I want them to watch!" She growled at me as she freed my engorged cock. Without another word, she dropped her mouth and licked my dick from the base to the tip, pausing briefly to suck on the head, before returning to lick the length again and again, treating my dick like a lollipop. A crowd began to gather around us, hushed whispers calling over more and more people until our couch became the focus of the largest group of watchers. As I relaxed into the couch enjoying Marie's expert mouth, I felt a pair of hands reach over my shoulders and looked up to see Meghan, now clad only in a pair of panties. She pressed her breasts against the back of my head as she slowly undid each of the buttons on my shirt before slipping it off. She grazed her nipples against my head before moving around the couch and next to Marie, where she unzipped the black dress and unhooked the black lace bra that could barely restrain my wife's massive breasts. Pausing briefly, Marie slipped off the dress and bra, leaving her dressed in just a tiny black thong. Meghan took the brief pause to slip my pants over my hips and off my legs, leaving me naked. I had never before been naked before so many people, but rather than feel embarrassed, I exulted in their gazes and my dick was as long and hard as it has ever been. My attention was once more drawn to Marie as she surrounded my dick with her tits and began to slide them up and down. Using the flesh of her tits to fuck me while taking in the scene around us as more and more of the watchers removed clothes and began to pleasure themselves or their partners while watching Marie and I. Marie's eyes were clouded with lust and her pale skin was flushed as she used her body to pleasure me while clearly finding pleasure in the gazes of the watchers around us. The couch shifted slightly as another body joined us, Meghan sitting close enough so that our thighs were touching, but her focus was on Dave as he slid his tongue over and around the wet pussy presented to him. Being so close to another naked couple was quickly driving me towards a finish I didn't want so soon, so pulled Marie up and then sat her down in the same place I had just been. Copying the actions next to us, I pulled the scrap of Marie's thong to the side and dove into her dripping wet pussy. Scooping up as much of her juice as I could, I tasted the strawberry and vanilla flavors that I liked so well. Like a starving man, I licked and sucked any piece of flesh I could get to, but always returning to run my lips and tongue over the hard nub of her clit. I could hear Marie's moans and cries increase and looked up to see that Meghan had leaned over and latched onto Marie's left nipple and was sucking and nibbling at it while using a free hand to pinch and twist her own nipple. I focused my attention on Marie's clit and was rewarded with deep moans of pleasure and a rush of juices flooding from Marie's pussy as she reached a small climax. I knew she wasn't done though, and continued to focus attention on her clit while sliding first one and then a second finger into her pussy to rub at her G-spot. All around us, people had abandoned all pretext and were engaged in almost every type of sex act. The only constant was that all eyes were still focused on the couch and Marie's sweat covered body. My ego and dick both swelled even more to see the pleasure that my wife's body was providing to these strangers. I was jolted back to the task at hand as Meghan's olive-skinned body shuddered as Dave finally made her cum. Her hands grasping at Marie's as my wife held her up through the climax. Recovering quickly Meghan took charge once more and re-positioned everybody on the couch. Soon, I found myself slipping my aching dick into Marie's wet pussy, while Marie lapped at Meghan's pussy, as she straddled her face. Meghan was similarly occupied with Dave buried fully in her small mouth as the four of us attempted to find a rhythm. Quickly we settled in and became the renewed focus of the room as our four bodies began to move as one. Over and over I slid my cock into Marie, her pussy so wet that a puddle formed on the leather beneath us. At the same time, I could hear the muffled gasps through her filled mouth that told me Meghan was finding Marie's tongue to be as talented as I did. Marie got the gold star for making Meghan the first to cum and her wails and cries as she ground her pussy against Marie's mouth set off several orgasms of the watchers surrounding us. With no more energy, Meghan slid off the side of the couch, leaving Dave unfulfilled. Taking his dick into his own hands he began to stroke and pull. I could barely hold back my own orgasm, but was determined to make Marie cum once more. Dave began to grunt as he jerked his cock furiously. "Cum on her tits baby" was the order from Meghan below and with a final gasp, he did. Shooting rope after rope of cum onto Marie's heaving chest. The splash of the hot cum against her skin triggered Marie's own massive orgasm and her cries and shouts filled the room. That was enough to send me over the edge and I tensed up. Once more Meghan commanded "Cum on her tits". I had barely enough time to pull out and straddle Marie's body before my cum splashed out and once again coated her luscious tits. I was practically shoved out of the way as Meghan began to lick and swallow the cum that covered Marie's tits. Making sure that she cleaned every spot and collected every drop. The show over, the watchers drifted away. Most recovering from their own orgasms. Marie and I slowly gathered our clothes. Unable to fully process yet what had happened, but exchanging glances and unspoken thoughts from many years together. As we dressed and drifted towards the front door, we passed Meghan and Dave dressing themselves. Stopping, we said our goodbyes, and Marie uttered the words we had left unsaid between us "Thanks, you guys. Maybe we could come as your guests again next time?" Eyes Opening Now Author's note: write what you know, right? Early years... I stared intently into the full length mirror on the back of my closet door. Hmm. Not bad, I thought to myself. We were going to the beach next week and it was time to try on the new black bikini. I lifted and adjusted my breasts in the cups. Comfortable. My boobs had filled out this past year or so, not long after mom caught me crying into my pillow over almost cliché body issues. I'd grown tall, I was skinny but I had no shape. My best friend, Samantha—Sammy—had already filled out. She was shorter than me, a little thicker, but she got her boobs early. Mom gave me "it's a phase, you're beautiful how you are" speech, I calmed down, and within weeks noticed I was filling my A cup bra a little better. Volleyball kept me in shape, too. I turned side-on to the mirror, twisting around to check my ass in the new bikini bottoms. Yep, not bad. The elastic cupped the bottom of my ass cheeks, providing a little lift it seemed. Nice. And they covered me fully, which was comfortable. At the lake last year my friend Jennifer decided to go with the thong bikini bottoms, which was great because she had a beautifully round ass and narrow hips, but when she dived into the lake, they ended up around her knees. She panicked, and between trying to pull them up and flailing in the water, she drank gallons of dirty lake water and heaved for the next hour, undermining the attractive picture she had just painted for all the guys who were hanging around. Sammy and I laughed and then consoled her as the mascara drained down her cheeks in small black lines. Not pretty. But pretty funny. And she laughs about it now. My phone, buried under my duvet, buzzed in the familiar trill of an incoming text. It was Sammy, she was downstairs. She'd also gone shopping for a new bikini, yellow apparently, and wanted my thoughts. Sammy was funny; we'd been friends for years, and grew up sharing almost everything about our lives. I was jealous of her in a lot of ways. She had long wavy brunette hair that she could brush back with one hand in a way that even I thought was incredibly sexy. Her quick wit and confidence made her popular with the boys. A few months ago she'd finally gone all the way with her boyfriend, Brandon. We were both 18 and a bunch of our friends were already bragging about being sexually active, and though I was a lot more shy than Sammy, she had still held out on Brandon for quite a while. Even her mom—a character herself—was a little surprised it took so long. They shared everything, shockingly so. Even the tale of the night at our friend's party when I drove and Sammy drank some vodka something-or-other with Brandon, and in the back of my car, as I drove around the neighborhood, she apparently jerked him off. I could see Brandon's face in the rear view mirror, but nothing else. I just heard him. It was weird, then embarrassing. Then really embarrassing. Then I dropped him off near his house and Sammy fell asleep, so I kept driving until she sobered up and I could take her home. We barely mentioned it, largely because I was mortified about it and Sammy probably didn't remember fully. I didn't even know where Brandon had, you know, done his thing. I had to search the car, but I can only assume it was on him or Sammy, and I didn't need any more details. - We hung out at Sammy's a little while ago. Her mom had a very large glass of wine and told the story of her first time. She described it as messy and uncomfortable; it sounded terrible, but she laughed long and loud as she related the story. After draining that glass she refilled and matter-of-factly asked Sammy if she'd ever had an orgasm. We both giggled. I mean, we barely knew what the word meant. But her mom pressed and Sammy coyly suggested she had tried playing with herself. I was so embarrassed I jumped up and left. Sammy never told me exactly where the discussion went next, but it was clear she knew more about this stuff than I did. I know I was slow on the up-take, partly because I was taller than a lot of the boys; while I had a couple of boyfriends, nothing was serious. They were boys and they were friends. I did kiss Nathan, with tongue, last year, which was weird, but weirdly awesome and I thought about it for ages, but he just wanted to play baseball all day every day so it went nowhere. Now I'd filled out a bit, and the boys seemed to have caught up with me, so I thought I was getting noticed more just by walking around the mall. Sammy barged in. "'Sup, girlfriend," she greeted me. Her dark hair was pulled in its familiar pony tail and her blue eyes glinted as she flashed her signature bright grin. She swung a bag onto my bed and fell back on it, propping herself on her elbows as she looked me up and down. "Not bad, Gem, not bad at all. I mean, it's a little dowdy, typical Gem, but damn, sister. Look at those pins." I lifted my leg, pointing my toe at her. She stood up in front of me and jabbed me in the stomach with her finger. "You been doing sit-ups? Even your crappy hair looks good right now." Sammy always teased me about my light brown hair. It never seemed to fit a style, so I generally pulled it up or in a ponytail. Right now it hung loose over my shoulders, framing the black bikini top. "Okay, you've got to see what I bought," Sammy said, giddily. Excitedly, she grabbed the bag from the bed and pulled out what seemed to be a tiny sliver of yellow fabric. "My bikini," she squealed. She pulled her tight t-shirt over her head and before I could look away, unclipped her lacy blue bra, tossing it casually on the floor. I mean, we'd seen each other naked, kind of, in the locker room, but this was up close and Sammy wasn't shy at all. She grabbed at her full, incredibly perky, firm breasts and jiggled them, giggling, then took the bikini top and tied it around her back, adjusting herself into the shockingly small cups. The top was as tiny as it seemed, but pulled together her boobs into a surprisingly deep cleavage. She cupped and jiggled her boobs again. "Thoughts?" she asked. I was a little stunned. Even by Sammy's standards this was a little brazen. I nodded and smiled. "Then check this," she said. She kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her jeans shorts. She kicked her foot up, flicking the shorts on to the floor, landing next to her t-shirt. "Soccer practice," she giggled. Quickly she pulled down her white panties, revealing a freshly shaved mound. Again, stunned, I tried not to stare, but I didn't know she shaved like that. Sammy sensed my shock. "Oh honey, yeah, was going to tell you about this...it's awesome, so freeing." Her hand pushed in her stomach as she looked down at her own handiwork, lifting her slit, which let her inner lips poke out slightly. But she didn't stop. She bent over to grab the bikini from the bed, and all I could see was her pussy, and in that moment, all I could think was how different it looked to what I'd seen of mine. Not that I'd studied, just natural observations, but I was immediately aware that my labia lips pushed out further naturally. I kinda thought they were all the same. Clearly not. Sammy pulled up the yellow bikini bottoms and wiggled her hips side to side as she pulled out the elastic to cover her mound, then arched her back to pull the string into her butt crack. She turned her back to me immediately, sticking out her ass that was barely covered. It was tanned like the rest of her body and looked great, but so...so revealing. She spun around to face me, putting her hands on her hips, and cocking them to one side. She looked so cute, so young, so hot. "It is..." I stuttered "an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow bikini." Sammy laughed. "Yep, that's what I was going for." "I guess this is why you, ahem, trimmed so thoroughly," I said. "Oh, this," Sammy said and pulled the elastic of her bikini forward, providing another view of her shaved mound. "I love it. Have you done it? You should do it. You should totally do it." I shook slightly, uncomfortable with where this was going. "Er, no. I, erm, well, wouldn't...I don't know...how...isn't it itchy?" "Not really," Sammy answered matter-of-factly, "if you keep it shaved every few days, keep it moisturized, no problems." "But doesn't that mean that your, er, special place...is, well...is pressing on your pants all the time?" "You mean my clit?" Sammy blurted out in typically blunt fashion. "Maybe a bit, but that's part of the fun...if it rubs a bit when I'm on the bus it can feel kinda crazy." Wow. My jaw dropped. Sammy had always been ahead of me in the sexual experience curve, particularly now she and Brandon had done the deed, but we'd clearly crossed into new territory. "How did you learn that," I asked. "Mom," Sammy answered. "She came into the shower a little buzzed while I was in there. She saw me and said I should consider getting rid of that fluff. She dug in the cupboard, handed me a razor and gel, and I did it. It was cool." "I mean, look," Sammy continued, "I know you're in black, and this thing..." she gestured at my body, my conservative bikini, "covers a bunch, but right there...RIGHT THERE..." Sammy pointed at my groin. I looked down, trying to see what she was seeing. She crouched down in front of me, her finger between my legs, and flicked at a few stray pubes that had escaped from my suit. I was mortified. My mind was racing. I flashed forward to the beach where boys, girls, strangers might see this and point, laughing. I shook the potential nightmare from my mind. "Come on," Sammy said in a high-pitched, excitable voice, "do it, let's get this done...I'll help." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into my bathroom, seating us side-by-side on the edge of the tub. "Okay, this is what we need," she stated, more authoritative than I'd ever heard her. "My mom gave me all the pointers, it works great. You have the razor, you have the gel, we're all set," as she pulled them from the rack on my shower. Sammy leaned over me, her breasts brushing against mine, as she grabbed the shower head and turned it on, letting it run while the water ran warm. Sammy nodded to the tub and stated, firmly, "Get in." "In this?" I asked waving my hands over my bikini. Sammy laughed. "We might need some access," she said, nodding towards my bikini bottoms. I paused. This was happening fast, which was good as it meant I didn't have the time to over-process in the way I usually would. But it was also exciting. And new. And...what the hell? I had to find out. I looked down, took a deep breath, and pulled down my bikini bottoms and placed them carefully on the edge of the bath. "Yeah, needs work," Sammy snorted derisively as she looked at my thick bush. "Let's get to work." Sammy took the gel can and squirted the orange cream into her hands, rubbing them together to create the foam. I'd only ever used this on my legs and 'pits before. And that was easy, expected. This? This was different. Sammy looked me in square in the eyes. "Okay, sister, this is it," she stated, a little hint of nervousness emerging in her voice. But she continued: "Spread 'em." Slowly, I parted my knees that had been welded together. Sammy slipped off the side of the tub on to her knees in front of me. Without a word she used her elbows to spread my legs wider, fully exposing my pussy region to her. "Come on, come on, sooner it's done, sooner we're finished," she blurted in a matter-of-fact way while I was still processing what was about to happen. I shifted my hips forward towards her and leaned my head back, staring at the ceiling. I felt the bubbles of the foam touch my bush, and then Sammy's hand covering my entire area with it. It was so strange. Only myself and my doctor—when she insisted she take a look—had touched anything down there. Last year at a party this boy called Dayon had asked me to dance, and I did, and it was fun until some slow song came on when he pulled me close to him, despite the fact I was about six inches taller, and in the middle of the song he lifted my skirt and tried to drop his hand inside my panties. I pushed him back and glowered at him. He called me a "frigid bitch," which was drowned by the noise of the music and he charged through the packed dance floor, leaving me stunned, trying not to be humiliated by the ordeal. I just grabbed my purse and left, fuming all the way, and considering humiliating ways to degrade Dayon. That day will come. But today, right now, Sammy is between my legs smearing warm, sweet-smelling foam over my hairy bush. "Right, that part is done. Stay still," she commanded as she rinsed the remaining foam from her hands. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she brandished the razor towards me. "I'm not kidding, stay still," she stated, and I froze in place. I could feel one hand on my inner thigh, then the razor slowly drag down, and hear the tell-tale click of blade on hair. We were now beyond any stopping point. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling while Sammy pulled, flicked, rinsed, and silently completed her task. "One last bit," Sammy said, pulling me back to reality. She rinsed the razor again, and as I brought my eyes down, I saw her carefully, studiously drag it lightly over my lips. With a perky exuberance she then pronounced "Ta-da." I looked down and all I could see was my labia, my inner lips poking through, and the remnants of the foam. Oh. My. God. It was done. I was shaved. It was...it was...amazing. "Let's wash this all off," said Sammy and she turned on the shower head, rinsing my waist, groin, and legs. It felt good. It felt different. The warm water pounding on my, my...I guess this is now my pussy...was arousing. Sammy grabbed my towel and gently patted around my waist and legs, then very gently between them. "Lotion," she chirped, and took the bottle from the top of my toilet. She pumped several streams into her palm and without asking or even acknowledging me, began to massage it where all the hair had previously been. As she rotated her hand, rubbing the warm, creamy lotion into my lips, I couldn't help but gasp a little. It felt so good. Sammy looked up at me and I opened my eyes to catch her looking. "Want me to keep going?" she asked? The lotion felt soothing, so I nodded and kept my eyes closed. Then I felt a pressure on my clitoris as fingers spread even my inner lips apart. The weight of the touch changed from firm massage to gentle caress. Eyes closed. Eyes closed. I needed not to think. I knew if I did I'd process, evaluate, and almost certainly stop what was happening. This wasn't Dayon, this was...it didn't matter. This was bliss. I started to feel the sensations as I had on the few occasions I had done this myself. The first time was so strange, not knowing what would happen, and when my body tensed and twitched I was caught between stopping so I could control the experience and an impossible desire to maintain the feeling and enjoy its conclusion. I had to consult the internet to validate what I'd felt. What did people do before the internet, I wondered? Maybe everyone had a Sammy to turn to back then, where there were no boundaries. Ah, Sammy...Sammy... And I remembered where I was and realized what was happening. I could feel my vagina lubricating, mixing my own juices with the lotion, allowing her thumb to slip easily over my clitoris. I felt an insertion, Sammy's fingers entering my warm, wet vagina, and hooking around, searching for the mythical G-spot. I'd heard about it, tried to find it myself. To no avail; it was kind of gross just trying. Even the internet couldn't help on this one. But Sammy. Suddenly I felt tense as an impulse shot throughout my whole body. The warmth, the anticipation, it was rising. I kept my eyes closed, but independent of my thoughts my hips pushed up towards the touch that was causing this sensation and I realized those fingers were now pushed as far inside me as they could go. And it was amazing. And it was tense. And I buried the thoughts of what was really happening deep down as I let the swell of tingles, the pulse of passion flow over me. Eyes closed. Eyes closed. I wanted it to end, but not end, just...finish. I think I knew what that meant, but I couldn't write a thesis on it. The pressure on the top, the manipulation of my lips, the warmth, and simply the smooth, focused intensity started to throb through all my body. I felt the warmth rising but wasn't sure where it was headed. I threw my head back, unclear why, other than the intensity that was flooding throughout my body. It caused me to tense, but not to back away from Sammy's touch, but to press deeper into it. I heard myself gasp audibly and resisted the urge to back off in embarrassment at what was happening. It felt so good. My heart pounded and my breath quickened and then my entire body tensed, my toes curled, my hands fixed in a powerful fist, my stomach taut, and my jaw clenched, but the gurgle and groan that emitted from the depths of my soul could not be contained. Suddenly my entire body relaxed, and with it I let out a loud, freeing sigh, an exhalation of exultation. Goosebumps rose across my thighs and down my arms. I relaxed, eyes still closed, head back, pointed at the ceiling. I felt Sammy remove her fingers slowly, and was suddenly shocked back to reality when I heard a yell of "Gemima!" I tensed again and opened my eyes to see Sammy frozen too, her smile slowly curling into a frown. "Gemima, are you okay? What's going on in there?" It was the unmistakable bellow of my mother on a mission. She couldn't be more different from Sammy's mother. Mine was always picking, always questioning. The footsteps up the stairs were, however, quite obvious. Sammy lunged for her outfit and I grabbed my towel. When the door opened Sammy had managed to recline on the bed, magazine in hand. I emerged—shaking—from the bathroom, wrapped in the towel. "What was that noise? It sounded like...well, it sounded like sex," she barked. "Mom,"—I was taking control—"you're paranoid. Sammy and I were hanging out, listening to music, so that's what you might have heard." She turned and left, pulling the door closed quickly as Sammy stifled a laugh. "I suppose," I suggested, "I'm ready for the beach."