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Kelly and I

By: bblover



This is a true story of my first serious girlfriend and I. And this is my 1st story written feel free to send me comm

Back in 2001 I finished my college Associate Degree in March for Drafting and moved 3 hours from home in an area in Washington. As my job went on I found that it wasn't easy task to make friends either at the nearby bars or at the gym. So a quiet guy of age 21 has only one other option online personals. When I matched with Kelly I knew I had to meet her in person. After months of emails and other means of long distance communications we finally decided to meet in person in November.

Kelly at the time was 19 years old, 5'-0" long shoulder blade Auburn red curly hair and a petite frame to boot. She only was like an A cup, and flat stomach. And I am Nick glad to meet you. Anyhow Kelly was coming up from Florida and the Greyhound and it would take her 5 days to arrive to me. When the day finally arrived I was a nervous wreck, I never done this kind of stuff before and wasn't sure what to expect. She got off the bus and I was so blown away, it took a second to catch my breath. I think I made a comment on how short she was and the lack of suitcases she brought with her.

To start the time together I took her to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant chatted some and had a nice dinner. Later she tells me I was so shy and stuttering my words. Like I said I was new to this.

After dinner we ended up at my apartment, where I dropped her stuff off in my bedroom. I came into my living room where I kissed her deeply. She asked if this is my 1st time with a woman, was I that transparent on my eagerness. Anyhow she said I have this piano music on CD that might make things more romantic for your first time and for me. So I put in the CD and walked back to her. Here she was standing by a wall in a stripped t-shirt and orange shorts, hair tousled and damn she looked cute. I kissed her again this time her and I slipped tongues in each other's mouth. I was getting harder by the second.

"Kiss and lick my neck" she blurts out.

So eager as I was I moved from her lips to her chin, then down to her neck, leaving a trail of my tongue and lips. I was shacking with nerves again. She grabs my hands onto her left boob and I went right away at messaging it and feeling the nipples.

I slipped a hand of mine under the hem of her shirt where I slowly slid the shirt upwards. Once I saw her stomach come into view I leaned over and kissed her tummy and moved my face upwards to her braless boobs. Here I saw the nicest round firm boobs ever. I latched on her eraser like nipples nibbling and licking all over one boob then the next one.

I asked her to remove her shirt and shorts. She tossed her shirt off faster then I blinked and slowly moved her shorts down her nice shapely legs. I took my clothes off as well, my hands were all shaking and I couldn't stop it. She told me to relax some. She was fully naked before me and I kiss her again my arms around her back and I turn her around and slowly and we slowly end up going to the floor.

I sat on my knees looking her over and seeing her bald puffy pussy lips drove me crazy. I went head first licking what I could of her. (Not bad for a rookie). She had no funky taste as I so heard women sometimes do.

"Hey Kelly do we need to use a condom for tonight. " I asked unsure what to do next.

"Yes and I have some for your use." She replies back to me.

Amazingly all 7 inches of me is still hard what seemed like ages ago when we came back to my place.

I tried slowly to insert my dick in her pussy but for some reason I had a hard time inserting myself in her. I wasn't sure if she was tight or I just too big for her. We tried many moves her on the bottom her angled on top of me trying to guide my hard dick into her waiting pussy. Finally after like 30 minutes of this we decided to stop for now. I put on my pjs as she did herself and gotten ready for bed.

Since I just had a twin size bed I figured we could curl up on my futon couch. During that night she would bump my arm with her nice round ass and it would actually vibrate. I rolled so I can put my arms around her and lay with my chest faced her back. Testing her while she slept I moved my hips into her ass, she would unknowingly shack her ass back into my crotch. I was so hard and horny from her actions that night trying to sleep, when she did finally wake up, I immediately French kissed her hard.

"Good morning to you too Nick." She said with a grin on her face.

I roll her on top of me where I continued to kiss her I moved my right hand along her back into her pj short bottoms. Here I moved my hand around her ass till I found her pussy opening. I inserted 2 fingers in her and moved my hand in and out of her. The juices from her cunt were flowing within a minute of me doing this. After a short time I do believe she came and moaned a little.

We roll over again and I was on top I pulled off my pajamas and was like okay I am going to fuck you. No more feeling like I can't do it.

"Do we need a condom or am I good"

"I am on the debout shot so no your fine without a condom." She said gasping for air.

I line up my now hard dick to her opening and remembering from last night I grabbed a hold of the futon arm rest and pulled myself into her warm eager pussy. I couldn't believe this a few days ago I was a lonely horny virgin, and now I am fucking a hot equally horny girl. 

As I moved myself back and forth I started to pick up speed all the time looking at her shirt pulled up to her exposed boobs and on occasion kissing her lips. I think I only made it like 5 minutes before I said I was going to cum. She was Cumming like a river as it was.

Then it happened I came so hard I actually saw stars in my eyes. I collapsed on top of her sweaty and a big smile on my face. She and I kissed again she got up to clean herself up and I watched her nice back and her round butt walk away from me.

Later that week we were laying in my bed talking when I had a funny idea in my head I said I want to jerk off for you. So I pulled my sweats down and starting to stroke myself. Her eyes were glued to my cock as I moved my hand up and down my shaft. I came like the other night and she came as I did rubbing her crotch on my leg.

She and I ended that week with her going back to Florida to work out with an ex boyfriend. I was sad but I was happy to meet her. Then a year later I was lonely again and was like I wonder what Kelly is up to.

She was so happy to hear from me and said she is no longer with that guy she left me with and would love to see me again. This time she flew in and stayed with me for 2 months. Her boobs gotten to a 34B still nice round and firm. I loved when she fucked me on top so I can suck on her deliousis tits. And she sucked my dick one night; wow feeling her teeth on my shaft was heaven.

Since then we stayed in touch like best friends. Over the next 10 years her and me would write a letter or call each other up. She is one of the few people I could be so open with and tells anything to her. She moved around some and I finally moved back home to start a new career. I dated my second serious girlfriend for since 2006, but that one hated me talking to Kelly.

She hides her letters, deletes her online accounts and erased her number a few times. I kept telling the new girlfriend Kelly and I are just friends now. This went on for 2.5 years till this December when I finally broke it off with her.

I told Kelly all this and she and I started to talk again. She recently is engaged to some great guy and sent me a picture for me. She says her boobs are now a 34C and wow do they look nice. I can image me titty fucking her.

They say you never forget your first time. And late at night I sometimes jerk off thinking of her nice boobs or the sexual activities we did do. I hope the next girlfriend is as great as this one has been to me.

Kelly and I's Very Wet Time



I was running back and forth, tidying up every little spot of my apartment. I rarely had company, which is why it was always such a mess. Of course, it would probably end up being a bigger mess later, what with me dying my own hair for the first time ever. I scooped up a few electronics that were on the floor into my hands and threw them in the closet. Just a few more things to do until- DING, DING! 

"Open up, it's Kelly!" a high-pitched voice called from behind the door. I unlocked the door and opened it to find her with dozens of little bottles and bags practically overflowing out of her arms. 

"Hey Danny!" she happily greeted. I took some of the stuff out of her arms to help her. She closed the door behind her with her foot. Kelly was short and skinny with light brown shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. She wore loose-fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. After putting our load onto the table, we plopped right down onto the couch. 

"What, you bought out Wal-Mart's inventory?" I huffed. 

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure we had everything we need! You're not the only one that's dying!" she snapped.

"Dying, hm?"

"Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." she rolled her eyes. 

Within minutes, I could hear Kelly muttering the instructions on the back of the box to herself from behind the door.

We both agreed that she would go first and I would go in after, calling her if I needed help. I turned on the TV and turned the game console on. It could have been a half hour, but it seemed like only a minute or two when I heard the door open and felt steam come out of the room a few feet away.

"Alright, your turn!" she declared before going into a bedroom off to the side, probably to see how she looked in the larger mirror.

"Uh huh..." I mumbled, barely paying attention, enwrapped in the game. I hadn't even looked up. I beat the level I was on, then went into the bathroom. Not surprisingly, there were hair products and a very light brown sink in there. I looked at the bottles and dug through to the right one; I only wanted to make my hair a little lighter for the first time. As I applied everything and turned the water on, my thoughts drifted to Kelly. After all, she WAS the one who convinced me to do this in the first place. We had only met a few years back, but we forged a strong friendship right away. So strong, that I was never really willing to ask her out on a date or anything out of fear of ruining that great friendship. She had flirted with me a few times throughout the years, but I think that was more of her playful nature. 

Halfway through washing the water out, I noticed a white t-shirt to the side. I mentally kicked myself for not cleaning up the apartment that well, but quickly realized that it was Kelly's! I saw that it was soaking wet, which is why she probably left it here to dry. Does that mean she was running around with no shirt...?

Either way, I was done. I did final washing and drying, and looked at myself in the mirror. I had successfully went from dark brown to slightly-brighter-than-dark-brown!

I threw open the door to declare how proud I was, and found Kelly on my couch, video game controller in one hand and the other in a bag of chips. It was her shirt that was on the floor; she was sitting there in her tan-colored bra and jeans! 

"Your stats suck." she plainly stated, pointing to the screen. I did my absolute best to pay no attention to the fact she was running around with no shirt, but she must have seen me catch a glimpse.

And before you say anything about this," she pointed to her bra, "my shirt was absolutely soaked. Besides, we're friends here, right? No big deal, right? Besides, I thought you didn't like flatties." she laughed and pressed her elbows together so her (small, I guess she is an A or B) chest would protrude. I laughed along, trying to hide how suddenly turned on I was by the fact that my 

friend of these few years was flirting like never before. I shrugged it off, and sat down beside her. I watched her play the game, and tried to catch a better glimpse at each chance I got. As sad as it sounds, I felt my blood spike and my heart rush each time one of us adjusted how we sat and her bare arm touched my own. 

Kelly reached over for a quick drink of booze (hey, she raided that from MY fridge!), and as she removed it from her lips, her hand slipped and the bottle's contents spilled all over her. 

"SHIT!" she jumped up and quickly wiped off what she could off of her bra and jeans. 

"Uh, gimme a minute!" she seemed to panic. She ran into the room where I kept the washing machine. I heard it turn on only moments after she went in. I shrugged again, although I was curious why she was so concerned. Before I could wonder any more, a very embarrassed-sounding Kelly called from behind the door. 

"Danny...?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you PROMISE not to laugh or do anything bad or ANYTHING?"

"Sure..." I responded without hesitating. 

Kelly cracked open the door just a tiny bit, and just stuck her head out a bit. 

"You sure...?" she squeeked. 

"I promise." this time, it was moreso for our friendship instead of a "yeah sure whatever" type of thing. She sighed, and slowly opened the door. I made absolutely no facial expressions that gave away what I was thinking...

Kelly stood there in the doorway in JUST her panties!

"Ok, gimme a minute to explain. Those jeans were HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS. They're designer. You know I usually couldn't care less about that sort of thing, but they were a gift from a friend, Sasha. Meh, you might remember her." Kelly seemed less tense now that I showed little reaction, and she sat down on the side of the couch that DIDN'T have booze stains. So far, so still-we're-

friends-here. That would quickly change.

"As for the bra...laugh all you want, but it was my first ever. Memories!" she giggled. I laughed too, and when I looked at her in the eyes when we were talking, I realized that I must have had the most will-power ever. 

We both stayed silent, staring at the screen, until a few moments later.

"You know what? Let's be fair. Strip!" she laughed.

"Wait, WHAT?" I could barely comprehend what I was hearing.

"Yep! Shirt and jeans gotta go! You wouldn't want me to feel EMBARASSED, would you?" she pouted and gave me puppy eyes. I blushed deeply, and heartily complied. My clothes were in a pile on the floor, and I was sitting there just in my black boxers. Kelly giggled, and I quickly discovered why: my boner was making a tent in my boxers!

"So he DOES like flat girls!" she laughed out loud. This time, my only response was a deep blush. 

"Well...they're not THAT small..." Kelly thought out loud as she felt her tits. This time, I didn't even attempt to hide my stare. She caught me and our eyes locked. She grinned, licked her lips, and got off of the couch.

I couldn't believe this was happening! Kelly smoothly and quickly ran her hands down her body from her shoulders, to chest bone, to breasts, to nipples, to stomach, to naval, to thighs, to knees, and finally to feet. The entire time, her once-giddy smile was still there, but was now more lustful than cheerful. 

She got down onto her knees, eying the tent in my boxers. She ran her hand over it, and the head of my cock was just barely poking out.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." She giggled as she pulled my boxers down a bit to get a better look. She pulled them down to about my knees and got a good look at my cock and balls. I blushed there, not wanting to say anything that might change the situation. 

She looked up at me, held my cock in one hand, looked at it, looked back at me one more time, then shoved my whole cock down her throat all at once! She looked me straight in the eyes as she did so and held it there for a moment. Her eyes were beginning to water up, and I was about to say something, but she pulled off all at once and immediately started gagging. 

"God, I-I'm sorry!" she was still coughing and breathing in deeply.

"Kelly, what do you have to be sorry about? That was amazing! Never seen anything like it!" I teasingly patted her on the head. She smiled, but I felt bad seeing her reddened eyes after they had watered up. 

"I think I deserve a little something after that." she sighed, sat back on the couch, and spread her legs. I was more than happy to give her that little something.

I got down on my knees in front of her, and set my eyes on her glistening pussy. I must have stared too long, because she got impatient.

"Hey, c'mon! Chop chop!" she teasingly commanded. I blushed, put my hands on her ass to lift her up a bit, and began licking. 

Her body immediately shivered and she let a moan escape. I explored every spot of her pussy, making sure to find that perfect pleasure point. I licked on and around her clit most of the time, eliciting the strongest response; she would spread her legs wider, moan loudly, and push my head right into her. However, just to explore some more, I shoved my tongue right up her pussy, receiving a very loud gasp, an "OH!". She would buck her hips with pleasure. 

"Oooh, fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" was all Kelly would pant, unable to think of anything else in her pleasure-clouded mind. For a smart girl, she certainly seemed to lose it in bed.

"Danny! God, fuck me! I don't wanna cum with you eating me out, I want to have it with your thick cock inside me..." she panted. I responded by running into the bathroom, fumbling through the cabinet, and pulling out a condom. Kelly was in the same position as before. 

"Bet you thought you'd never use that, huh?" she laughed. I rolled my eyes and blushed, clumsily putting it on. She patted the spot beside her.

"Here, I'll ride you." she stated as plainly as if she were telling the time. She was lazily rubbing her clit with one hand. I sat right down beside her, and she

wasted no time.

Kelly crawled on top of me, took a deep breath, and sat right down onto my cock! Her pussy was incredibly tight, I never felt anything like her! She moaned loudly, rubbing her clit with one hand and balancing with the other. I courteously gently moved her hand with my own so I could rub for her. 

That hand went to one of her tits, and with my other hand, moved her hand so I could squeeze her (which I guessed was more of a B than A) tit and her nipple.

"Ooh, aren't you a gentleman." she giggled and she began to bob herself up and down. Each time she lifted herself up, almost to the head of my cock, 

she'd let gravity drop herself right back down, no self-control. Each time I filled her up once more, she grunted, but a few minutes later, those little grunts turned to loud moans. 

"Fuck, I'm almost...!" she moaned. She tensed her muscles, especially the ones around my cock. I took my hands off of Kelly's tit and clit and placed both on her ass and squeezed. 

"DANNY!"

"KELLY!" we simultaneously screamed out. I filled the condom to the very brink with my cum, and Kelly bucked her hips hard as her juices came trickling down. We were both panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths. 

Kelly stayed inside me and leaned over, pressing her chest up against mine( yep, definitely B-sized boobs). She looked up at me and giggled. 

"Hey, your color came out pretty good." Kelly giggled. 

"Yours too." I laughed. We sat there holding each other for a few minutes until she chipped in one more time.

"So, friends to friends with benefits, huh?" 



Kelly and Jamie



"So."

"So, what?"

"Does she know about us?"

"Of course."

"Is she jealous?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean maybe?"

"Probably."

"I thought you guys only kissed that one time."

"Yeah, but I think she wanted more."

"Doesn't she have a serious boyfriend in college or something?

"Girlfriend. But she still tells everyone that she has a boyfriend."

"So she knows about us."

"Yeah. We've talked about stuff. And she flirts with me."

"Uh huh"

"I'm sorry, I should have told you all of this earlier, but it really doesn't even matter. I'm going to be friends with her. She's fucked up."

"How?"

"She stole stuff."

"Stole what?"

"From the store."

"No way."

"That's what's really pissing me off."

"Why?"

"She gave me such a hard time about what I did. Compared to her I didn't do anything."

"What did you do?"

"You know how she got me the job right? I didn't want to work at the camp again. I couldn't do that, so I begged her to get me a job at Geoffrey's."

"I didn't know that."

"She didn't tell you."

"I haven't talked to her yet."

"So what happened?"

"It was a couple of weeks after I got back. Holly's been working at Geoffrey's forever, so I went over there and filled out an application. She saw me in the store and pretended not to know me."

"Why?"

"She said that the store doesn't want friends working together, thinks they'll goof around and not do any work. But I already told the manager that I knew her."

"Did you say you were friends?"

"No. I said that we had some classes together in school but that we weren't friends. And she told me that she said the same thing to Marnie?"

"Marnie?"

"The manager."

"Oh."

"Then I had to meet with Shirley, this older lady that Holly says comes in only about once a week. She's the main boss. She manages all of the stores on the Island. So I had to meet with her. She was nice, but a little weird. Very businesslike."

"And..."

"I was hired. Holly worked the register most of the time and I was put upstairs mostly, in Juniors."

"That sucks."

"It was ok. Hardly any customers after June, but a lot last week."

"Why's that?"

"Back to school."

"Oh, right."

"And we pretended that we weren't good friends."

"Was it hard?"

"It was easy. She spent almost all of her breaks hanging out in the parking lot in the back of the store talking to her mother on her cell phone."

"What did you do?"

"I don't know. Different things. Mostly I hung out with the other girls in the break room...or ran across the street to the deli."

"She wasn't friends with everybody?"

"Barely talked to them. She's on the phone all the time, did you ever notice that? Mostly talking to her mother, sometimes to Todd, but mostly with her mother. Sometimes she would give me a ride home and talked while she was driving."

"She'll get a ticket now...you know that, right?"

"One time, on a busy Saturday afternoon, when it was so busy that even Beth was doing a cashier, Holly went home sick. It was so obvious that she was faking it. She said that she was having an allergic attack."

"From what?"

"Who knows? Dust, pollen...she sat in the break room sneezing and practically crying. Her mother came and picked her up."

"Typical."

"But anyway, she was stealing clothes from the store. Things she didn't even want."

"How did she do that?"

"I'm not sure. She wouldn't tell me. She had the tool to take the plastic tags off when she worked the register."

"She stole a lot of clothes?"

"A bunch. One time she gave me a ride home and showed me a pair of jeans she'd taken."

"And she never got caught?"

"Nope, she took a bunch of stuff. Probably a couple hundred dollars worth. That's why I'm so mad at her."

"For stealing?"

"Yeah, but then she got mad at me, which made me hate her even more."

"Why is she mad at you?"

"Well...today was the last day. And Shirley -- the old woman I was telling you about--came up to me and thanked me and said that she hoped I had fun."

"So..."

"It was in the middle of a really busy day. I was so tired, so I guess I didn't thank her back, barely even looked at her. And this pissed her off somehow."

"Did you thank her?"

"No. I should have, but I didn't. And then she goes off on me...telling me that good jobs are hard to come by and I should be a little more appreciative."

"Uh oh."

"And then she went upstairs and yelled at Holly for recommending me, saying something like 'Nice friend you got there, Holly.'"

"What did Holly say."

"The other girls said that Holly pretended that we barely knew each other and tried to kiss her ass. I think she wants to work there over Winter break."

"That's lame."

"So then she's driving me home and she's yelling at me, saying that I should've thanked Shirley, that it made her look bad."

"Nice."

"I said 'Look bad? You're the one whose been stealing clothes all Summer!' And she was like 'So what? I didn't get caught.'"

"That's lame."

"Sounds like a lot of drama."

"Some. But it's over now."

"I miss you."

"I miss you."

"I can't wait to get back."

"I can't wait to see you."

"I know."

"I can't wait to..."

"Wait to what..."

"You know..."

"I don't know."

"Kiss you..."

"Yeah?"

"Hold you."

"What else..."

"Go down on you..."

"Mmmm..."

"You go down on me..."

"I can't wait either."

"I've been masturbating like crazy."

"Me too."

"I've been watching that DVD you sent me and using the vibrator."

"Mmmm..."

"Cumming my brains out."

"Good girl."

"I must've had 5 orgasms the other day."

"My housemate is going to be gone a lot, so we're going to have a lot of time alone this semester."

"Okay."

"So we can really have our way with each other."

"Okay."

"What are you doing right now?"

"Just laying in bed."

"What are you wearing?"

"A t-shirt, some shorts. What about you?"

"Nothing."

"Haha."

"I've just been walking around the apartment naked all day, thinking about you."

"I've been thinking about you too."

"Now I'm just laying on my bed, playing with my pussy"

"Mmmm..."

"My pussy is so wet right now."

"So is mine."

"You're going to die when you see me. I got so tan, and my hair got really light."

"Are you still playing with your pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Me too."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Making love to you."

"Mmmmm..."

"I can't wait to wrap my legs around you."

"The first thing I want to with you when you get here is take a shower together."

"Okay."

"And then we're going to spend the rest of the day in bed. And I'm going to kiss and lick every inch of that hot body of yours."

"I got a new skirt that your going to love. I'm going to make myself look so hot for you...I'm getting my hair done, my nails done.""

"No panties this time."

"Okay."

"I can't wait to go down on you."

"I want you to."

"I love licking your pussy."

"I come so hard when you lick my pussy."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's cum right now."

"I'm almost there." 



Jess & Kel Get Closer



I always thought that Jessica had a beautiful body, although I tried my best to pretend not to notice. I was 24 then, and she was 21. We'd met at church 5 years earlier, and had been best friends from the beginning. Jess was one of those "comfortable with her body" people, which made it difficult for me to pretend I wasn't attracted to her on some level. Anytime we were at her house, she found some reason to undress, leaving me feeling awkward, and trying to desperately fix my gaze on something other than her. I was a church girl, and church girls weren't supposed to think the things I thought while trying not to look.

"So are you gonna stay over tonight or what," she said while pulling a black tank top up over her head. "My grandparents are gonna be gone until Sunday, so we'll have the house ALL to ourselves...and you know what THAT means." 

I could tell she expected me to answer. And, I would have. But, I honestly had no idea what that was supposed to mean. I pulled my eyes away from the magazine I was pretending to read, and focused intently on her face, trying to ignore her exposed breasts just below.

She sighed.

"THAT means we can do whatever we want, sleep in the den, and my grandmother won't be around to bug us all night."

She quickly sat on the bed opposite me, and positioned her hands in the classic prayer posture, imploring me to not let her down.

"You gonna stay?"

Was I going to stay? I was undecided. I had to work early the next morning, and knew that if I stayed the night, I'd get no sleep. It was hard to resist her begging, though. I'd been feeling guilty about dodging her invitations to hang out on the weekends. Between that, and the fact that I knew she didn't like being alone at night, I felt I didn't really have much of a choice.

"I GUESS so," I said, feigning indifference. She didn't buy my apathy. 

She leaned in quickly to give me a hug, her breast brushing against my arm.

"Whoo! We're gonna have so much fun."

She jumped up fast, finished changing clothes and bolted out the bedroom door. Instead of following her, I lay back on the bed and shut my eyes. I was tired. It was only 10 o'clock but I was already counting down the hours until I had to wake up. 

"You wanna watch a movie," I heard her yell from the kitchen. A movie....no. Not now.

"Sure," I said without much conviction. "Pick out whatever you want, but I'm warning you I'll probably fall asleep!"

I got up from the bed and moved to the dresser. Our spontaneous slumber parties were so frequent, I'd kept spare pajamas at Jess's house for years. I opened the bottom drawer, and rustled through the barrage of assorted t-shirts, shorts and panties. I chose what I thought would be the most comfy and headed to the bathroom to change. I met up with her in the doorway, just in time to see her eyes roll to the ceiling.

"Kelly, I've told you a thousand times...you don't have to go the bathroom every time you change clothes. I don't care if you change in front of me."

Whereas Jessica had drawn the card of the leggy blonde at birth, I hadn't been so fortunate. Instead, I drew the card of the chubby girl with the pretty face, and at that time in life, was painfully self-conscious of my body. In fact, during all the time we'd spent together, Jessica had never seen me naked; something that seemed to almost offend her. 

"And, I've told you a thousand times," I said, giving her the sweetest look I could muster, "I'll be right back." 

With that, I stuck out my tongue and headed for the bathroom. Although Jessica was always telling me how beautiful she thought I was, I didn't buy it. I brushed her flattery off to my best friend in the world, trying to make me feel good about myself. She was supposed to tell me those things. So, I ignored them. 

"You're gonna love this movie," I heard her shout. "It's one I've wanted to see for a while, but could never watch when my grandparents were home."

Naturally, that got my attention.

"I taped it from HBO about a month ago...I think I told you about it."

I made my way back to her room, and tossed my clothes in a corner. I felt her presence behind me before I felt her whisper in my ear.

"I said I think I told you about it."

I turned around to find her standing close, her face inches away from mine.

"What movie is it?"

She wiggled her eyebrows up and down a little while answering, "Better Than Chocolate. That lesbian movie."

"Ewwww," I said in mock disgust. "You really wanna watch that? You want to watch lesbian porn?"

She laughed.

"It's not lesbian porn," she said, hitting me with one of the pillows she was carrying out the room. "It's a love story, and I've heard it's good. It just happens to be about two women."

I picked up the remaining two pillows from the bed and followed her out the door.

"You can say it's not lesbian porn if you want...but, if there are two women doing the nasty...I reserve the right to call it lesbian porn."

I hated to admit it, but I suddenly wasn't tired. As a matter of fact, I was probably pretty perky. I'd always wondered what it would be like to watch two women having sex. Although I tried my best to fight it, the idea had always appealed to me. Maybe I wouldn't regret my lack of sleep in the morning, after all.

While she pulled out the sofa bed, I grabbed some blankets from the hall closet. In five minutes, the bed was made, the movie was starting, and Jessica was beginning to take off her shirt. I'd forgotten about that part. She had a habit of sleeping in the nude, and just a week earlier, had convinced me to start doing the same thing. She looked at me as though to ask what I was waiting for.

"Take it off, girl."

I paused for a moment. I didn't feel like hearing her whine about my being so shy, so I jumped in the bed, pulled the sheet up over my head and removed my PJ's, opting to leave only my panties. I then tucked the sheet tight under my arms, ensuring that I was completely decent. I glanced in her direction. She had her back to me, and was in the process of sliding off her underwear. Since she was facing the other way, I took a moment to take in the view. My eyes slid down her back, settling on her ass. To my horror, I felt my clit tighten for a moment, and immediately looked in the other direction. What was wrong with me?

"You ready," she said, climbing in the bed. 

The movie had already started and she settled into her pillow after giving me a big smile. She thought nothing of allowing her breasts to remain exposed, and allowed the sheet to settle around her lower torso. The lights were out, but the glow from the television allowed me to see that her nipples were somewhat erect. I couldn't help wondering if her nipples being erect stemmed from the chill in the air, or the situation we'd found ourselves in; the two of us naked for the most part, in the same bed, about to watch two women make love for two hours. I decided that she probably thought nothing of the situation, and tried my best to concentrate on the movie instead of her body. 

For the first hour, that wasn't too difficult: what was happening on the screen was beautiful; two girls kissing and touching....licking and sucking each other...it was titillating. I found myself more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. My pussy was aching to be touched...but, I wouldn't dare risk her catching me. Instead, I repositioned myself on my side, pulling the crotch of my panties into me and hard against my clit. That way the incessant throbbing would at least be met with some kind of pressure. It was then that I noticed how wet I was. It was shameful...and I wondered if the movie was having the same effect on her. 

Neither of us said a word for the duration of the film. We merely exchanged a few nervous smiles, and when the end credits finally rolled, she turned the television off, then in the darkness crossed to the far end of the room and turned on a small lamp. I stared into my pillow as she climbed back into the bed. I was in agony. She mumbled a brief "goodnight" and settled back into her pillow. 

15...20...30 minutes went by, and I still hadn't fallen asleep. And, from the soft glow of the lamp, I could tell she wasn't asleep either. She was very alert; her eyes boring a hole into the ceiling from her vacant stare. I very deliberately shut my eyes, knowing that I had to wake up in a few scant hours. It was at the moment, she chose to speak.

Her voice was barely audible.

"What do you think it would be like?"

I leaned up on one arm.

"What do I think what would be like?"

She turned her head in my direction.

"The movie..." her voice sort of trailed off.

What was she talking about? I thought I knew, but didn't want to jump to conclusions. So, I played dumb.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, trying to put some confusion into my voice. She sighed in frustration, and turned over to face me, one hand pushing the hair out of her eyes, and the other supporting her head.

"You know...like," she searched for something to say, and finally stammered out, "I don't know...kissing a girl?"

I took a sharp intake of breath, and then tried to fake an heir of nonchalance I wasn't feeling. "I don' know. I guess it would be like kissing a guy, except without the stubble scratching your face up."

She didn't laugh. She rolled her eyes and sank back into her pillow, only to pop right up and ask me sternly, "I'm serious. Have you ever thought about it?"

How was I supposed to answer that question? Of course I'd thought about it. I'd thought about it a zillion times. But, I couldn't be honest. Instead, I played it safe, and answered her question with one of my own.

"I don't know...have YOU ever thought about it?"

She didn't hesitate when answering. 

"Yea, I've thought about it. I've thought about it a lot."

That wasn't the answer I expected. I could tell by the way she was looking at me that she was getting impatient waiting for me to answer. So, I bit my lip and confessed.

"Okay...I may have thought about it a time or two. I'm sure everybody's thought it before."

I tried to explain myself, but she cut me off with another question.

"Yea, but have you ever like...WANTED to do it? Like, really wanted to...beyond just thinking about it?"

She seemed annoyed now, and her abrupt change in demeanor was making me nervous. I didn't know how to answer, so just looked at her and kind of shrugged my shoulders. She slumped back into her pillow and a few minutes passed before she said another word.

"If I wanted to kiss you...would you let me?"

Her question left me stunned. I didn't answer. I lay my head back into my pillow and looked up at the ceiling. What was happening? I was confused...and excited...and frightened. She pulled herself closer to me, and again leaned up, resting her head in her palm. Her face was just a few inches away from mine, and I could feel her naked body pressed against my arm. All the irritation in her voice was gone when she asked again, 

"Would you let me?"

I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt my pulse quicken, and the throbbing in my clit, which had subsided, returned with brutal force. I couldn't speak. I merely looked at her, and gave a faint nod of my head. I heard her breathe in raggedly, and within a few seconds, her mouth was descending onto mine. Our lips barely brushed against each other at first, but the effect was dizzying. Her breath was ragged, and hot. Shyly and slowly...she applied more pressure with her lips, causing mine to part ever so slightly. She gave me tiny kisses this way for a few seconds, and then I felt her tongue graze my bottom lip. My ragged intake of breath must have scared her. She looked worried and afraid when she pulled back.

"Do you want me to stop?" 

"No...I don't want you to stop," I said, leaning up to regain contact with her mouth. I felt her moan as my mouth again met hers. 

As her tongue licked at me, I settled back into the pillow, and slowly parted my lips to allow her the entrance she was seeking. I was scared. Even though I'd thought about this for years, the fact that it was finally happening unnerved me. I lay there stiff as a board, hoping she couldn't tell how frightened I was. I felt a hand go into my hair, as her mouth traveled to my neck. Her hot tongue on my ear lobe sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Every nerve ending in my body was on acute alert, and it confused me. Yes, I'd had sex before, but nothing I'd ever felt made me feel like this. This was genuine arousal; nothing I had to fake. I was more aroused by her kissing my neck than I'd ever been from having sex with a guy. 

"Kelly," she whispered in my ear. "What do you want to do?" 

I didn't know how to answer. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. I wanted the release that my body was aching for. But, what did she want? 

"I don't know," was all I could muster. "What do you want to do?"

Her hand went to the sheet that was still tightly tucked under my arms. She pulled at it lightly, causing it to give just a little. I felt flurries of panic in my stomach. 

"I want to look at you," she said, and slid the sheet down a bit more. 

Although everything inside me cried out to make her stop, I didn't. I just lay there, and looked down at my breasts. She pulled the sheet slowly. I watched as my dark areola came into view, and I cringed. I'd always been jealous of Jessica's light pink nipples. We were complete opposites, she and I. Everything about her was light; everything about me, dark. I wondered what she would think. I watched her face as I felt the sheet slide over and off of my hard nipples, then settle low on my hips. This was the first time Jessica had ever seen my body, and I was petrified. Her lips parted slightly, and I saw that her eyes had a glassy quality to them. 

"I knew it," she said, leaning down to kiss my lips. 

I felt her hand cup one of my breasts, causing me to gasp against her mouth. Her kiss was urgent this time, not languorous and soft like before. She again traveled to my neck with her tongue, giving me an opportunity to speak. What was she talking about before? What did she know?

"You knew what," I said, sounding more concerned than I wanted to.

She laughed a little, and sat up on her knees. Her hand reached down, and I watched as she circled my erect nipple with one finger.

"I knew that your nipples would be the color of honey." 

It was my turn to laugh. She reached down and grabbed my hands, urging me up on my knees in front of her. We sat there for a moment, staring at each other. Neither of us had been in this situation before. She grabbed my hands, and put them around her, drawing us close together. Her skin was hot and smooth against me; our breasts pressed against each other. I somehow found the boldness to finally touch her, and ran my fingertips up and down her sides. She shuddered, and I somehow found my voice, beneath my uncertainty.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

My hands traveled to her full tits, and I scratched her nipples with my nails. I brought my tongue to her neck, licking and kissing just below her ear lobe. 

"And, you have no idea how long I've wanted you to touch me," she whispered into my ear. "You don't know how I used to lie in bed after you fell asleep, thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you, and the things I wanted you to do to me."

This surprised me. She continued.

"I remember one night, when I knew you were asleep, I lay there next to you, fingering my pussy...and I wanted so badly for you to wake up and catch me."

I felt her hand leave my body as she spoke. Then, I felt her legs part a little. I looked down to see her fingers stroking the outer lips of her cunt. She slowly leaned back a bit, while spreading her legs a little more. I watched in awe as her thumb made its way inside her. I could hear her wetness as she circled her clit, which made the agonizing ache in my pussy even worse. I groaned as I watched, then gasped out of surprise as I felt her other hand make it's way between my legs. Her fingers slowly stroked the thin material covering my pussy. 

I'm not sure what happened to me then, but suddenly any nervousness or uncertainty I'd been feeling left me, and what we were doing seemed like the most natural thing in the world. To her protest, I pulled myself away from her, and sat back against the top part of the sofa, my legs spread out in front of me. I then worked my panties down and tossed them onto the floor. I suppose we were thinking the same thing, because when she came close to me, she held onto my shoulders for balance then straddled my lap. She leaned down to kiss me as one of her hands traveled to my breast, and the other between my legs. When she broke the kiss and rose up, her breasts were even with my face. God....they were beautiful. 

As she worked her finger around my clit, I leaned in to kiss and lick one erect nipple while my fingers caressed the other. I found myself mimicking the movements of her finger on my clit, with my tongue. I licked in soft circles first...then a little harder...a little faster. I then pulled it into my mouth, sucking it gently a first, and then harder, while circling with my tongue. When I grazed her nipple with my teeth, I heard her moan, and felt her body tremble. I then focused on the other breast, taking no time to suck her nipple between my lips. 

I was so enraptured with what my tongue was doing to her, that I scarcely noticed when her hand left my pussy. Somewhere in my head, a faint sucking noise registered and I glanced up in time to see her slowly sliding a finger out of her mouth, then back in again. I stopped everything I was doing and watched her slowly suck and lick my wetness off her finger. She saw me watching, then quickly dove into my pussy with her free hand, moving her fingers around inside me to lubricate them. 

Instead of bringing her hand to her mouth like I expected, she surprised me by tracing my bottom lip with one glistening, wet finger. Her other hand went around my neck as she drew her face closer to mine.

"Taste it, Kelly...you taste so fucking good," she said, almost incomprehensibly, as her hips began to grind against me. 

As she slid her finger into my mouth, my hand instinctively moved between her legs. I ground her clit between my thumb and forefinger, as for the first time, I tasted my pussy on someone else's skin. It was almost intoxicating, and I found myself licking at her finger feverishly as she spread her legs wider to give me more access to her hungry cunt.

I slid one finger inside her as my thumb continued its assault on her throbbing clit. Her hips began to move in a grinding circular motion, and I could tell she was going to cum soon. She hastily removed her finger from my mouth, only to replace it with her tongue. She kissed me hard, and I felt her whimper into my mouth as she convulsed around my finger, her hot juices flooding onto my hand. 

She lay limp against me for a moment, her breath hot against my neck. She whispered huskily into my ear.

"I want you to cum."

Although I hadn't cum, at this point, I felt fully sated. It didn't matter to me whether I was going to cum or not.

"I want your pussy," she whispered almost shyly. "I want it in my mouth...I want you to cum in my mouth, Kelly."

Her hands slid to my thighs, as her body inched down little by little, her mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down my neck...my breasts...my abdomen. And, although I was intensely aroused, I was terror stricken. No one had ever gone down on me before. I was never comfortable enough with either of the guys I'd been with to let them put their face between my legs...their mouth on my pussy. It was the most intimate thing I could possibly imagine, and I simply couldn't allow myself to feel so vulnerable; so exposed. 




Jess & Kel Get Closer



She tugged at my legs, signaling me to lower myself on the bed, and miraculously, I did. My breathing was uneven, and I felt like I was on the verge of panic. But, as she parted my legs, and ran her hands up and down my inner thighs, I felt my fear subside, and slowly realized I wanted nothing more in the world than to feel her tongue inside me. 

She seemed uncertain at first, while softly caressing my lips with her fingertips. Then I felt her breath on my skin. Then, I felt my lips part slowly. I immediately stiffened, afraid of what was happening. Then...I felt her tongue descend on me...licking up one side of my pussy, and down the other. She let out an appreciative groan, and her tongue quickly traveled deeper. I thought I'd die as I felt her lapping at me, tasting...licking...sucking my juices. And when her tongue finally made its way to my clit, I could tell that I would cum soon...and hard. 

Never had I felt anything so exquisite. I spread my legs wider in reaction, opening myself to her completely. Her tongue moved rapidly...in circles, then in a stabbing motion...over and over and over, causing me to arch my back and grip the sheets beneath me. And the instant she sucked my clit between her lips, I began to cum. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and the first orgasm I'd ever experienced that wasn't caused by my own hand. Without my control, my hips lifted off the bed, as if trying to push myself deeper into her mouth. I heard myself let out a guttural moan that sounded foreign to my ears.

"Jess...oh my God...stop...stop...stop," I was mumbling incoherently.

She then lay on top of me, her thigh between my legs, and kissed me softly. I loved that I could taste myself in her mouth, and languorously kissed her back for what seemed like hours. When she finally pulled away from me, she inched herself down and rolled to the side. Nuzzling into my neck, she whispered, "Thank you," and almost instantly fell asleep.

I lay awake for a long time, in shock over what had taken place. I was afraid of so many things: Did this make me a lesbian? Was I going to burn in hell for eternity? Would it be weird when we woke up? Would this ruin our friendship? Emphatically, I decided that this would probably never happen again.

"This is never going to happen again," I mumbled, as I drifted off to sleep. Little did I know...that night was only the beginning. 



Kelly and Lara



The following is based on a true story. The names and locations have been changed to protect those involved. 

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Okay, so roughly a year ago, I went down to Tijuana with a buddy of mine with hopes of getting some hot Latina tail. I myself had just come out of a two year relationship (the bitch took an oath of abstinence and ended up shagging her goddamn psychology professor) so as you can imagine, I was frustrated, flustered and wanted nothing more than to stick my member into someone's quivering mound. 

I brought my buddy, Jeff along with me. I hate going to these places alone and when you have a close friend with you, you can work as a team. So we get to Tijuana and we hit the clubs. Rejection after rejection. All the girls we talk to are either dykes, have boyfriends or are total bitches. Jeff mentioned to me in passing that I was perhaps trying too hard. 

Okay, so at around 1am, we hit this quiet bar to take a break from it all (to drown my sorrows away). We sit there in this seedy bar, slamming down beers, eating peanuts and watching ESPN. At one point in the evening, Jeff wonders off... he just disappears. I had no idea where he went, I even began to think that maybe he had ditched me. 

An hour passes and he finally shows up, telling me that he found two 'babes' that "wanted to party with us". Instantly I began thinking, 'my buddy hired some crusty middle aged hoars'. But I was wrong. In fact these girls were from the States and seemed to be hell bent on having a good time. 

The blonde's name was Kelly and the brunette's name was Laura. 

Kelly was a little shorter than me at 5'7. She was toned, had beautiful olive skin and bright blue eyes (so blue that it even seemed like she had no pigmentation.... but still pretty hot). 

Jeff called 'dibs' on Laura, so I was stuck with Kelly.... Which was fine by me. Kelly was wearing a black leather mini, with a tight black tube top, showing off her flat stomach. She was amazing! She had a stomach like a swimmer, a diamond belly button ring and a lower back tattoo of a dragon.... She oooozed sex appeal and instantly, I was overcome with extreme shyness. She was so damn intimidating. 

Laura was wearing a tight military singlet (showing off her bronzed muscular shoulders) and a short jean skirt. Clearly, Laura was much hotter. Laura had the body of a goddess, tanned, toned (in all the right places). She was a massive bitch, she towered over all of us, she was fucking tall. She had these long toned legs that just seemed to go on and on. She had a tattoo of a butterfly on her right shoulder blade and was wearing a pair of glasses on the night. 

Jeff was a confident guy, he didn't seem at all intimidated by their oozing sexuality. He just dove right in, turning on the charm. In a way, he was talking me up to Kelly (given the fact that I was saying very little). In retrospect, he probably didn't need to. They were both very drunk and would have done anything he asked them to. We didn't have to work at it at all. 

So, one thing led to another and we eventually ended up in their hotel room. Sitting around the television chatting. Jeff sat on one sofa with Laura. And I sat on the other sofa with Kelly. 

We talked about bullshit basically, just to kill the silence in the room. Jeff turned the conversation around to sex and we all started talking about our former lovers and 'what turns us on' etc.. Jeff had quite a few stories, so did Kelly. Laura was reluctant to 'go into detail' telling us that she didn't want us to "think I'm a slut".... She probably was. It ended up being totally embarrassing for me though as, I didn't really have any sex stories at all. The last girl I had had sex with was my high school sweetheart and that was well over five years ago..... 

When it finally came my turn to tell a 'sex story' I told them "a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell".... I think that comment earned a little respect from both of em. But Jeff knew the truth, I was inexperienced and shy. 

Kelly was really into me, I could sense it. The way she was looking at me. The conversation eventually died and we just ended up looking at each other. It was awkward for a minute or two. I stared into Kelly's blue eyes. Oh my god! she was incredibly hot. That's when we heard smooching noises coming from the sofa adjacent to us. 

I looked over at Jeff and Laura, only to see that they were locked in each others arms in a heavy make out session. I had never seen anything so incredibly erotic. 

Before I could compose myself, Kelly leaped onto my lap and stuck her tongue as far down my throat as she could. This was paradise, it was the most erotic and sensual moment of my life. This is things you normally read about in penthouse forum. After twenty minutes of our make out session, Kelly stopped. She got up off me and stood before me, smiling devilishly. 

I looked over at Jeff and there was Laura, already in that position: On her knees between his legs. That's when it struck me, they were going to blow us..... "OH GOD YES!!!!" I began thinking. Christ, I was so goddman excited that I almost busted in my pants. Kelly knelt down before me, smiling. She started rubbing my leg, she started licking her lips..... that's when we heard a freakish scream from Laura. 

We both looked over, to see what the commotion was.

It was the size of Jeff's Johnson. I guess it startled her. 

Jeff was.... well, he was blessed (in a manner of speaking). His cock was huge, at least eight inches long and as thick as a coke can. Laura could hardly contain herself. She started giggling in delight. Her excitement was heightened. I looked at Jeff, he was sitting back proudly, grinning from ear to ear. He knew what he had and he knew he was 'king dick'. He knew that both of the ladies would buckle at the knees and fall in admiration of it. 

I must admit, I was feeling a little inadequate in comparison. Excitement was quickly replaced by fear and extreme nervousness. In compassion to my own member, the difference would be quite significant. Quite significant indeed. These feelings of inadequacy began racing through me and I felt my cock deflate and retract inside of me, like a frightened turtle. Talk about performance anxiety!

To my horror, Kelly was less interested in me and more interested in getting a closer look at my friends rock hard cock. She crawled away from me, over to Jeff, joining Laura between his legs. All I could do was sit there and watch with a knot in my stomach. 

They were both in awe. 'ooing' and 'ahhing'. Kelly and Laura began whispering something to each other, this seemed to go on forever. This was followed by laughter, immature, nervous, girlish laughter. Laura reached out and grabbed a hold of Jeff's cock with both hands. Kelly reached out and grabbed the tip of his cock, slightly rubbing it. They were both looking up at him in admiration. 

I sat there, powerless. 

"You have a beautiful cock" Kelly complimented

"Cock of a god!" Laura added. 

More laughter, nervous giggly laughter. 

"Hey, you got your own cock to play with Kelly!" Laura protested. 

I could tell that Kelly wanted to stay and 'play' with Jeff and Laura. "Awww! Come-on! there's more than enough cock for both of us!!" Kelly pouted. This was followed by more laughter. They all turned and looked at me.... I must've looked so pathetic! I had this sad look on my face, a look that said 'I have nothing to offer, I'm a looser'.

Perhaps feeling sorry for me, Kelly let go of Jeff's monster and slowly crawled over to me, between my legs. 

Laura and Jeff resumed their 'private session'.

Kelly was fixated on me now. Although I was delighted that she'd turned her attention back to me, I was mortified about how small my flaccid member would be compared to Jeff's freakish erect monster. 

Slowly she tugged at my zipper. "Lift your ass" she told me. I did as she requested. In one swift move, she grabbed a hold of my trousers and my shorts and yanked them down to my ankles. 

She was speechless.... Her mood changed. She stared down at my boyish soft little pee pee for what seemed like an eternity. Then, slowly, she looked up at me. 

I cant exactly describe the look on her face. She looked..... well, she looked pissed off. disappointed and angry. I myself was overcome with a sudden case of loss and shame, embarrassment and sorrow. 

"Does it get bigger?" she asked me. 

I looked down and to my horror, my 'little guy' was gone. In hiding. Lost in the thick nest of my pubic hair. My little pink cock tip, just jutting out, no bigger than a quarter. I must've looked so goddamn silly. 

I looked up at her with pleading eyes. "I'm so sorry. Really I am."

Kelly sat back, folding her arms, impatient. 

"So, does it get bigger?" she asked again, impatiently. 

"Oh yeah, yes. Of course it does!" I reached down and began fondling myself in an attempt to crack a fat. I was pinching, tweaking, rubbing for all I was worth. She looked at me with obvious remorse; I could tell she felt sorry for me. But I could also tell that, where she once saw a man was now a little boy. 

So there I was, my legs wide apart, rubbing my 1inch stub. I looked down at Kelly in desperation. She looked bored. Every so often she'd look over at Laura in jealousy. I must admit, I too was overcome with extreme jealousy. I wished I had a cock as big as Jeff's. It just wasn't fair. 

So we were both staring at them in awe. Jeff had his eyes closed arms folded behind his head. All we could hear was 'slurp' 'slurp' 'slurp' 'slurp' as Laura was sucking him for all he was worth.

Laura had taken off her top, her firm little breasts jiggling as her head bobbed up and down. 

'slurp' 'slurp' 'slurp' 'slurp' it wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. I was trying hard to hold back the tears of shame and embarrassment. 

I looked down at Kelly who was looking directly at my little pinky dink in disgust. That's when I asked her, "So... how bout helping me out?"

"Help you out? You think if I help you out, you'll grow eight times bigger?" she said coldly. 

"Well, how about you take off your top. Show me those beautiful breasts?" I pleaded with her. 

"I don't think so." She said coldly. 

"But, but, Laura has her top off..." I protested.

I looked over at Laura and Jeff. Laura was attempting to deep throat him! I couldn't believe it! 'slurp' 'gag' 'slurp' 'gag' 'slurp' 'gag' 'slurp' There were both looking deep into each others eyes. Lost in their own world. Jeff was smiling down at her, proudly as if to say 'good girl, take it, take it all'. 

I couldn't believe it! She actually managed to get all of his 'man meat' down the back of her throat. She came up for air, coughing. "Good girl" Jeff said, smugly. This caused her to nervously break out into laughter. After she composed herself, she resumed her 'suck job' "Oh yeah! I swear, you're like a fucking hoover! Keep going!" Jeff said. 

This incredible sight soon took it's toll and I found myself, sprouting a modest little erection once more. I began thinking that maybe I'd get laid tonight after all! I looked over at Kelly..... but her eyes were fixated on Laura and Jeff. 

"Kelly look!" I said to get her attention, "I've sprung to life!!! See?" I was excited, excited that I'd managed to crack a fat under such pressure. I sat there proudly. But she took one look at me and...

She started smiling. Almost mocking me, she said "wow, that's somethin."

Now, I know I'm not a big guy down there but.... that's just mean. My pick stood proudly at just under four inches. It wasn't as long as Jeff's, nor was it as thick.... Nor did it have a darkish tanned brownish colour. Instead, my dicklet was a very light pinkish colour. 

She stared at me for a minute. Not saying anything, she sat there with that evil grin on her face.

"So..... how about it?" I asked in desperation. 

"How about what?" she said on the verge of laughter.

"How about.... you know? Sucky, sucky?...... you know? A blow job?" I asked. 

She started giggling. "Oh, you want me to blow you huh?" she said. 

With that she leaned in and literally.... blew me. She blew air on my erect little member. Although it felt fantastic, I was hoping she'd actually give me a fellatio. 

I then realised that, yes, she was indeed fucking with me. "God," Kelly started to say "You must never get laid." "Not very often," I admitted

Before I could compose myself she burst out into laughter. Laughter from within, laughter from deep down in her belly. Her face literally went red as he pointed at me and continued to laugh and laugh. 

"Laura! Get a load of this guy! Look at it!!! Look!!" Kelly yelled out. Laura and Jeff stoped what they were doing and looked over at me. 

Laura also couldn't believe it. She too started laughing at my expense. 

It was so incredibly emasculating: Laura on her knees, holding a massive cock with both hands, laughing at my little prick. Jeff shook his head, chuckling "Oh dude! Damn" was all he could say, with his huge pole still being stroked by Laura.

"Is that as big as it gets, I mean is he fully hard?" Laura asked. 

Before I could answer Kelly responded by saying "I think so, it's got no more skin left." At that moment, I just wanted to crawl under the rug and die. Then Laura said something that shook me to my very core. 

"Come sit next to Jeff," Laura commanded. "I want to see them next to each other" She added. 

In utter humiliation, I cupped my crotch and squeezed my legs together. Kelly would have none of it, she pushed my hands out of the way. She then stood up, towering over me. 

Kelly then grabbed my dicklette, and pulled me up by it saying "Come on little man, we all have seen your tater tot already, what does it matter now?" 

She pushed me down on the sofa, next to Jeff. 

Kelly said to Laura, "Okay, now you've had your fun! It's time for me to enjoy a real man." Kelly forced herself between Jeff's legs, pushing Laura out of the way. Laura began to protest, "Hey! No fair! I was here first!"

I felt horrible, no one wanted me at all. Jeff was loving the attention, he started chuckling at my predicament, "girls, there's enough cock for both of you." This caused them to all burst out into laughter. 

Upon removing her top, Kelly eagerly went to work on Jeff's massive cock, 'slurp' 'slurp' 'slurp' up and down, up and down she eagerly sucked..... Laura stood there, watching her, grinning, "You're a cock sucking whore!" she laughed, cheering her on. 

Laura turned to look at me. I sat there, feeling every little bit helpless and hopeless. Perhaps she felt sorry for me, because next thing I know, Laura is coming in close to me, sitting between my legs. 

She reached out and grabbed a hold of my stiff little prick, holding it with her index finger and thumb. "You poor guy! Rock hard! I can't believe it."

Laura was in control now, she looked up at me smiling devilishly. "Can I ask you a question?" she said to me "I guess so." I said, looking over at Jeff's huge dick being worshipped by Kelly, wishing mine was big and strong and manly. 

"Do you think your dick gives women any pleasure?" I had had enough of this humiliation. "Please stop this. Its not funny!" I stammered. Laura giggled and kept on tugging on my dicklet. "Just answer the question!" 

I sighed, knowing she had me right where she wanted. "No!" She laughed, "No!?" I hesitated, "No! I'm small, I have a little dick" 

"awww" she said, mocking me. 

She then took my tiny cock completely in her mouth, my little ding-dong was screaming with pleasure, and I kept looking at Jeff's massive veiny penis as Kelly engulfed it. 

I whimpered in pleasure, "yikes! Oh my god! Yes!" 

Kelly started laughing, with Jeff's cock still in her mouth. That was harsh. Very mean. 

Laura took my mini hard-on out of her mouth and said to Kelly "I can fit his whole dick in my mouth, no problem, it's so small."

"Pathetic!" she said to herself. 

Laura reached over and with her left hand, she joined Kelly in worshiping Jeff's cock. They were both tugging him, for all he was worth: tugging him with three hands. 

Of course, she kept on playing with my dick also: only with two fingers. But all of her attention was on Jeff. She was looking up at him in admiration, they both were. I started to feel like the 'third wheel'. If I wasn't there, it wouldn't make any difference. If I got up and left, no one would have noticed. 

I watched the girls playing with his huge tool, every so often, Laura would look at my tiny package with a slight grin.

Then that moment came. The moment where I suddenly felt weak at my knees. The whole scene had taken its toll on my ability 'keep it together'. But I couldn't help it. I started to spurt as Laura continued jerking me. She didn't notice as first, until my warm semen started dribbling over her hand. 

Noticing this, she looked at me in disgust, "Ugh! Geez!, you came from a hand-job" 

She shook her head in disappointment and turned her full attention to Jeff. 

The two girls continued sucking and kissing his massive cock .... until his gigantic dick finally came, almost ten minutes later, plastering their pretty faces with streams of white thick semen. 

I assumed the party was over for both of us... to my utter embarrassment: Laura turned to me and said "You can go now. The three of us are gonna have a party and sorry, you're not invited little man. Sorry. Don't let the door hit you on your way out."

True story.... Well, sort of. 



Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together



Kelly and Lindsay spend time alone together for the first time. 

There are other stories about Kelly and Lindsay, but each one can be read independently. Please read those too if you enjoy this one. 

I have started writing a couple of others and will post them as well if readers continue to like reading about their experiences. There was some fun stuff that happened before the end of school and over the summer. 

If you want to read the posted ones in chronological order, start with "A Party at Jeni's, then read "What is There to Do", and "Dinner for Three". 

Feedback and high ratings are always nice.

Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together

When I woke up, neither Tom nor Lindsay was still in bed. We were at Tom's house after our second real date. I slipped from under the covers, my body thick with the remains of the sex from the night before. My pubic hair was crusted, my pussy swollen from fucking. Nude, I stole from the bedroom and into the living room. Lindsay was there, wearing one of Tom's shirts and nothing else, drinking coffee and reading the paper. She looked as disheveled as I, her hair on one side sticking up over her head.

"Hi," I said softly as I slipped onto the couch beside her and kissed her cheek. "Jay is at work?"

She nodded. Jay was Tom's housemate. 

"Where's Tom?" I asked.

Lindsay smiled and turned to kiss me more fully. "He is helping Matt move, remember?" she said. Dropping one side of the paper, she put an arm around me and drew me closer. I laid my head on her shoulder and cuddled. Ah, yes, I remembered vaguely. He'd mentioned it on the way to the movie the night before. The movie we had gone to on a date, we three. I felt sexy to think I had been on a date with both a boy and a girl.

There was a wonderful, quiet moment then, Lindsay sharing her coffee with me as we sat together without speaking. 

"You're a mess," she said finally, putting aside the paper and the empty cup. "Come on, let's take a shower."

She led me into the bathroom and shrugged off the shirt as she turned on the water. Turning, she kissed me again, naked this time, arms circling me as our bodies pressed together. She was as big a mess as I was, I thought and smiled. Sex all over her. I trilled at the touch of her. The sensation of her bare breasts on my skin always has that effect on me. Still kissing me, she drew me into the shower and under the hot stream.

"Kelly," she said as she lathered up the washcloth and began to swab it over my breasts, "I want to make love with you."

I pressed my shoulders against the stall wall to give her more access to my body. "Mmmmm, I love making love with you, Linds."

Her hand moved lower, over my tummy, washing away traces of the night's passion there.

She shook her head. "We haven't made love yet, Kelly, just you and I."

I draped an arm over her shoulder and looked into her eyes and listened to her. 

"We've had sex. We've fucked. Five times now. But there was always someone else there, every time. I want to make love to you, just by ourselves."

She was right. The night we met and first had sex there were a bunch of other girls around. And the second time, we had a foursome with two boys, one of them Tom, because what is there to do when stuck. And then came our dinner for three at which we decided to try being a threesome, followed by two other nights together, one of them only the night before, of sex. Lindsay and I had never just made love with one another.

"You had Tom to yourself last year, when the two of you dated. And I had him last month. But you and I, Kelly, need to just be together. If this is going to work, we need that."

Her hand was washing me between my legs, but it was a caring, gentle touch, not one meant to arouse just then. She was loving me and washing me. Or was it love? We hadn't quite gotten around to using the word.

I understood what she meant though. I loved the physical intimacy I had with her. But I had also loved the physical intimacy I had with Jeni that night when I first made love to another girl. And I felt it with the other girls. And I loved the physical intimacy of two boys in my body at the same time, with Lindsay there too. I loved the passion and the closeness and the hot, raw, driving sex. I loved sex. But did I love any person?

I thought I loved Tom. When he stopped calling last year, I felt ever so lonely. But was it just his cock inside me that I was lonesome for? How close had we really become in such a short time? I had let him do me on our first date. I thought I enjoyed spending time with him, being with him, going to movies and out to dinner, but were those only preludes to sex? And what was there between Lindsay and me? In my fantasies, I saw us going on as a trio, making love, spending time together, loving one another, sharing, growing, and being in love. I thought I loved her. But what had we ever done together except have sex?

I wanted to photograph them both nude, practicing my art on subjects of my love. I'd never photographed a nude, but now I wanted to do so. I wanted to have my friends accept us, and my mom. I wanted us all to graduate and find good jobs so we could get a nice place together and make a home. I had let my mind run all over the place after only three dates. I must be crazy to be thinking such things. Still, I felt those things.

Lindsay turned me around, ran soap over the cloth once more, and began to scrub my back. It felt so nice. I sighed and just enjoyed her touch. Her fingers moved lower, between the cheeks of my ass, washing me there too. I heard the cloth drop with a heavy wet plop as her fingers continued to touch me. They were slick from soap, and she touched the bar of soap to me, getting me all squeaky clean. No one had ever washed my ass for me before.

Placing my hands on the wall, I braced myself and arched my back, thrusting my bottom to her. I felt her slick, wet hip brush to me as I did. She held herself there, touching my star with one soapy finger. It slipped into me, and I cried out. I hadn't felt that sort of thing before, a warm soapy finger delving into me, but I had enjoyed anal sex.

It felt strange and good too. Lindsay simply slid her finger in and out of me, slowly, gently. Her body pressed to mine, and I could feel her breasts grazing across my back as she moved her finger inside of me. Her lips found my neck under my wet hair, and the fingers of her other hand cupped one of my boobs. I made little grunting sounds, but I didn't try to pull away from her.

Her lips moved down my back, kissing me, as she dropped to her knees. I spread my legs wider as I felt her going down. Her tongue was firm and insistent as she moved between my cheeks. I felt a shiver as she touched me there. I flexed my fingers and curled my nails into the tile. The water splashed onto my back as she moved out of the way, running down my skin, cascading over my butt. It was too much. I turned, leaned over and brought her up, kissing her to let her know it was all right as I took the soap from her and began to wash her. I picked up the dropped wash cloth and moved it across the soap, then her body. She looked at me, her eyes big and questioning. She looked so beautiful. I moved in and kissed her, holding her tight to me as the hot water splashed down over us.

My hands drifted down her body, over the curves of her bottom. Running my fingers down, I opened her cheeks and touched a fingertip to her star as she had done me. She murmured around our kiss and came up onto her toes, pressing her full breasts into mine. I rolled my finger over her, pressing to her and wanting her to tell me what to do, but already knowing. As she lifted again onto her toes, I let my soapy finger into her ass. Lindsay pushed back, taking in my finger and settling back onto her feet as she let me do her butt. We kissed, holding one another as the water began to cool.

"Come on," Lindsay said finally, reaching around and pushing my finger out of her and turning off the water. "Let's make love now, Kelly." She took my hand and led me out of the shower, dabbed me dry with one of the towels and then let me do the same for her. Hand in hand, we walked slowly back to the bed, bending together to toss off the blanket and spread. I felt shy and nervous, considering how intimate we had been before, how intimate we had just been in the shower. Sliding one knee onto the mattress, I moved onto it, lying face down and reaching out with arms and legs for the corners of the bed. I didn't expect Lindsay to tie me up, but I felt the need to let her know she could if she wanted to. I wanted to please her so much, and I hoped I was doing what she wanted of me.

The bed moved as she got on it, between my open legs. Tender hands lay on my thighs and damp hair fell to my ass. Her fingers moved up, spreading my cheeks. Dipping lower, she touched her tongue to me again. I knew she wanted this. It was there in almost every time that we had had sex, this hint, the suggestion of her desire for more. I sucked in a deep breath and let her do what she wanted, even knowing that she would be hoping I would do the same for her.

I had liked it when she licked my ass before, and I had put my tongue to her. It was interesting, kind of sexy because it was also kind of dirty. But I knew this was going to be different. Her tongue was probing me, swabbing my ass. I dug my fingers into the sheets, clawing them as she loved my ass. It felt good. Her fingers pulled my cheeks wider and her tongue curled, flicking over my delicate skin. I remembered what she had done something very like this before, just before putting Tom's cock into me.

Now, it was her tongue she was pushing in to me. I gasped as I felt her wriggling it, opening me. I lifted my head back, straining against my clawed fingers as I pushed my bottom back at her, trying to tell her to go ahead, to do it. My mouth gaped as I felt her tongue open me.

It was amazing to accept what her tongue was doing to me, where it was. This was entirely different: this was the act, not the prelude. Her tongue was in me, wriggling and writhing, unlike a finger or a penis. I released the sheets and drew my arms down, folding them across my back, crossing them and grasping them in my fingers, holding on against the pleasure.

One of her hands left my cheek and slipped between my legs. As my hips bobbed to welcome Lindsay's licking, I rose up and came down to feel her crossed fingers touching gently to my pussy. I was wet, I knew. The tips of her fingers grazed between my lips, exciting me further as her tongue moved. Slowly, very gently, she pushed her fingers inside of my cunt. Her other hand raised, and, as she pushed her fingers all the way into me, she brought her hand down sharply on my ass. I cried out, gripping my arms tighter under my fingers, but not moving away from her.

"Yes," I murmured, knowing what that little smack had done inside of me. I wanted more.

Lindsay's tongue seemed to speed up, her fingers curled inside of me, dancing across that rough spot up and inside of me. I cried out again, and felt her hand come down on my flesh again.

Suddenly, her tongue was gone from my butt. I turned to look back at her, the desire and frustration hanging heavily on my face.

"You love this, don't you?" she asked, licking her lips while looking up at me.

"Yes," I told her. "Please."

"Please what, Kelly?"

My heart fluttered. I wasn't sure what she expected me to say. "Please, keep spanking me."

Her hand smacked on me again, catching my left cheek this time, the one she hadn't spanked yet.

"Please what, Kelly," she repeated. Her hand snapped down again, stinging my bare skin. 

"Please keep licking my ass."

Her tongue swept across me again, even as her hand landed on me once more. There was fire under her hand, spreading across the plump flesh of my bottom, searing into me. My pussy gushed.

"Please what, Kelly?"

"Please keep fucking me." I bobbed my hips again, moving on her fingers still inside of me. I wanted to cum so.

A rain of spanks fell on me, first one cheek and then the other. They were hard and sharp, but they excited me. I could feel my bottom flushing. I wriggled on her fingers, knowing she could make me cum so easily now.

"Please, Lindsay, make love with me..."

Her mouth was back on me once again, her tongue burrowing into my ass, her fingers churning in my pussy. The spanking had heated me, made me even wetter than before, I held fast to my arms behind my back as I cried out again and again.

"Make love with me, Lindsay," I gasped again. My orgasm fired up. I bent my knees and raised my legs, my muscles taut and on edge. I held tight to my own arms behind my back, holding on as pleasure rushed through my tense body, until I let go of everything and cried out loudly with the intensity of my cum. It rolled through my body, curling my toes as I writhed and thrashed my legs. Drawing in a deep breath, I calmed slowly and let my arms fall to my sides as I lay gasping beneath my lover.

Her fingers inside of me brought me up again. I pushed up onto my hands, arching my back and pushing toward her, my hair dangling down onto my back, fingers tearing at the sheets as she licked at me and moved her tongue. I cried out again, coming for her again, the delicious sensation of lust and love mingling the physical with the emotional. I said I loved her. Out loud.

Barely giving me time to breathe, Lindsay took me over yet again, spanking me more softly now, but continuously. My ass rose up as I half knelt on the bed, legs apart and my sex thrust to her mouth and fingers. Her lips left my star and softly sucked in my clit, pressing to it and gently running her tongue around and around. I was calling her name, telling her I loved her, lost in sensation as I came again.

Oh, it was magical. I eased my body back onto the mattress, lifting the now untucked sheet under my fingers simply for something to hold onto with the pent up energy that ran out of me. I breathed, deeply, slowly, recovering myself after the heights she had taken me to, gentling down again, and being soft. I simply lay there for a moment.

Twisting around, I struggled to get my arms around her. Lindsay came up to me as we lay together, her warm skin skimming over mine. I felt a sheen coating me, feeling slightly slippery as we moved together. We kissed, long and deeply, our tongues running over one another as I laid one hand over her breast and fondled her. Her breasts are bigger than mine, not huge, but plump and round. Her nipples are different too, and my fingertips curled around each one as I moved from breast to breast as she rolled over onto her back.

Lindsay got up on her elbows and reached for the water on the night table. She took a long drink, then gave it to me. I sipped, glad of it after coming so. Our eyes met over the brim of the bottle.

Lindsay took the bottle back and set it down before lying on her back once again, one arm draped over her forehead. I rose above her as she did, dipping my head to use my lips and tongue on her nipples. I smiled to myself. I really liked sucking on her boobs. Six months ago, I would never have imagined how much this simple, endearing thing could make me so happy. Even in my most secret, forbidden bi-curious fantasies, and there weren't many, licking nipples had not played a very big part. I love having my own teased and played with, and, I had recently discovered, hurt, but I hadn't focused on playing with another girl's ever. While self-conscious in some ways, being small-breasted does have advantages: I rarely wear a bra; I can get away with wearing lots of styles that more endowed girls would not look good in. (Okay, so I don't fill out a tight top. I wish I did, but I don't.) Tom told me he really liked my breasts and would fondle me under my clothes in public when we were dating. One of the nicer things about not needing a bra.

I adored Lindsay's breasts. I eased over her body and between her legs, which she opened for me and let me slide between. I felt the closeness of her thighs around my ribs as I dipped my head to her boobs and ran my tongue around and around each stiff nipple, closing my lips over them to suck, pressing with my lips. I ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of each wide areola. Oooo la la, I was sucking another girl's nipples. I wanted to shout out with glee and let everyone know how much I loved it. Kelly McGillycuddy likes boobs. 

Lindsay's fingers played in my drying hair. She lifted a tress here and there and let it fall, gently massaging my scalp as I just licked and sucked on her breasts. Soft mews filled the air. She is not nearly as noisy as I am when excited. Or she hadn't been. As I loved her breasts, she seemed to let go a little. I wondered if groups intimidated her. So far, they hadn't seemed to inhibit me at all. Funny about that.

Sighing happily, I finally left her breasts and moved down her body. The soft curve of her tummy came up, and I kissed her navel, trailing my lips lower. My hands fluttered over her body, touching here and there. I moved them over the swell of her hips, around her ribs. I just touched her. Pursing my lips, I laid kisses across her mound, her short hair there almost prickling. It reminded me of the suggestion they both had made that I should take away all of my hair down there. I wondered how I would look. 

Lindsay's pussy is also very different from mine. Her labia minora are more pronounced, extending lower and showing even when she is not aroused. She was aroused right then though, and, as I lowered my mouth to her, she sighed even more loudly and laid her hand on my head once more. I knew I was going to use my tongue on her ass. I just had to work up to it, and sweet Lindsay was not hurrying me. She cooed and whimpered softly as I loved her with my lips and tongue, taking my time.

I had not done a lot of pussy licking up to that point. Okay, so I had gone down on the fabulous Jeni, another girl named Caitlin, and one named Heather, as well as Lindsay, at that party back in the fall. I think that was all. The details are kind of fuzzy. Jeni's pussy was entirely different from Lindsay's, I remembered as I lapped. Absolutely the most gorgeous in the world, probably. But, for all of having licked four other girls, I was not exactly an expert. I thought I was pleasing Lindsay when I touched her with my mouth, but I was sure there was more I could do. I wanted to do more. I wanted to be really good at this and for her to like what I did.

Thinking of Jeni reminded me of something she had done to me. I slid my hands under Lindsay's ass, pulling her closer, and furrowed my way up between her lips, tasting the heavy, musty womanliness of her. I love that taste. My tongue coated with her cream, I laved it over her clit, listening as she cried out more loudly than before and her fingers tightened in my hair. Circling her clit with just the pointed tip of my tongue, I pushed and pulled at her skin there, the folds of her moving under me. I wasn't sure if I would do this right or not, or if she would like it, but I went ahead. I opened my teeth just a little, closed my lips over her clit and inhaled. The suction drew her clit up and into me, past my teeth so that they grazed over her skin. I hoped I was doing it right, because when Jeni had done it to me I nearly lost it.

I guess Lindsay loved it. With a cry of abandon, she came, raising her ass up off the bed and pulling my hair as her orgasm rolled through her. 

I smiled happily into her sex as she came. I had done this, with my lips and tongue. Kelly, you are getting better.

Lindsay sat up, leaning to me as I came up onto my hands, and we kissed. This time, it was flavored with the creaminess of her pussy. I quite liked having her all over my face. It made me feel sexy to know she had drenched my face because she was so wet and excited. We kissed deeply, sharing, touching, then she drew away, looking me in the eye, questioningly. Didn't she know I would do anything for her? I wanted to take the questions away.




Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together



I eased her down again, turning her onto her stomach this time with gentle touches, running my fingers through her barely damp hair, dragging my nails softly down her back and to her bottom. Lindsay is of pin-up proportions. I looked at the swell of flesh there before me, her legs slightly parted. I could do this. I took a deep breath and slipped between her legs. My fingers found her cheeks and spread them. Tilting forward, I lowered my face to her, kissing her on the thighs and bottom first. Snaking out my tongue, I ran it over her star.

She tasted clean. There was nothing awful about it at all. Maybe a little soapy. She tasted of sex too, her pussy just beneath my nose, her cream having seeped from her and down between her legs as I had licked her cunt earlier. I pressed my lips to her there, sucking, feeling somehow that was right, and then I slipped my tongue out again, right to her hole, her asshole. If I could lick it, I can say it. I licked her asshole. And more. I made love to it. I kissed and caressed and then tickled her open with the tip of my tongue. Wetting her, I wove my tongue forward. She was tight there, but under my gentle insistence, she relaxed and loosened. Had I been like that for her? Whenever Tom had done me in the butt, there was always a little pain, right at first, when he first got past the ring. There wasn't much though. Not enough to ever say no. But he was easy with me, he took his time, and then it became wonderful. I loved it then.

There had not been even a trace of pain when Lindsay put her tongue in me, not even any discomfort. I knew it was not the same at all as a big old penis, but I wanted to make sure that she felt nothing but pleasure. I inhaled deeply, pushing, pointing my tongue and trying to go into her.

Lindsay cried out, her desire and wantonness released. I kneaded her bottom under my fingers, digging in, wanting pleasure to flow into her. I wanted only to give. If this was what my lover wanted and needed, I would gladly give it to her, time and time again. I curled my tongue and pushed in again, inside of her. I was doing it. I was glad, happy, excited. My own pussy felt like it was dripping.

I didn't want to be a complete copycat and finger fuck her while tonguing her ass as she had done to me, but I didn't think Lindsay would cum from my doing just that. And I wanted her to cum again. I was learning from her, but I wanted her to sense I had some imagination too. Becoming a good lover was important to me, because pleasing her was all I cared about in the world.

Pushing my tongue into her as far as I possibly could, I released her cheeks and brought my hands down and under my chest, sneaking one up and extending one finger to her clit. Her bottom seemed to fly up into my face as I did, so I brought up another finger instead, laying one on either side of her clit. I did this to myself a lot, when I was alone and in no particular hurry to cum. I could tug and stretch the skin around my clit that way, without actually touching it, and it always felt so good.

I wanted Lindsay to feel more than good. I wanted her to feel as fantastic and amazing as she had made me feel. Her cum built under my touches, the twin fingers on either side of her clit, my tongue going in and out of her. I felt her thighs tense around my head, then the tearing of her breathing. She was grunting, rapidly and softly, kind of like I had done in the shower. I kept doing to her what I had been doing, hoping it would be enough. And it was. When she came, it was with a rocky cry and a shudder. I kept at her, loving her, as her hips bounced up and down and her pussy crinkled. Her hand shot back to hold my head still against her bottom, and I stopped moving my fingers around her clit.

We stayed like that for a minute, then I dropped my hand from her sex and withdrew my tongue from her bottom. Lindsay rolled onto her back and opened her arms. I scrambled into them, pressing my heated body to hers, feeling her sheen this time, the arousal that had so filled her and been released by me. We snuggled, kissing and taking occasional sips of water as our hands flitted over one another's body. I cupped one of her breasts, marveling that it overflowed my hand, feeling the stiff tip of it on the soft inner side of my palm.

Kisses followed, with caresses. Lindsay and I had truly made love. We were both glowing. We lay there, just holding each other and wanting the moment to last, and talked softly. I told her some things about me, about my mom, my hometown, how I became Photography major. She told me about her parents and two little sisters and how she expected to be captain of the volleyball team the next year, why she was majoring in business. Little things to talk about, but things we each needed to know as lovers. Then she asked the big question.

"So, how many boys have you done it with?"

I flushed a little. "Fourteen."

"Fourteen? Kelly, you're a slut!" She curled up a fist and boffed me lightly on the arm, but she was laughing too.

I was embarrassed, not knowing if she meant it or not. "It isn't so many," I objected. "Three in high school, one each summer since. Five when I was a freshman, almost right away ..."

Lindsay made an acknowledging sort of snort. Not exactly been there/done that, but close. "Wild girl in the city? My freshman roommate was like that. Sex, sex, sex. Boys in the room all the time." 

"I guess," I smiled. I had been away from home on my own for the first time. I knew other girls who had had more. Lots more. "Three as a sophomore, including Tom."

She paused. "That's thirteen."

"Well, and Austin, this year." I named the boy we had both done in our foursome.

"And Austin," she said quietly.

"And you?" I asked pointedly.

"Three," she said. I wondered if that was a lot for a lesbian or not. "One in high school, you know, to get it over with..." she went on. "I knew I was gay, even then. I've known since I was like 12."

I kissed her neck, brushing my lips softly over her skin.

"...one last year, and Tom this year."

"And Austin," I added. "That's four."

"I didn't fuck Austin," she said.

I thought about it. I had done him, while she and Tom were busy, then while I was still doing him, she had put Tom in my butt. Then she had sucked off Austin later, I remembered how fascinated I was to see her do that. She was right, she hadn't fucked Austin. Only I had.

"What about freshman year?" I asked.

She was quiet for a long time. Finally, she said, "Freshman year is when I was with Jan." There was a trace of hurt and longing in the way she said it. "She graduated," Lindsay said, as if that told the whole story.

I sensed there was a lot more to it. I wanted to ask, but before I did, she skipped ahead.

"Sophomore year Jeni came to school and started having parties. I went to one in September and another in January. I guess I slept around a little with girls I met there.

"How many?" I asked. If I was a slut for doing 14 boys, what number of girls would make her a slut?

She turned and buried her face in my neck and kissed me, her answer muffled. "I don't know, 15... 20."

"You don't know?" I asked.

"It was hard to keep count sometimes, you know?" She kept her face hidden.

So, I had done 14 boys and four girls and she had done 15 or 20 girls and three boys. I though that made her the bigger slut, as she didn't even know exactly how many there were. I really didn't believe it mattered, or that either of us was one really. I had the feeling that she actually did know how may though, and her equivocation was covering something. I mean, I hadn't counted the girl who did me with the dildo or the two girls I had fingered at Jeni's party, only the ones I had licked. And she didn't count sucking off Austin. BJs don't really count or anything anyway. I wondered what she wasn't saying. As much as I wanted to ask, I kissed her instead, and she seemed glad that I hadn't asked. She would tell me when she was ready.

Slipping out of my arms, she turned about, kneeling beside me as she began to kiss my tummy and thighs. I laid my hand on her leg next to my head, urging it up and over, and she straddled my face. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I drew her down to my mouth, reaching out with my tongue to taste her as she lowered her sex to me. Even as I did, she put her mouth on my pussy, covering me with her lips. We began to lick, loving each other again.

Oh, I was in heaven. My body took and my mind gave. I came again, ahead of Lindsay, and I am afraid I screamed my ecstasy. Lindsay was loud again too, louder than she had ever been before. It made me glad to know she was so comfortable with me. I didn't want her hiding anything.

Lindsay took a deep breath, getting off of me and turning to lie beside me. "We need another shower." We kissed again, pressing our hot bodies to one another. Her breasts seemed to roll over mine as we hugged and kissed.

I laughed. "Ooo la la. Look where the last one led us."

She laughed too, hugging me tight and kissing me again. "Kelly, this was wonderful," she whispered. "We needed this."

I agreed. So I kissed her. I just knew this whole threesome thing was going to work. I really wanted it to. I was so happy. "Yes, we did," I said. "And I need to wash my hair. We skipped that part the first time." I slipped from her arms and stood, one hand held out for her to follow.

"Speaking of hair," she said, scooting her ass across the bed and standing up next to me, "I just cashed my scholarship check and Tom made a lot in tips the other night. We want to do something for you."

I blushed. "You two don't have to spend money on me." Embarrassed, I turned and led her back to the bathroom. I had no idea what their financial situations were. I knew I didn't have any money though. I was even thinking of getting a job. They always needed figure models in the art department. Didn't seem like too hard a job except for the being naked part.

"Okay, it is for us then," she shrugged, following, her hand secure in mine. "I made an appointment for you to have a waxing this afternoon."

I gulped. "You did?"

She nodded, swept past me and turned on the water once more. "I did."

"All of it?"

"Not even a hair will be left," she smiled. "Tom and I think you will look beautiful. You have the right kind of pussy for it, unlike mine."

Just when had those two been discussing my pussy without me there? Hmmmmmm.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Lindsay," I murmured in her ear.

She snorted.

We stepped into the shower once again, close in the narrow space. 

"I've never had that done to me, a waxing," I admitted. "Will you come with me and hold my hand?" The idea of it excited me, but I was afraid it would hurt.

"Of course I will, honey."

We fell into a kiss under the spray of the shower.