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Caitlyn

By: Otazel



'Jade's calling round tomorrow.' Brenda Thorpe announced abruptly from the kitchen.

'Is she?' Caitlyn looked up from her magazine, surprised by her mother's sudden statement. 'I thought she'd been banned from seeing me?'

'You're both eighteen for God's sake. Even her high and mighty mother shouldn't be telling her what to do now.'

'True, but I didn't think she'd want to call anyway.'

'Why not? You've been best friends since you were tiny.'

'Even so....'

'Don't you want to see her?'

'Well yes.' Caitlyn could feel her face getting warm. 'But it's gonna be a bit embarrassing.'

'Oh for God's sake. Teenagers experiment. That's the way it is. You two just got caught with your pants down, that's all.'

Caitlyn heard a muffled giggle and blushed bright red at her mother's all too appropriate pun, her eyes flicking towards the kitchen door to make sure her discomfiture wasn't being observed. It all stemmed from the fact that she had been caught masturbating with Jade in her friend's living room one day. It had been one of those 'I will if you will' dares that had got out of hand and resulted in the pair of them sitting opposite each other with their panties discarded and their legs apart, staring at each others pussies as they played with themselves. 

Of course it was just as both of them were getting too close to the point of no return to take much notice of what was going on around them that Jade's mother walked in. She was horrified almost out of her strait laces, and had instantly banned Caitlyn from the house and from Jade's company. She had then telephoned Brenda to lay the blame squarely on her shoulders for being a divorced mother with bisexual tendencies. Tendencies that Brenda had never made any effort to hide.

Jade had pointed out that as an eighteen year old nobody had the power to stop her seeing whoever she wished, and especially not her oldest and closest friend. But that had been promptly countered by her mother pointing out that as an eighteen year old she also had no automatic right to continue living in the parental home, and especially if her close friend was getting that damn close. 

It wasn't as if the two girls had so much as touched each other, but that didn't matter to the homophobic older woman. She had reacted with such disproportionate outrage simply because Caitlyn's mother was widely known to enjoy the intimate company of either sex, and she was determined to save her daughter from becoming involved in such perversions.

What she didn't know, and nor did Caitlyn, was that her response had simply made her daughter even more curious. So much so that afterwards Jade had contacted Caitlyn's mother and purposely got herself seduced. It had been an eye-opener for her, much better than anything she had imagined, and now she had every intention that she and Caitlyn would do a lot more than just watch each other masturbate. She intended to deliberately seduce her friend and introduce her to the same pleasure that she had enjoyed with her mother, which was why she was so willing to risk her own mother's wrath once more.

'Have you spoken to her then?'

'Yes, she rang me and asked if she could call round.'

'And you don't mind?'

'Don't be silly. Whatever you to do together is no concern of mine, and it still wouldn't be even if I thought it reprehensible, which I don't.'

'Thanks Mum. But nothing like that's ever going to happen again.'

Caitlyn had no wish to risk the humiliation of being caught twice, and that meant she proposed to forego any repeat of what had actually been an otherwise exciting experience.

'That's up to you; you're old enough to make your own decisions in that department. And in any case I'm going out until late and so I won't know what you get up to.'

Brenda had a good idea what Jade intended and was giving her tacit approval by getting out of the way. But the idea that her diplomatic mother might be going out purposely to leave the two girls alone together never even occurred to Caitlyn - not even the next day when she announced her departure the minute she let Jade in through the front door. 

'Right, I'm off. I shan't be back until after ten this evening, so you won't get disturbed until at least then.'

The implication couldn't have been clearer, and yet Caitlyn still managed not to understand. But Jade did.

The two girls made their way into the lounge and settled at either end of a long sofa.

'You'll get into trouble if you're mother finds out you've been round here, won't you?'

'Sometimes you have to take a risk in life.' Jade smiled. 'She said she'd throw me out if I saw you again, but I don't think my Dad would let her.'

'You could come and live here if she did!' Caitlyn exclaimed with a giggle, pleased with her own solution.

'And then sooner or later your mum would be bound to catch us.'

Jade could see complications, especially if she managed to get relationships going with both mother and daughter. They were both blonde and beautiful and Jade wasn't sure if she could ever pick one over the other. It really was a case of age and experience versus youth and innocence. She fancied them both.

'She wouldn't react the same way yours did. She's pretty cool like that. Anyway, we'll try and be more careful in future.'

Jade smiled and for a moment Caitlyn looked at her in puzzlement, but then she realised what she had said and what it meant, and a smile spread shyly over her face too.

'We're going to, aren't we?'

She didn't specify if she meant being careful or doing it at all, but it didn't matter.

'I hope so.'

'So do I.' Caitlyn's voice was suddenly soft and breathless.

Years before, when she was just entering adolescence and learning about the birds and the bees and about the various kinds of sex, she had had a dream about having to demonstrate masturbation in front of the whole class, and it had stuck in her mind. Not that it had ever happened or that she'd ever really wanted it to happen but nevertheless it was something her imagination had never let go of, and her time with Jade had almost been a kind of adult fulfilment of that fantasy. Now she wanted to finish what they had started in Jade's lounge so that she could prove to herself that it had been no one off and that she was actually brave enough to do it more than once. In fact she harboured vague hopes that Jade really would get thrown out of her home and have to come and live with her. Then they could do it any time they wanted.

'Do you want to do it now?'

This time Caitlyn didn't speak, she just nodded, afraid to open her mouth in case her hammering heart jumped out of it.

For about half a minute neither girl spoke or moved, they just sat staring at each other with scared and excited expressions on their faces while they each tried to muster the courage to make the first move.

'Ready?' Jade asked finally.

Caitlyn nodded again, her tongue passing quickly over her dry lips.

'Ready.' She replied in a whisper.

Jade reached down and began to unfasten her belt while Caitlyn, after another momentary hesitation, stood and reached under her dress to remove her panties.

'How about we take everything off?' Jade asked, her eyes fixed anxiously on Caitlyn's, clearly watching intently for her reaction. 'After all, if I've got to take my jeans right off, you should do the same with your dress, and that would only leave your bra so we may as well both strip right off.'

Caitlyn paused as she fought her instinctive reticence.

'All right.' She agreed eventually.

Jade stood and began to undo her jeans, watching for Caitlyn to follow suit and smiling with apparent relief when she reached for the zipper to her dress.

They were both naked at roughly the same moment and stood staring shyly at each other, hands self-consciously kept by their sides. Caitlyn looked at Jade, seeing her naked for the very first time. She'd seen her nude many times as they grew up, but this was the first time they had been 'naked' together, with all its built in associations.

Perhaps it was due to the shock that she felt when she saw that Jade was sporting shaven pubes, something that she'd never done before as far as Caitlyn knew, but something was definitely adding to the sexual undertone of their actions. She desperately wanted to ask Jade about her new look, but she couldn't find the nerve and pretended not to notice. Even so, she found it hard not to stare, and her eyes kept being drawn surreptitiously back to that newly smooth patch of skin.

They returned to their seats, carefully maintaining the gap between them, and sat suddenly silent and bashful now that the moment had arrived. Caitlyn looked hurriedly across at Jade, wanting to find some reassurance in her friend's face but finding only a similar apprehension. Even she seemed struck by nerves, all at once unsure of herself and her intentions, and so they sat, both staring fixedly ahead but casting quick furtive glances towards each other, each one wanting the other to begin and each one still uncertain if they would be able to follow suit.

'Bloody hell, Cat, this is ridiculous.' Jade broke the silence. 'We did it before.'

Caitlyn nodded. 'But we didn't set out to do it deliberately that time.'

There had been no premeditated intention then. In fact it had been a mix of girlish giggles and teenage dares that had got them so incredibly turned on that it just had to happen.

'Let's just lighten up then, and if it happens, it happens.' Jade sounded annoyed with herself.

'Shall we stay undressed?'

Caitlyn felt abruptly uncertain about what was happening. She didn't want to back out, masturbating with her friend had been the most exciting thing ever, but she felt silly sitting without any clothes on waiting for something to happen.

'Do you want to?' Jade asked.

'Yes. Don't you?' 

'Yes. I quite like it. So long as nobody walks in, that is.' 

Caitlyn giggled, remembering Jade's mother walking in on them. 'Yeah, but we had our legs wide open that time.'

She felt herself blushing at her own remark and at the image it recalled of them both sitting with their legs wide apart and their fingertips strumming away at themselves. It had been one of the most exciting images she had ever seen. Her nerves began to melt away before the desire to see the same image again.

'Open your legs now then.' Jade challenged her, bringing her mind back to reality. 

'If you do.'

She surprised herself with her spontaneous answer and looked across at Jade to see her response. Excitement, arousal and happiness were all visible in her expression as Jade took a deep breath and spread her knees wide, deliberately angling her nearest leg so that her pussy would be as visible as their side by side positions would allow. She looked back at Caitlyn, as if willing her to do the same.

'You know what happened last time, don't you?' Caitlyn asked as she mirrored Jades movement, surprising herself once again by showing herself just as openly.

'Yes, exactly what we were supposed to be doing this time.' Jade reminded her with a grin. 'Can you remember what started it?'

Caitlyn laughed, her embarrassment beginning to disappear. 'Yes. We put our hands there to hide our pussies, and that started us touching ourselves.'

'It was nice though, watching you and knowing you were watching me.'

Caitlyn nodded. 'Yes it was.'

There was growing arousal in Caitlyn's voice.

'Do you mind me seeing you?' Jade asked, gazing openly at Caitlyn's pussy.

'No.' Caitlyn thought of her juvenile fantasy and shook her head, fixing her own gaze between Jade's legs. 'Do you?'

'I quite like it.'

'Jade? Why did you shave yourself there?' 

The question came out of the blue, the words tumbling out of Caitlyn's mouth before her brain had the chance to stop them.

'I don't know. I thought I'd try it.' It was partly true, although mostly it had been for Brenda's benefit when she had met with the older woman last week. Since then she had decided to keep herself smooth to see what effect it might have on Caitlyn. 

'What's it like?'

'Nice.' She answered, turning slightly to reveal herself better to Caitlyn's gaze. 'It makes you feel more sensitive.'

Caitlyn frowned. 'Sensitive?'

'Yes. You're much more conscious of everything that touches you there, even your panties or the slightest breeze, and when you play with yourself you can feel even the lightest touch. Your pussy feels nicer under your fingertips too, softer and smoother.' 

Caitlyn sat silently staring for a few moments as if trying to digest the information, and then once again she spoke before thinking, pursuing an instinctive urge.

'Can I feel it? Would you mind if I touched you?' 

Her request came without warning and Jade gasped out loud in surprise.

'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that.'

'No, Cat, it's all right.' She didn't realise that she was playing directly into Jade's hands, taking things along the path that Jade had been wondering how to begin. 'Of course you can. You just caught me by surprise, that's all.' 

'Are you sure?' Caitlyn asked. 'I mean, I just want to know what it feels like, nothing else.'

'I'm sure. Go ahead.'

Caitlyn still hesitated, her hand beginning to reach across and then coming to a halt in mid air. In the back of her mind was the vague feeling that she was taking a step too far, one that she might not be able to reverse, but somehow she pushed the thought out of her mind.

'Go ahead,' Jade nodded and smiled in encouragement. 'I don't mind, honestly.'

Caitlyn looked into Jade's eyes for reassurance and then, with a tiny nervous smile, she reached over and touched her right at the top of her hairless slit, the warm soft skin feeling alien under her fingertips. Jade gave a tiny intake of breath and Caitlyn froze, misinterpreting the pleasure sound for one of anxiety.

'It's okay. Touch me.' 

Jade's voice betrayed her excitement but Caitlyn didn't notice, her own heart hammering at the thought of what she was doing. Her fingers traced a gentle course across Jade's pubic mound and down one side of her pussy, her nervousness making her barely do more than graze the skin. Jade spread her legs as wide as she could, trying to encourage Caitlyn to explore further.

Gaining confidence Caitlyn shifted in her seat, twisting sideways and leaning over, holding onto the back of the sofa with one hand while the other reached between Jade's legs. She could see what she was doing now, and she ran a fingertip down each side, softly stroking the puffy labia with a slow gentle touch.

'It feels very different.' Caitlyn was slightly breathless. 'It's nice.'

'It's nice from this side too.' Jade said quietly.

Caitlyn looked at her blankly, not quite sure of her meaning.

'You're turning me on.' Jade explained, mistakenly hoping the reason would help take things further.

Caitlyn blushed and hastily pulled her hand away, her flustered look partly down to it having a similar effect on her. She couldn't understand why she found it so exciting to touch her friend in that way. After all, she had only wanted to find out what it was like to shave your pussy and the arousal she was feeling from touching Jade so intimately was bewildering to say the least.

'I'm sorry; I didn't intend to get you going. I just...' She let her voice trail off in confusion.

'It's okay. I didn't mind. In fact I quite liked being stroked like that.' 

Alarm raced over Caitlyn's face and Jade back-pedalled hastily. 

'It kind of set things up for what we want to do.' 

She reached down between her legs and began to stroke her pussy, a fingertips finding its way into her slit and rubbing gently on her clit, intent on demonstrating that she only meant their joint masturbation.

Caitlyn relaxed, encouraged by Jade's words and actions, and then after a few seconds hesitation while she watched Jade playing with herself, she too reached down and searched for her clitoris. Jade smiled, sighed silently with relief that her impatience had not entirely frightened Caitlyn away, and rubbed her clit with the quick light strokes that always worked well for her. 

Similar rapid little movements were working for Caitlyn too. She could feel her nipples enlarging, becoming harder as she became even more turned on, and she wondered if Jade had noticed. Not that it mattered; Jade's somewhat longer nipples were noticeably standing out, revealing that she was already hot. She looked to see what Jade was doing, but from their seats alongside each other she could only see knuckles moving quickly and jerkily over her pubes. She wanted to see more clearly, but she feared that any overt leaning forward or peering might give out the wrong signals and put Jade off. She could not know, of course, that this was a completely mistaken thought. She raised her gaze just in time to see Jade's eyes flick way, and she realised with a little embarrassment that Jade had been watching her staring at her pussy. She felt herself colour up even though she knew she shouldn't, because that was the whole idea of what they were doing. She was finding her own thoughts and urges confusing and unexpected.

Jade shifted in her seat, responding to Caitlyn's unspoken request by turning towards her and then raising one foot onto the seat so that she was sitting in the corner of the sofa facing diagonally across it and affording Caitlyn an unrestricted view of her pussy. Caitlyn watched, feeling a sudden thrill of excitement course through her, not just from the new and arousing view she had been given but by the knowledge that she would have to follow suit. This was just what she wanted, for them to watch each other openly and masturbate until this time they satisfied themselves. After only a moment's delay she copied the movement so that each girl could now look directly between the other's legs. She caught Jade's eye and smiled timidly before opening herself even wider and deliberately letting Jade see everything.

'I know I shouldn't.' She whispered truthfully. 'But I like you to see me.'

'And I like you looking at me.' Jade answered, her voice tight with excitement at such a positive remark. 

Caitlyn was not aware of the mixed messages she was giving her friend, although Jade probably understood her mind better than she did. It seemed to Jade that Caitlyn wanted things to happen but perhaps didn't have the nerve to instigate anything. But she daren't push either, just in case she had misread the situation again. She remembered Caitlyn's hesitant fingers touching her pussy and prayed she would get the chance to return the pleasure. But she would wait until they had both climaxed, when inhibitions had been blown under the influence of an orgasm, before trying to take things further. She looked longingly at Caitlyn's pussy, seeing Caitlyn smile at her for doing so, blissfully unaware of her friend's desires.

This was roughly where they had got to on the last occasion, although neither expected anything then except to see each other come, and now they were strumming just as openly, hiding nothing, each watching the other, wanting to see the other girl reach orgasm, wondering what it would be like and how they would feel when they too were observed at that most personal of moments. This time there was no reason now why it shouldn't happen, and they both knew it.

Caitlyn switched her gaze constantly between Jade's face and her pussy, not sure which to watch. It was so damn exciting to watch those slender fingers work on that tiny nubbin of her clit, so clear between her clean shaven labia, and to see her hips begin to twitch, lifting just a little from the seat. But she wanted to watch Jade's face to know when she too was being watched, to know when her movements were being seen and her pussy being stared at. She had been so disappointed when they had been thwarted before and she wanted to make sure she got the most pleasure this time, just in case it never happened again. Maybe, just maybe, if it did, Jade would let her touch her pussy again. It had been so exhilarating to know she was doing something that was so undeniably naughty -- kinky even. The thought made her fingers fly even more quickly over her clit and the first warm tingle of a climax began to grow inside her.


Caitlyn and Jared



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It had been a long ride from the airport to Gram's house and her grandmother was tired and turned in early. Caitlyn wasn't tired though. She was lying in bed thinking what a train wreck her life had become. A year ago she could not have imagined doing the things she did last year but she had been like the frog in the warm water. The water gradually got warmer over time until it was too hot and she got burned.

I was a senior in high school and then my dad got transferred a job in Los Angeles. 

I was apprehensive about moving to a different place but also excited to be moving to LA. I wasn't much of a winter person and the winters got very cold in the Midwest. I was looking forward to the dry sunny weather. The sun always perked me up and my mind was filled with the glamorous stereotypes of California, movie stars, beautiful scenery, the latest fashions and trends. 

When we left home it was freezing and the ground was covered in a foot of snow. When I walked off the plane my skin was caressed by a heavenly 70 degree breeze and the bright sun almost overwhelmed my eyes. I couldn't believe it! This was my new winter? On the drive to our new home I saw palm trees. I had never seen a real palm tree before. Incredible! The house styles were so different. Stucco houses with beautiful tile roofs and cactuses in the front yard. People were wearing shorts and t-shirts in December! It was so cool! 

My new house was beautiful and I loved the neighborhood and was bursting with excitement as I lay in bed that night. It took quite a while to get to sleep.

Everything was wonderful at first. Caitlyn quickly made friends with the kids in the neighborhood. It didn't hurt that she had a beautiful face and body. She was soon friends with all the 'in' girls and they quickly brought her up to speed. They all went to the same school and she fit in right away.

Some of the things her girlfriends talked about definitely shocked her though. Many had been dating for a long time and had moved way beyond what she had done. A few had even had sex. She didn't want to seem like a fool so she just nodded her head to make it seem like she was cool with everything even though she had barely done anything.

Her best friend Judy, was one of the more experienced girls and quickly guessed Caitlyn's secret. One day they had a heart to heart and Caitlyn admitted her inexperience. Judy was fabulous and agreed to set her up with a guy that she had dated. A week later she had gone out on her first date after a little pre-date pep talk from Judy.

"Now remember Caitlyn, Kevin is a very nice guy but he'll expect a bit more than what you may be used to. He's going to expect kissing and some touching so don't make a big deal when he tries, after all it's nothing." 

I had a great time with Kevin. He was friendly and attractive and we were quickly kissing and touching each other. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I could have just kissed him all night long and when he touched my breasts I really got excited. This was definitely something I wanted to do again and soon!

Judy was so helpful. She took me to the local clinic and got me on the pill just to be safe. It didn't take long for Kevin and I to move beyond kissing and touching. We were both masturbating each other in no time and Kevin showed me how to give a good blow job and he definitely knew how to eat pussy. I never felt such pleasure in all my life!

I lost my virginity to Kevin. He was very gentle and after the initial pain it started to feel really good which I heard later was unusual for the first time. After that we had sex ever chance we got and tried everything we could think of. I quickly learned what I liked and didn't like and started to get very good at pleasing Kevin. Eventually I could even deep throat him and discovered all the sensitive spots on his body that really turned him on. In turn, he made me realize I liked to be on top, showed me my G-spot which I wasn't even aware of, and did everything he could to please me.

I'm not sure if Judy had decided that my 'training' with Kevin was finished but at one point she said I was ready to move on. She fed me a constant stream of new guys that she had already sampled and pre-approved and I didn't waste any time. Some of them I didn't like and just went out with once but by then I loved sex and most of her referrals were very pleasing to look at and be with and knew what they were doing. I had a great time.

After a while our high school started to seem like a fish bowl. We had dated most of the senior guys that we wanted to so Judy and I moved on to parties with older guys and guys from other schools. There were always lots of older guys interested in attractive high school girls and there was lots of free booze and pot at these parties which seemed great.

That's when things started to sour with my parents. It was one thing to explain coming home a bit late. Judy and I always had our stories planned so they never suspected anything. It was a bit harder to explain not coming home at all or coming home totally out of it and not remembering at breakfast the next day what lie you told the night before. 

Expanding our dating territory also meant that we were frequently in unknown territory. There were many times when we hardly knew any of the guys at a party. Most of the guys were usually nice but sometimes they definitely were not. Some of them had never heard of the expression 'no means no' and some of them liked it rough even if we didn't.

As long as Judy and I were willing to be 'friendly' we could have whatever we wanted but after a while I started to feel uncomfortable. My relationship with my parents was strained. Waking up and not remembering what happened the previous night was an unpleasant feeling. Waking up and remembering what happened the previous night was sometimes even worse.

Here's the thing though, we are all prisoners of habit. Judy and I had done our 'thing' for so long that I could not imagine anything different. We were part of a group that all did the same thing and to me it seemed perfectly normal to be partying and having sex on a regular basis. It was the norm I was used to. 

It all came to a head one night when Judy got roughed up fairly bad. I called her parents and called mine and then started to cry and cry and cry. My cool LA lifestyle was not so cool anymore but I knew if I stayed I would be unable to break out of the rut I was in and sooner or later, I might be where Judy was.

Thank God my parents realized the same thing and intervened. One day my Gram showed up and my parents told me I was leaving to live with her for a while. They made me pack and got me on a flight back home before I had a chance to come out of my shell shocked state. 

Here I was, lying in bed at Gram's house, back where I was born, thinking about my screwed up life.

A bit about Gram. She was my mom's mom and a very strong willed woman. Apparently, she was a bit of a wild child in the 70's but managed to survive and eventually opened a women's clothing store which thrived over time. I had always had a special relationship with her. She treated me like an adult and it's her I turned to when I had sexual questions. My parents knew I respected her and that she wouldn't take any shit from me.

The next morning Gram was friendly but business like.

"Caitlyn, I don't care what happened in LA and I'm not here to judge you but I also expect you to live by my rules while you're in my house. I run a business and can't be watching you all the time and I expect you to behave while you are here. Are we clear?"

'Yes Gram."

"Consider this your second chance in life. Sometimes people don't get a second chance. Sometimes they just die like your friend almost did. Your parent's already called the local high school and explained the situation. You need to go down tomorrow and get registered so you can finish out your last term of high school. She went to leave and turned around and gave me a big hug. "You can't undo what you did but you can make a new start. Consider this your chance."

For my first day at school I wanted to be invisible. I wasn't ready to talk to anyone. I wasn't ready to make any friends. I wasn't ready to have any guys stare at me. I didn't want to explain to anyone who I was or where I had lived. I put on my baggiest track pants and a huge fleece sweat shirt to hide my body. No make up, no perfume, nothing. I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail and covered my face in a baseball hat and hoped my plain outfit would keep everyone away.

The nights and weekends were the hardest. School kept me busy and kept my mind distracted but at home I was alone except for Gram and she was frequently at her store or out with friends. My mind kept wandering back to my life back in LA and to all the mistakes I made. My behavior looked incredibly stupid and immature and hurtful from a distance. Gram did her best to comfort me and kept telling me it was going to be okay but it didn't seem like it.

Then I saw him at school. He was way bigger than the little runt I remembered and his face had changed somewhat but I was sure it was him. It was Jared, and all of a sudden a surge of happy sweet innocent memories flooded my mind.

Jared and I were best buds or junior soul mates when I was little. We lived next door and did everything together. Jared's parents were always fighting so Jared would often flee to the quietness of my house and to adults that weren't always screaming at each other. My parents went out of their way to treat him like one of theirs. We were always together, at my house, or playing outside or exploring on our bikes. We talked to each other about anything and everything. 

I was excited but too nervous to approach him so I put my head down, turned around and walked away as quickly as possible. All the way home though, my heart was pounding and I couldn't get him out of my head. That night I drifted off with excitement about what the next day would bring.

I woke in the morning feeling wonderful. For the first time in a long time I slept great. For the first time in a long time I wanted to get out of bed. In fact, I almost jumped out of the bed, feeling light as a feather, eager to get going. At breakfast Gram stared at me for a while until she finally said, "You look like the cat that ate the canary. What's up?" 

"Gram do you remember Jared?"

"Would that be the Jared that you were joined at the hip with for years and the Jared that you wanted to marry when you were eight?"

Caitlyn blushed at the memory of her marriage proposal.

"Yes Gram, that Jared. Does he still live around here?"

"As far as I know. I think I saw him about a year ago."

"Thanks Gram.'

Caitlyn was so excited. She literally felt like she was going to pop out of her skin! All she could think about was reconnecting with Jared but she wasn't ready yet. She was too nervous. She needed to make sure it was him, so she put on her trusty camouflage outfit of baggy track top and pants, ponytail, no makeup, baseball hat and shades. She didn't realize it but she had a huge grin on her face the entire walk to school.

The school was not that big and there were not that many senior classes so she figured he must be in at least one of her classes. She sat at the back of each class and watched the people come in. It didn't take long. He was in her second class and the teacher asked 'Jared' a question.

It really was him! When class was over she left as quickly as possible, still unable to approach him. Later in the day she saw him walking down the hall straight towards her or at least it seemed like that to her. She turned around against a locker and waited for him to go by. After he passed, she quickly turned around to walk away but ran head on into someone coming the other way. Her books and hat and glasses went flying all over the place and she fell to the floor.

Oh my God, could this be any more embarrassing! She quickly realized she wasn't hurt but there were a few snickers and she realized she had lost her hat and glasses. Someone leaned over and asked if she was okay. She looked up and it was Jared! Without her hat and glasses and with her ponytail, she looked similar to what she was like when Jared would have seen her last.

"Caitlyn?"

"Caitlyn, is that you? It's Jared, don't you remember me!"

The cat was out of the bag. There was no point in pretending anymore. 

"Jared, is it really you?"

He pulled her up and gave her a huge hug.

"Oh my God! I can't believe it's you! I didn't think I'd ever see you again!"

Jared's parents had eventually split and he and his mom had moved into a small apartment in a different part of town. Jared ended up going to a different high school. It was heartbreaking for both of them and at first they stayed in touch but over time they gradually drifted apart. 

For the next few weeks, Jared walked Caitlyn home from school. Within a very short time it was like they were never apart. They were older but they still had the same connection they had earlier. Their personalities were a perfect match. Caitlyn felt totally comfortable around Jared. She would never have even considered going to school in her baggy sweats with no makeup at her old school but she was so relaxed around Jared that didn't even think about her clothing or putting on makeup.

Not everything was the same though. Caitlyn wasn't a young tomboy anymore and Jared's body had definitely filled out. He was almost six feet tall and had a lean muscled look. He had a cute face and a tight butt. She couldn't stop sneaking peeks at him!

After a few days she reached over and held his hand on the way home and he didn't seem to mind. They had never touched before and it felt good. Their whole relationship became more physical. Everyday conversations were now filled with gentle pats and touches and squeezes and they always greeted and left each other with hugs. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. It didn't take long for them to start making out at her Grams house. They would sit on the couch and kiss and run their hands all over each other.

One day Caitlyn decided it was time. She couldn't be in love with anyone more than she was with Jared and she knew he felt the same way about her. They made out passionately on the couch for a bit and then Caitlyn lifted up and pulled her shorts off and started to unzip Jared's pants.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking your pants off so I can get at you! You don't mind do you?"

For Caitlyn it was a rhetorical question but Jared wasn't answering and he wasn't taking his pants off.

She moaned softly in his ear, "Come on Jared, I want you, I'm ready. Take your pants off."

Jared still wasn't moving and Caitlyn finally realized that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

After a bit, Jared softly said, "I've never been with anyone." 

"Ya, right!"

Jared wasn't kidding though.

"Oh Jared, I didn't know."

She could believe someone as nice and attractive as Jared, had never been with anyone. How could that be? With her background she just assumed he had been with other people like she had.

She tried to be reassure him. "It okay, I have. I can show you."

"Really, you've slept with other guys?"

A loud alarm bell went off in Caitlyn's mind. In a matter of seconds her dream off finally being with Jared seemed to be going up in smoke. She was so surprised by the sudden turn off events that she wasn't sure what to say. Jared didn't give her a chance.

"How many guys have you slept with?"

Caitlyn was stunned and just stared at Jared. She knew the truth was not going to go over well but she couldn't lie to him.

"I don't know the exact number but a few."

"How could you not know how many? How many is a few, four, five, six?"

"Higher."

The silence from Jared was deafening and after a minute he got up and said, "I need to go okay. I'll talk to you later." 

Caitlyn waited for Jared to call but days went by and he never did and he avoided her at school. Finally she couldn't take it any longer and called him.

"Jared, can we please meet? I know you're upset but we really need to talk. I need to talk to you, to explain."

That night Jared came to her place and Caitlyn explained how she went from shy girl to party girl. She explained how exciting it had been at first and how she got in with the cool girls and how they gradually introduced her into their lifestyle. How all of it happened slowly and seemed normal. It was fun and exciting and everyone around her was doing the same thing. Then she told him about how things started to go down hill with the booze and dope, waking up not knowing what had happened, the occasional violent dates and the terrible arguments with her parents and the final night in the hospital with her badly beaten up friend.

"I was really depressed when I got to Grams, thinking of the train wreck my life had become and how badly I treated my parents. I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to go out. I hid at school under baggy cloths. I had no appetite, no energy, I just wanted to stay in bed all day. 

Then I saw you at school and had a wonderful flashback to when we used to be together and how much fun we had. It made me remember what I used to be like and for once I went to sleep happy and woke up looking forward to the next day. I've never been so happy since we've been together again and I can't stand the thought of loosing you but I won't lie to you and I can't undo the past."

Caitlyn started to tear up.

Jared instinctively hugged her because he loved her but everything was not okay. In a purely intellectual sense hearing her explanation helped. Everyone made mistakes and it was easy to get in with the wrong crowd. Knowing what happened helped blunt the lump he'd had in the pit of his stomach over Caitlyn's lovers but the feeling was still there. It was one thing to understand the why but it was another to accept the what. She had been with him almost the whole time she was back and she was the same beautiful person that he loved before but how could he get over what he knew?

"Caitlyn, I appreciate you explaining everything but I'm still having a hard time. I just need more time, okay? I just need to be alone for a bit. I promise I'll call you."

Days went buy but he didn't call. Caitlyn knew she somehow needed to reach him or things might be over but how? Then she had an idea. It might blow up in her face but she had a plan and got Jared to come over again.

She didn't waste any time. She knew what the problem was and needed to get the truth out on the table. 

"Jared, I know your upset with the number of guys that I slept with. You think I'll be comparing you to them and not be satisfied" 

All along he felt terrible about knowing Caitlyn had slept with so many guys but his ego would not let him articulate it. Now she had said it. He felt sexually inadequate and insecure. He had never slept with anyone. How could he ever please Caitlyn with what she had experienced.

"Yes."

"What if I told you that I've already made the comparison and am 100% confident that you'll be a better lover to me than any of the others?

"What do you mean? How could you know? We haven't done anything sexual."

Caitlyn was nervous. She knew she it was crucial what she said next.

"I know, because making love is always better than just having sex. Sexual satisfaction is mostly a state of mind and I've never been in a better state of mind then when I'm with you. I'm attracted to you physically and I love being with you and I know you love being with me and would do anything to make me happy. I never worry about you hitting me. I never worry about you talking about me to others. I never worry about you using me then walking away. I know you'll never ever hurt me in any way."




Caitlyn and Jared



"Not one of my past boyfriends, not a single one of my so called lovers ever felt that way about me and I never felt that way about them! They had sexual experience but there was no love. I may have had sex with others but I've never made love with anyone. That's why I'm 100% confident that you will be a better lover to me than any of the others. I know that whatever sexual experience you lack you will easily learn. 

"But what if I can't learn?"

"Jared, I know you can because you love me and will try. As long as you try, it will happen. We are not talking about brain surgery here, it's 90% effort and 10% technique. From your perspective, you're only at 10% because you lack experience but from my perspective your already at 90% because you love me and want to please me. I can show you the 10%. I can show you what I like."

"Let me show you. I have a plan. I propose that we get together and practice, and I guarantee you that in a very short time you will be satisfying me better than anyone ever did."

Caitlyn had been watching Jared's face throughout her speech and it seemed like he was accepting her message but she needed to do one more thing to convince him before she let him go. It was vital that he start to feel confident about himself so she reached over and gave him a deep hug and started to kiss him softly. When he started to kiss her back she gradually increased the pressure and then slipped her tongue into his mouth and in no time their tongues were eagerly caressing and exploring each other.

"Jared that felt wonderful! You are wonderful! Can we continue on tomorrow?" Caitlyn was relieved when Jared, with a clearly pleased look agreed. The first night of her plan had been a success! 

The next day was vital. She had absolute confidence that Jared would be a wonderful lover but she had to keep his mind off her past and boost his sexual confidence until he felt secure about himself. She knew that if that they could continue their 'practice' that he would quickly loose his sexual insecurities. 

Ever since Caitlyn had been home she had been wearing the baggiest cloths possible to avoid attention but the next step in her plan required a change. She put on one of her tightest pairs of pants and tops. Every curve of her body was on maximum display. She left her hair in a ponytail but did up her face. She looked hot. 

Her Gram immediately gave her the arched eyebrow when she came down for breakfast. The arched eyebrow was an evil trick that her Gram learned during the 70's that compelled Caitlyn to immediately reveal any secrets she may be keeping. Caitlyn had frequently confessed way more than required when she was younger based on the power of Grams look, but today she had nothing to hide.

"It's not what you think Gram. I'm not reverting to my old ways. Jared needs a boost to his sexual confidence and I plan on giving him a big one today."

She giggled and twirled around, "Do you think my outfit will help? Also, is it okay if Jared comes over after school the next few weeks for some 'study'?"

"If that outfit doesn't boost his confidence then nothing will but make sure you don't scare the boy and don't be doing anything on my bed!"

Caitlyn left early that day for school. She wanted to make sure she was there before Jared. As the other kids started to arrive Caitlyn noticed the guys gawking at her and the girls checking her out which was the effect she was hoping for.

When Jared arrived she greeted him with a kiss and a big hug that she prolonged for maximum public exposure. Jared's eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never seen Caitlyn done up in such sexual splendor.

"Oh my God Caitlyn, you look gorgeous!"

That was what she loved about Jared, he just blurted out the truth and never played games and she was thrilled with his response. She grabbed his hand and they walked to class together. Caitlyn never missed an opportunity to touch and hug and kiss Jared throughout the day and by the end of the day everyone had noticed Jared and his 'hot' looking girlfriend. As innocent as he was, Jared definitely noticed the looks of envy he was getting and it felt really good! Caitlyn's plan was working perfectly.

"So Jared, see you after school for our next session?"

With a huge grin on his face he said, "Don't worry, I'll be there!" 

When she got home she quickly stripped off her cloths including her underwear and put on the loosest, thinnest t-shirt that she could find. The goal was to give Jared maximum access to her body. She could tell he appreciated the view by the way he stared at her when she came out.

"Jared, the first thing to remember is foreplay. You have to start slow and build up the passion. I love soft kissing and being gently touched all over."

Jared leaned over and started kissing Caitlyn softly like she requested. His hands were moving up and down all over her smooth body caressing her gently. It wasn't long before their wet tongues were slowly experimenting with each other.

When Jared started to kiss and touch her she felt like ripping off his cloths and impaling herself on his cock but she knew she had to pace herself and not scare him off. It was really hard though! 

"Jared, if a woman is excited you can tell by her nipples being hard and her pussy being wet.'

She grabbed Jared's hands and placed them on her nipples.

"Feel how hard you made them Jared. You did that."

Jared couldn't believe how hard they were. They were sticking out really far and were as hard as bullets. He couldn't resist rubbing and squeezing them which made Caitlyn groan.

Caitlyn then moved his one hand against her pussy.

"Feel how wet you made me."

She moved his hand up and down against her pussy. Then she took his hand and put his now gooey fingers in his mouth.

"Taste me Jared."

Jared eagerly savored the smell of Caitlyn's sex on his fingers and then licked his fingers clean.

"Now lick and suck my nipples!"

Jared started to lick and then suck her nipples softly.

"Harder!"

Caitlyn moved his hand back between her legs and started to drag his fingers up and down her wet pussy.

"Oh Jared, that feels so good. Bite my nipples!"

She pressed Jared's fingers harder and harder against her engorged clit.

"Harder Jared, bite them harder!"

Jared squeezed her nipples harder and harder between his teeth and continued to rub her pussy and in no time he noticed Caitlyn's body start to tense up. All of a sudden she squeezed her legs tight against his fingers and started to shake. Jared realized he had given a women an orgasm for the first time, and it was Caitlyn!" 

Jared quickly mastered everything that Caitlyn showed him. It was just like Caitlyn said, 90% effort and 10% technique. Caitlyn showed him what she liked and then he practiced, always watching her to see how she responded. If hard nipples and a wet pussy were indicators of female excitement then Caitlyn seemed to be permanently excited. After their session on oral sex Jared was easily able to bring Caitlyn to multiple orgasms every time. Jared was in Heaven. He was with his sweetheart and doing things he couldn't have imagined a few weeks ago.

Caitlyn couldn't believe how well her plan had turned out. Jared was like a kid in a candy store and her body was the candy. He quickly mastered everything she showed him and was consistently giving her wonderful orgasms with his mouth and hands and fingers. Hell, he could almost make her cum just kissing her!

It was a novel experience being with someone that put her needs first. He wouldn't even let her touch his penis until he had made her cum. He seemed content just to explore and touch her body forever. At the beginning she was frustrated because she was so horny but didn't want to push him but she was definitely going to sleep satisfied the last few nights. It was time for the last lesson.

"Jared, I have a complaint. I've been 'putting out' for weeks and you haven't even asked me out for dinner once! What kind of a boyfriend are you?"

She could barely keep a straight face. Jared's face was all red and he didn't seem to know what to say. After a minute she started to laugh. "I'm just kidding Jared, but I think we're ready for the final lesson and I want it to be special. I want it to be something I'll remember later so it's time for you to wine and dine me. Call me after you've decided where you're going to take me and it better be somewhere requiring a suit!"

She was just kidding, but Jared actually did wear a suit. She didn't even know he owned a suit but he certainly looked good in it. He took her to a fancy restaurant and opened the car door for her and seated her at the restaurant. She felt like a Princess. 

Even though it was Caitlyn's suggestion, Jared was thrilled to be taking her out on a formal date. They had slipped back into their old friendship almost immediately after they met at school, which was great, but this time there was something more. A sexual undercurrent quickly developed between them. They didn't talk about it and might not have even thought about it explicitly but it was there. Unfortunately, it all came crashing down the day Caitlyn's sexual history came up. To Jared, Caitlyn was still the old Caitlyn. He had never been with anyone and he just assumed she hadn't either. The discrepancy between his outdated mental image of her and reality was just too much to handle and he fled. Thank God, Caitlyn has persisted in seeing him and thank God she was able to get through to him that he had nothing to worry about and only wanted him. He had to give her credit, her speech on making love versus having sex calmed his insecurities long enough for their practice sessions to boost his confidence. 

Now he wanted to return the favor. He wanted to show her how special she was to him, how he now thought of her as his girlfriend and not just a friend, how he now thought of her as a beautiful woman and not just a tomboy girl. 

She looked beautiful when he picked her up. It was obvious that she had spent a lot of effort to look good for him and he told her she looked fantastic! He in turn, had dusted off the one suit that he owned and took care to open the car door for her and hold her hand and seat her in the restaurant. Jared noticed the stares that Caitlyn received from the males in the restaurant and felt proud to be with her. She could have any guy she wanted with her looks but she was here with him!

Caitlyn had told Gram this was the big day and asked if it was okay if Jared stayed over. Her Gram really liked Jared and told Caitlyn it was fine. Caitlyn didn't know it but her Gram had been watching their relationship develop and was thrilled at the turn around in Caitlyn's life. She was really worried about Caitlyn when she first arrived but reconnecting with Jared had made a huge difference.

It didn't take long for Caitlyn and Jared to start kissing when they got home and they quickly moved to her bedroom. This time Jared offered no resistance when Caitlyn went to unzip his pants. In no time at all they both were naked and caressing each others bodies with their hands and lips. 

Caitlyn was normally an aggressive lover but she let Jared lead the way. It was his night! He knew all her hot spots by now and didn't spare any effort in tending to each one. She was very wet by the time he got between her legs and in no time his magic tongue gave her an enormous orgasm. She was clenching and shaking Jared's head so tight that he was afraid his neck was going to snap! 

After her orgasm subsided she pulled him up and grabbed his rock hard cock and gently rubbed it up and down her drenched pussy. Jared thought she looked beautiful lying below him with her long hair spread underneath her. 

"I'm ready."

It was actually happening! He couldn't believe it. Jared lined his penis up against her and gently pushed until the head popped in, then slowly moved in and out pushing a bit deeper each time until he bottomed out in her. My God, it felt good! Her vagina was so silky smooth and warm and wet. 

She wrapped her legs tightly around his back and held him still for a minute, savoring the feeling. She always loved the feeling of being physically joined, of having someone deep inside her and tonight it felt better than ever due to her intimate feelings for Jared. 

After a minute, she told Jared she was ready for more and he started to tenderly move in and out. He never done this before and didn't want to hurt her.

Caitlyn's body was still highly aroused and wet from her previous orgasm and she was ready now.

"Harder Jared! Faster and harder! You won't hurt me."

Jared hesitantly picked up the pace and she seemed okay so in no time he was slamming into her. Her face was flushed and tensed up and her eyes were closed. Her whole body jiggled with the force of each downward thrust and Jared had to pin her shoulders with his elbows to prevent her from sliding into the headboard. Her legs tightly gripped his back pulling him in as deep as she could and her nails were raking him. 

Caitlyn's already high level of arousal quickly escalated. His cock felt really good in her. It wasn't huge but the head was quite large and felt wonderful as it pulled and stretched her insides every time he moved. In no time she squeezed her arms and legs around him as tight as possible and started to convulse with another huge orgasm. Eventually the tremors subsided and her arms and legs flopped down on the bed. That's when she realized that Jared was still hard.

"Jared, you're still hard, didn't you cum?"

"Not yet."

She couldn't believe it. She thought for sure he wouldn't last long given it was his first time. He had found though that if he shifted his mental focus from the sensation in his penis to concentrating on her that he could avoid losing control. 

He asked her "Are you up for another one?"

"Really?"

Jared took that as a yes and pulled her close and quickly flipped them over so that she was now on top.

'I want you to be on top. I want to watch!"

Caitlyn was definitely ready and loved to be on top. She loved the control it gave her. She could vary the angle of her body to maximize her pleasure.

She sat up perfectly straight, pushing his penis as deep in her as it would go and savored the feeling of fullness in her.

Jared loved the view and the position. They were joined at the groin and he had a beautiful viewpoint looking up at her breasts and face, At first they held hands and intertwined their fingers and she moved up and down on him. Then she started to vary the angle, leaning back or forwards. After a while she picked up the pace and would almost rise completely off him and then slam down hard. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. Jared loved the slippery feel of her sweaty skin. 

She leaned forward and began to grind her sweaty breasts against Jared's chest. Her nipples were rock hard. Jared pulled her ass cheeks against him tightly and then she bent her face down forcing her mouth against Jared's until it opened and their tongues intertwined.

"Fuck me Jared! Fuck me hard!"

Up until now Caitlyn had been doing all the work but Jared quickly wrapped his arms around her back pulling her down tight and started matching her every thrust. 

"I'm getting close Jared, cum with me!"

Jared was ready and immediately shifted his focus to the exquisite pleasure of Caitlyn's pussy. The pleasure in his cock quickly reached a crescendo. His balls tightened up and then he erupted with a huge orgasm.

The flood of hot sperm deep inside her triggered Caitlyn's third major orgasm and she collapsed, exhausted, on Jared's chest. Their sweaty bodies were stuck to each other, hearts pulsing against each other.

"That was incredible Jared! That was the best I've ever had. My Jared, the stud!"

She meant every word of it. She had never been so satisfied. Who knew Jared had such control! Her body was tired but her mind was already fantasizing at the thought of Jared pumping her for as long as she wanted!

She rolled over on her side and Jared snuggled up against her closely, draping his arm over her stomach, intertwining his legs with hers and pushing his groin against her behind.

He drifted off thinking, "Caitlyn's stud, I like the sound of that!"



Caitlyn and Professor



Walking from her car to her professor's house Caitlyn was seized by a feeling of foreboding. She considered going home at that moment and later replying to his original email that, although she was terribly sorry, there'd been an emergency and could they please reschedule? But, God, that email. Although it did not allude to what the meeting concerned its message was clear: We need to meet regarding a matter of grave importance and it must be tonight. Caitlyn's only reply--before she'd given it much, if any, consideration--was that she would be at his house at the specified time. 

She had obsessed over this meeting throughout the day pondering its implications. Had any of her friends ever been summoned to a professor's home in this way? 

"Any plans for tonight?" Julie had asked over lunch. 

"I think I'm just gonna stay in and do some studying," Caitlyn said with an air of distraction. 

Her friend could sense that something was off, but chalked it up to Caitlyn's obsessive attitude toward her studies. It was close to the end of the semester and, really, close to the end of Caitlyn's graduate work. Her distance seemed reasonable given the circumstances. Julie made the suggestion that the two study together, but the idea was quickly shot down and Caitlyn abruptly ended their lunch with an apology explaining that she really had to get home to study. 

At her apartment she struggled over what she might wear changing in and out of various outfits as garments piled on a chair. In the end she decided on a short skirt with black nylons, high heels and a button-down shirt that was a bit small and unbuttoned an extra button thereby drawing attention to her rather large breasts. She'd caught the professor undressing her with his eyes on more than one occasion and decided it couldn't hurt to use whatever leverage she might have. 

However, dressed that way at the doorstep of her professor she suddenly felt ridiculous. On the street she noticed an older couple on a walk. The woman seemed to motion in her direction and murmur something disapproving to the man. Really there was no going back. Professor Horn was known for his unforgiving reputation and the consequences of letting him down did not seem promising. After ringing the bell she waited for several minutes. Without too much hesitation she decided that he must not have been home She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she turned to leave and as the door swung open. Holding it stood the professor. He was still dressed in his usual work attire: grey slacks, a buttoned down shirt and loosened tie. He held a pipe she'd never seen prior and regarded her for a brief moment as he drew on the pipe making no attempt to hide his lecherous sizing up of her figure and revealing outfit. He let pass a quick smirk before replacing it with an expression of seriousness. "Please come in, Ms. Logan."

Her attempts at small talk went ignored as the professor led her to the living room. "Have a seat," he said blowing a plume of smoke in her face. She chose a sofa in the middle of the room. "Can I offer you a drink? I only just now returned from a lecture and could use one myself." The professor's tone seemed to turn friendly. Caitlyn found this encouraging and accepted the offer so as to come across as agreeable. 

"I'll have whatever you're having," she said a little too cheery. 

"Very well," the professor said as he started for the kitchen. "And please make yourself comfortable." 

Caitlyn took in the orderly living room looking for anything that might reveal something of a personal life. A wife? A family? In fact there were no photographs at all. Just books and stacks of folders and papers. The decor was tasteful, but only seemed to reveal a life of ivory tower academia. 

"Hope you enjoy bourbon." 

Caitlyn's body jerked as the professor seemed to reappear from nowhere. "Oh, love it." She managed, although she couldn't be sure if she'd ever tasted the stuff. He handed her the glass and she took a small sip. The brown liquid burned her throat as it trailed its way down. She suppressed the urge to wince. 

"That's an eighteen year old Elijah Craig." 

Caitlyn nodded in appreciation. 

There was a moment of silence as the professor took a long look at Caitlyn. Finally, sensing her discomfort he spoke. "Ms. Logan, do you have any idea why I've asked you here tonight?" 

"No, sir" 

The professor took a deep breath, stood and approached a shelf containing some books and binders. He selected a green book and handed it to Caitlyn. "Look familiar?"

Caitlyn examined the cover. A Theory of Justice, John Rawls. She'd never read it, but the author's name felt familiar. Perhaps someone she'd read in a philosophy class at one time. "I don't think I know it," she said as if eager for the professor to enlighten her. 

He gave a look of surprise. "But Ms. Logan, John Rawls is the most preeminent scholar in the field of political philosophy! His writings have impacted the lives of untold numbers! In forty years his work has not been equaled!" 

Caitlyn watched her professor admiringly as he lectured her on the subject and took another sip from her drink this time really needing it. 

Another pregnant pause. 

"Ms. Logan," his voice was slightly raised, "open to page twenty-six." 

She did as she was instructed without hesitation. 

"Now read aloud starting with the first full paragraph." 

Caitlyn suddenly felt much younger than her twenty-five years as if she were back in the fifth grade being ordered to read for the class. Her voice cracked and quivered as she began. "The most striking feature of the uti-"

"Louder please," the professor interrupted.

She began again, this time louder as instructed. "The most striking feature of the utilitarian view of justice is that it does not matter, except indirectly, how this sum of satisfactions is distributed among individuals..." And it was at that moment that it dawned on Caitlyn where it was she'd seen those words as well as why it was that Professor Horn had asked her to meet with him that night. 

"Ms. Logan,"--he was irritated now--"you stopped reading. I did not ask you to stop. Please, again, from the beginning."

Her heart pounding in her chest, Caitlyn once again started reading in a clear, audible voice. "The striking feature of the utilitarian view of justice is that it does not matter, except indirectly, how this sum of satisfactions is distributed among individuals any more than it matters, except indirectly, how one man distributes his satisfactions over time. The correct distribution in either case is that which yields the maximum fulfillment." With this final phrase Caitlyn looked up noticing the professor reciting the words along with her. He seemed lost in the words like a lover of classical music lost in a composition of Mozart or Beethoven. 

"You may stop reading now, Ms. Logan." 

Caitlyn's eyes were frozen on the professor, the knowledge that her academic career was all but finished slowly sinking in."Ms. Logan, I must've read that book you're holding cover-to-cover at least ten times. Rawls's critique of utilitarianism is so well known it's hard to imagine a professor of philosophy in the country who would fail to recognize your plagiarism." 

Caitlyn racked her brain trying to remember from where she could've pulled the section. The night before the assignment was due she'd stayed up trying to piece together twenty pages of original thought on the subject of logic and reason as applied to social welfare. With scarcely enough adequate research she'd tried to put together a coherent argument she'd pulled from various web-sites. The academic pressure had seemed impossible and she had been desperate for something that would impress Professor Horn enough to merit an A. How could she have been so stupid? 

The professor stood and began to pace the room twirling the ice cube in his drink as Caitlyn stared at the floor dejected. "Ms. Logan, as I'm sure you're well aware, this university takes plagiarism very very seriously." He paused. "Do you know what the consequences are for plagiarism?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ms. Logan, what are the consequences for plagiarism?" He was treating as he might a child who'd misbehaved. 

"Expulsion." She did her best to hold back the tears that filled her eyes.

"That's correct, sadly." He was mocking her. "In addition, all the work you've done hitherto is to be rescinded. It's really quite hard to imagine much of a future for you at that point." The professor held Caitlyn's attention completely. The walls seemed to close in around her. "Ms. Logan, I'm curious, how are you doing in your other course work?"

Whereas in the past she'd always felt so proud of her academic achievements she now felt ashamed to say it. "Straight As," she managed. 

"Straight As. Yes. I've spoken to the other faculty. They seem to think that you're a brilliant young lady." Again, the mocking tone. "And that you have a very bright future to look forward to." She hated him at that moment intensely. "Tell me, how are you doing in my class...with the exception of this incident, of course?"

"I believe I have a B+, sir." 

"That might be putting it a bit generously. But, yes, I figure if you'd managed an A with this paper it would've put you over the top; you would've eked out an A in my class thereby achieving straight As for your entire three years in this program and, voila, you graduate with honors and distinctions making mommy and daddy oh so proud. Was that what you had in mind?" 

Caitlyn could not manage a response as tears began to spill from her eyes. 

"Unfortunately, with me you have to earn that A." He paused to take another sip of his drink. "Of course, you could still earn it," he said almost to himself.

"Sir?" Caitlyn tried to decipher his meaning.

"Ms. Logan, we find ourselves in a curious position. I assume the only people who've seen this...work you've turned in are you and myself." 

Caitlyn nodded as she focused intently on the professor. 

"My T.A. assisted with grading the majority of the class's papers, but somehow yours was only seen by me." 

It began to dawn on Caitlyn that the professor was suggesting the impossible, that all the damage that had been done could somehow be undone. "Sir, what do I have to do? How can I earn it?" 

"I'm suggesting an arrangement, Ms. Logan, a rather utilitarian arrangement." Caitlyn could feel herself turning flushed and her nipples become erect. "You see, Ms. Logan, I have something that could give you great satisfaction. And you certainly have something that could satisfy me." The professor was now holding Caitlyn by the chin. "And as you know from utilitarianism the correct distribution is that which yields the maximum fulfillment." The professor spoke these last words slowly, undoing her buttons one by one as he spoke each word until she was totally exposed. 

As her breath quickened Caitlyn looked into the eyes of her professor standing before her completely at his mercy. A long moment passed as the two stared at each other in silence. Finally Caitlyn summoned her courage, cleared her throat and spoke: "What can I do for your satisfaction, sir?"

The professor smiled broadly. "Exactly as I instruct you," he said as he moved himself to the chair facing Caitlyn. He sat back gazing at his compromised student. "You see, if you want to earn an A in my class, you're really going to have to impress me which means you'll have to submit to each and every one of my wishes. Is that understood, Ms. Logan?"

"Yes, sir." Caitlyn felt her sex tingle. 

"Of course, I'll also have to punish your for your plagiarism." His eyes brightened with excitement. "It wouldn't be ethical if I didn't discipline you for your actions." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Stand up, Ms. Logan." 

"Yes, sir." She did as instructed. 

"Remove your shirt." His voice even but firm. 

She tossed her shirt to the chair. 

The professor removed his cock from his fly and began stroking himself. He looked her up and down. "Show them to me." 

Caitlyn slowly removed the straps of her bra one shoulder at a time and carefully tucked the bra under her heavy breasts. 

"Now don't move. Be perfectly still. Like a statue."

Caitlyn stood poised with her hands behind her back, her legs slightly crossed and watched with great interest as her professor stroked his already hard cock. 

"Feel your tits." Caitlyn obeyed enjoying her body as the professor provided various other demands. "Squeeze them together. Now let go. Move your shoulders back and forth...yes...very nice. Don't stop. Now put two fingers in your mouth and suck them like a cock." Caitlyn sucked and tongued her fingers as seductively as she could clearly having a strong impact on her professor. 

"Come closer to me," he said almost lovingly. Caitlyn slowly made her way toward him. "Closer," he beckoned until she stood between his parted legs. "Now, on your knees. I want you to learn to suck cock like a good little slut." She placed herself on her knees and followed his command putting just the tip of his cock between her lips. "That's it...that's a good student. Now while you suck I want you to stroke it softly...faster now. There you go. Good. Look at me while you suck it." She struggled to follow his instructions precisely though her head was spinning from enjoyment. "Now take it out of your mouth and masturbate me." It continued like that, the professor alternately instructing Caitlyn to suck and then masturbate him always reminding her to look into his eyes as she performed for him. "Don't even think of stopping! We have all the time in the world and I feel like enjoying myself tonight." 

Caitlyn only noticed that the professor was holding her by the hair when his grip tightened and he pulled her away from his cock. "Come on, get up on your feet. It's time for your punishment." Caitlyn whined at hearing this news. The professor stood and took Caitlyn by the hair out of the living room to a bedroom. 

"Now, on your knees and elbows," he instructed motioning toward the bed. 

Caitlyn felt a rush of disorientation as she took in her new surroundings. She heard a piano concerto playing from some unidentifiable source. The bed was a neatly made king. On a shelving unit among more books were framed photographs of the professor with a woman. Who was she? His wife? And where was she that evening? Caitlyn looked to her professor refocusing her attention on the task at hand and placed herself on the bed on hands and knees. Again, the professor grabbed her by the hair, only harder this time and gave her a sharp slap to the right cheek. "ELBOWS!" he shouted into her face, "I said knees and ELBOWS!" He was exasperated. "Are you trying to get a C, Ms. Logan? Or maybe I should just send you home right now and pay a little visit to the dean of student affairs tomorrow morning."

"NO!" She protested like a child.

"No what?" Again, another slap this time to the other cheek. 

"No, sir." She composed herself. "Sorry, sir. I'll do better. I promise." She adjusted her arms so that her elbows bore her weight and she folded her hands as though in prayer. 

"Good." He lifted her skirt to reveal her ass snugly held in the nylon stockings. As he caressed her he uttered words of approval. "Very nice, indeed." Instinctively, she began to move for him in a rocking pattern. He grabbed both cheeks forcefully and buried his face in between. Then, to Caitlyn's surprise, he violently ripped a gaping hole in the stockings to reveal her pale cheeks separated only by a tiny thong. A grown of pleasure escaped from Caitlyn. She could feel him now probing her asshole with his tongue. He was also moaning now as if eating something delicious. He then slipped a finger into her pussy as he continued to tongue her asshole. "Are you ready for your punishment now, Ms. Logan?"

"But," she whined, not wanting him to stop. She then remembered the consequences for disobedience. "Yes, Professor Horn," she gasped. Calling him by his title helped her remember what was at stake for her.

The professor stepped back for a moment regaining his composure. "Good." He stroked his beard and examined her from different angles. "Now I have to leave you on your own for a spell, but I'm not sure if I can trust you not to move."

"You can trust me, Professor." 

"Can I? I just don't know, Ms. Logan. Your record in the trust department thus far has not been very impressive."

"I'll be good, Professor. I promise."

"Ok. Consider this practice. I'll leave this room--of course, I'll not say for how long--and you see if you can keep still and not go snooping around where you don't belong. Personally, I don't think you have it in you. So let's give it a try. And remember, if I catch you moving it'll only make your punishment that much more severe, understood, Ms. Logan?" 

"Yes, Professor. You can trust me." The professor laughed at this notion as he left Caitlyn alone in the bedroom. 

How long Caitlyn remained in that position she could not say. She became acutely aware of her discomfort as blood rushed to her face and her arms became sore. She wondered if she would be able to sustain the position until the professor's return. The worse torture, however, was how he'd abandoned her just as her pussy was so wet she almost couldn't bare it. She had a strong desire to touch herself while she awaited his return, but she was successfully able to resist this urge. 

And it's a good thing she did since he returned precisely at the moment when she truly had to restrain herself from herself. "I must say, color me impressed, Ms. Logan. Did you really manage to hold perfectly still that entire time?"

"Yes, Professor," she said with pride. 

"You wouldn't be trying to pull one over on me again, now would you, Ms. Logan?" 

"No, sir." She saw he was holding a wood paddle. A shudder of fear passed through her. 

"I think you're lying."

"No, Professor. Honest, I swear I didn't move an inch." But her protests only seemed to confirm the professor's suspicions. 

"Oh little Ms. Logan, don't you realize that with every lie you're only compounding your problems?" he said with mock sympathy. "I'd only planned on paddling you ten times, but now it looks like we're going to have double that. Shame." 

God, he was a sadistic fucker. But there was nothing Caitlyn could do. There could be no protest. She had to accept her punishment willingly. 

The professor then paced around the bed tapping his hand with the paddle. "I must admit, if I'd lived in an earlier time I surely would have been the headmaster at some all-girls school. I just so love to punish girls for misbehaving." For this Caitlyn could have no doubt. "So here's how this will go, Ms. Logan. Like I said, twenty paddles to your lovely ass. But since I get so excited I'm going to require your assistance to keep track. Think you can handle that? Think you can you manage to count to twenty?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl. But you'll have to use a clear loud voice. If I don't hear you then I'll surely lose track and we'll just have to start right from the beginning." 

"Yes, sir." 

"Alright then. Let's get started." 

The professor got into position like a baseball player stepping up to the plate. Caitlyn braced herself. Within seconds she felt the first smack across both cheeks accompanied with a rush of shooting pain. 

"ONE" she cried. She could not imagine how she would endure nineteen more. 

The professor then caressed the inflamed skin. "Very nice," he said admiring his work. He reached for his drink that he'd refilled for himself and took a sip. Then came the second smack this time below her ass on the back of her right thigh. 

She squeezed her eyes tight as tears trickled through. "TWO" 

With each smack of the paddle it become increasingly more difficult for Caitlyn to vocalize the numbers. By the time they reached number ten Caitlyn could only scream the number or say nothing at all. "Are you shouting at me, Ms. Logan?" the professor shouted back.




Caitlyn and Professor



"No, sir." The pain was excruciating. "It's just too much, sir!" 

The professor looked pleased. "But you're doing so well, Ms. Logan," he said as he rubbed her ass gently. "We're almost there." He then cupped his hand over her pussy and rubbed it as well. Caitlyn groaned without control. As he put his middle finger inside of her she moved like an animal. Her sex had never felt so good. It was as if as the pain intensified, the possibilities for pleasure intensified as well. He put his mouth to her ear as he moved two and then three fingers inside her. "I promise, you'll be well rewarded for taking your punishment so well, Ms. Logan," he said almost whispering. She believed him. She held some kind of trust in him. Her life was in his hands and she knew she deserved the paddling. Now they came one after another. 

"ELEVEN...TWELVE...THIRTEEN..." She felt more awake and alive with each smack. "FOURTEEN...FIFTEEN...SIXTEEN..." She now felt a mastery over the pain as well as a sort of intoxication. "SEVENTEEN...EIGHTEEN...NINETEEN..." Whereas before the professor made her feel weak and insecure, she now felt powerful and aware.

He paused before the final paddle. "You've done so well, Ms. Logan. I'm really very impressed. Are you ready for the last one?"

"Yes, Professor. I'm ready now. Please give it to me." (SMACK) "TWENTY." She was panting, almost hyperventilating. The pain spread throughout her body. But it was something other than pain now. More like an awareness. He revealed his his hard cock to her and she wanted it badly. "Did I take my punishment well, Professor?"

He again drew himself to her ear and whispered. "You were splendid." He then kissed her tenderly on the cheek and then the mouth. "Would you like your reward now, Ms. Logan?" 

"Yes please, Professor. Please give me your cock." 

Standing behind her he opened her with two fingers and place just the head of his erection inside her. 

"Please give me more. Please don't tease," she whimpered. Her pussy practically dripping. 

"Such inspired dirty talk, Ms. Logan." He remained only partially inside her as she writhed and bucked. "I think we may have found your true calling. I think you'd do well as my whore."

"Yes, it's true." She agreed with him wholeheartedly. "Please fill me up, Professor. Please, Professor, I'm yours to fuck." 

The professor then grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her back. His cock slid effortlessly into her causing her to moan like an animal. It was overwhelming. She almost came instantly, but managed to hold back. 

"Professor, may I please come for you? Please." 

The professor continued fucking her slowly, methodically. "Not yet. Hold it. I'll let you come. But for now you must hold it." 

"Yes, Professor." And to her surprise she could. He had her trained. "Yes, Professor." She whispered over and over. 

He began moving in her faster holding the back of her bra like the reigns of a horse. He then reached around to place the palm of his hand on her clit. 

"Yes, Professor..." 

"Would you like to come now, Ms. Logan?" 

"Yes, Professor." She was about to explode. "PLEASE!"

"Very well then. Come now!" No sooner had he said the words then she let loose a primal groan pushing back on his cock and grinding on his midsection. The orgasm seemed to be without end. "Good girl," he said as she continued to grind on him. "Now I want you to clean it up for me." 

He brought his cock to her mouth and she went to work on it hungrily lapping up her own cum. "Do you like the taste of yourself, Ms. Logan?"

"Yes, Professor. It's delicious." 

She greedily sucked on his balls as he slid her skirt down to her knees. "Now I want you to remove the rest of your clothes, Ms. Logan." 

As fast as she could Caitlyn took off the skirt and heels; then the ripped stockings and thong. Finally she unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. She now felt especially whorish as she stood completely naked before the professor who was fully clothed aside from his exposed cock which was at that moment pointing directly at her. She felt completely willing to engage in whatever fantasy the professor wished to fulfill with her. There was a certain kind of freedom in that kind of willingness. There was no pretense; no bullshit. She wanted to be used and the professor was very willing to oblige. It was a simple arrangement, but like he said, one which yielded maximum fulfillment. He played with her long into the night until he'd taken her in every position he could think to, abused her in every way that he felt compelled, and given her enough orgasms that she'd lost track and finally she'd passed out from exhaustion. 

It was late morning when Caitlyn awoke the next day. The room was bathed in sunlight streaming through the blinds. She called to the professor several times but received no answer in return. With some struggle, she roused herself and made her way to the bathroom to pee. She felt sore from the punishment, but also the fucking. Looking in the mirror on the way out she saw her backside was pink and bruised in places. She dressed herself leaving the ripped stockings on the professor's bed and made her way to the living room. The house looked different in the light of day. Caitlyn took a seat on the sofa and played back the evening's events for herself. At that moment she noticed an envelop on the coffee table with her name inscribed. She removed the note it contained and read:

Dear Ms. Logan,

First, I must say, very impressive! Of course it goes without saying that with such exceptional work you've surely earned yourself an A in my class. So, let me be the first to congratulate you! In all my years of teaching I've never had a student who's work I found quite so satisfying. Unfortunately, I had to be at a seminar early this morning and could not be here to congratulate you in person, although I'm sure our paths will cross once again. Oh and, Ms. Logan, I certainly hope that I haven't made a mistake trusting you alone in my house.

Caitlyn laughed and placed the note back on the table where she'd found it. At the other end of the table was the professor's pipe from the previous night. There was a book of matches next to it. She had a strong urge to smell the cherry tobacco once more before she abandoned his house. She clenched the stem of the pipe between her teeth and struck a match bringing the flame to the bit of tobacco that remained. She took several puffs creating a cloud of smoke around her. It looked like a rather expensive pipe. Very detailed. Possibly handmade. She noticed his monogram etched on one side: MSH. 

She left the professor's house taking care that the door was locked on her way out. As she made her way to her car she continued smoking the pipe. The smell brought her back to her childhood. Her grandfather had smoked the same pipe tobacco. She put the key in the ignition and cranked it until it turned over. She emptied the pipe into the ashtray, then tossed it on the passenger's seat and put the car in gear.



Caitlyn



'Sure?'

'Yes. You said we could do what we wanted to each other, and you were right.'

She closed her eyes and waited for Jade to react, missing the quick smile of triumph that flittered briefly over Jade's face as she positioned herself to kneel between Caitlyn's legs and reach forward. But then it hardly mattered, for even before she felt Jade's fingers touch her labia, pressing them apart so that she could gaze directly at her pussy, Caitlyn knew she had made the right decision. She wanted it so much, perhaps she always had, and now she just waited quietly with her eyes still closed, for whatever Jade wanted to do next.

She hadn't ever thought of Jade as being into girls, or herself either for that matter, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. Her only concern now was her immediate pleasure, although it did fleetingly occur to her to speculate if this was a one off or the first of many times together. She decided she probably hoped the latter.

She felt two of Jade's fingertips push between her labia, sliding down her slit before coming on the very edge of her entrance.

'Cat? How far...? 

Jade's question tailed away, the first sign of uncertainty she had shown, but Caitlyn knew what she was asking and she knew what her honest answer must be.

'As you want.' She finished, confirming what she had intimated only a few moments earlier.

Nothing more was said for nothing needed to be, both of them knew just what had been agreed. The fingers wriggled and pushed, and slid easily into Caitlyn's eager passage. 

'Oh Jade.' 

She looked down. Jade was crouching just in front of her, gazing almost studiously at her fingers from about twelve inches or so away as they slid in and out of her pussy. She hadn't realised quite how close Jade was, but she didn't mind, in fact it gave her quite a kick to be so intimately scrutinised. She liked the idea that Jade was watching what she was doing, actually seeing her fingers disappearing into her wet and open hole, knowing what effect she was having when she thrust and corkscrewed them in and out. It looked so good from her position to gaze down and watch Jade staring at her pussy while she played. 

Jade thrust hard and Caitlyn gasped from the sudden pleasure, her bottom lifting a little to answer Jade's fingers. She reached out and grasped her own ankles, concerned that her feet might slip from the seat. Jade glanced up, catching Caitlyn's eye and smiling cheerfully. Caitlyn returned the smile and for a few seconds they gazed into each other's eyes, silent messages passing between them. Now Caitlyn knew for sure that this was a new and exciting stage in their relationship. She let her head rest back and closed her eyes, holding on to her ankles, keeping her legs wide and letting Jade do as she wished. 

Jade's fingers played with her, teased her. Sometimes thrusting hard, deep and fast, sometimes gently and slowly, turning over as they entered or even just remaining deep inside her and twisting back and forth. Whatever Jade did Caitlyn enjoyed it, every single moment, and her promised third orgasm became a definite possibility. She just needed Jade to keep going a little longer.

'My god, Jade, that's wonderful, don't stop.' She pleaded.

But Jade did stop. Almost immediately she had said the magic words she felt Jade's fingers slide out of her wetness, leaving her suddenly bereft and confused. Then Jade's thumbs returned to her pussy, pressing her labia apart, holding her pussy as wide as it would go, and Caitlyn opened her eyes to see Jade staring straight into her gaping hole. She looked down, watching her friend gaze with increasing intensity as if trying to make a decision, and Caitlyn's heart hammered as she suddenly realised what it was.

The decision was made and even as Caitlyn watched, Jade lowered her face to her pussy and clamped her mouth over her rigid little clit. Caitlyn gasped with delight and arousal, and Jade's eyes shot up to look at her, asking....

'That's fantastic.' Caitlyn whispered.

She was telling the truth, but knowing at the same time that she was admitting enjoying oral sex from another woman. For some reason the admission didn't worry her, she felt no repugnance or distaste, or even dislike, for what was happening. All she knew was that someone she was fond of was licking and sucking her clit and creating the most delicious sensations. Jade clearly knew what she was doing, be it instinctively or otherwise, and Caitlyn didn't want to speculate on otherwise. And that was just as well as it was her own mother who had taught Jade to create those awesome sensations, sensations that, Caitlyn suddenly realised, were making her want to come again, and soon. 

Jade sucked Caitlyn's clit into her mouth, nipping it between her lip guarded teeth and flicked the tip with her tongue, trying it softly at first, then harder and aster as Caitlyn responded. Soon Caitlyn was thrusting gently and instinctively with her pelvis, unable to stop herself moving in response to each little surge of pleasure that Jade's tongue produced. She could feel her orgasm swelling, blossoming, ready to burst out, and so she closed her eyes and let it happen.

Oh God, Jade, I'm coming again.'

Jade nodded vigorously with her teeth clamped tightly over Caitlyn's button, and that movement was enough. Caitlyn tensed, every muscle going rigid as her climax arrived, her pelvis giving tight little jerks and twitches, her hands gripping tightly enough to leave marks on her own ankles and her face screwed tight and her mouth making a long keening wail as, just as before, waves of pure ecstasy rolled through her, spreading like ripples from the tip of Jade's tongue. Finally it ended and her feet slipped from the seat to the floor and she fell back in her seat, mouth sagging open, fighting for breath, her chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering her skin.

Jade sat back on her heels looking at Caitlyn with a beaming smile of success over her face, a face with the wetness of Caitlyn's pussy smeared all around the mouth and on the tip of the nose. Caitlyn smiled tiredly back, this time too spent to say anything except a whispered, gasped, thank you.

For a minute or so the two friends remained like that, Jade kneeling between Caitlyn's feet, each looking fondly at the other. Then Jade raised herself, leaned forward, took Caitlyn's face in her hands and kissed her full on the mouth.

The kiss caught Caitlyn completely by surprise, but the circumstances made it all right and she kissed Jade back, parting her lips and letting their tongues meet, her own scent in her nostrils and the trace of her own taste in her mouth. Her arms went around Jade's neck and pulled her close, feeling her friend's full breasts pressing against her own much smaller ones, hard nipples digging into soft flesh. Jade's body was against hers all the way down with her slender, boyish hips keeping her own legs wide apart, reminding her of what they were doing. It was wrong, but it was so right, and when Jade finally started to pull away she didn't want to let go.

Jade didn't pull away far. She put her hands of Caitlyn's shoulders and pushed herself up just enough for them to look into each other's eyes, each searching for signs of regret on the part of the other, and finding none. 

'All right?' Jade asked, her expression one of triumphant excitement tinged with a trace of anxiety.

Caitlyn nodded, smiling to herself at Jade's concern. How could it not be all right when she had just been made to come with the most explosive, all consuming climax she had ever experienced. The fact that it had been generated by another girl only added to the thrill. She knew what was expected of her now, even if it was unspoken. So far the pleasure had all been one way, and it was time to alter that. She and Jade were going to have to change places, and the idea was much more appealing than she could ever have expected. She reached up, pulling Jade's mouth back to her own for a quick kiss before holding her at arms length again.

'Very all right.' She confirmed. 'Now get up a minute.'

Jade scrambled to her feet looking puzzled, and Caitlyn gazed up silently for a minute at her slim friend as she towered over her. Then she pointed to the seat alongside her, indicating that Jade should sit down.

'It's my turn.' She told Jade, feeling a frisson of excitement at having committed herself. 'Open wide.'

Jade smiled broadly and dropped into the seat without hesitation, almost pushing Caitlyn onto the floor so that she could spread herself into the same position, long slim legs folding themselves into place. Caitlyn scuttled around to kneel before Jade, just as she had done herself, put her hands on Jade's thighs as if to hold them back and stared at her pussy, wondering where to begin.

To her eyes Jade's pussy was beautiful, especially shaved smooth so that every fold, every mound and dale, every little corner was on full display. It was a neat pussy, that was the only way to describe it, she decided. With smallish labia lying firm and open to reveal a pink clitoris peeking out from its hood as if peering down at the shiny wet slit. Her entrance was gaping wide and inviting with arousal, slick and slippery where a tiny rivulet of her lubrication was trickling from her and vanishing down her crack. 

Caitlyn wanted to possess it, all of it, to kiss it, touch it, play with it, penetrate it, and to make Jade come, above all to make her come. She gazed at it, wondering in her inexperienced naivety which to do first. The urge to play with a girl had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that she hadn't even fantasies to guide her. She realised now that she had been led to it by Jade, but she didn't mind, perhaps it the need had always been there lurking in the depth of her brain anyway, and now that it had been brought out she wanted to make the most of it and to enjoy it to the full, and that meant doing it properly. Her heartbeat sped up again and her breathing became deeper.

'What would you like?' She whispered without taking her eyes away from that lovely shining opening before her.

'Anything.' Jade answered, her voice urgent. 'Everything.'

It didn't help, but at least she had permission to make mistakes. She leaned forward, pressing Jade's legs wider by doing so, and placed her mouth gently over Jade's entrance and put out her tongue, prodding tentatively between Jade's labia. She heard Jade gasp excitedly and smiled softly into her friend's wet and welcoming slit.

It tasted good, so good, and so much nicer than it should, and she let her tongue push into her vagina, investigating and exploring as far as she could reach. She ran her tongue around the walls of her tunnel, licking the inside before beginning short sharp thrusts of her tongue, probing as deep as possible, pushing her mouth hard against Jade's pussy. She felt Jade's hands close over the top of her head, encouraging her, gently pressing her down and wriggling a little beneath her as if to force her in. She had never gone down on a girl before, but she could instantly understand why so many people, men and women, found it so thrilling. She moaned softly into the soft wet pussy and licked it more firmly, feeling Jade's pelvis coming up to meet her tongue.

She tried to thrust her tongue even deeper into Jade, wanting to do it faster and harder, but she wasn't used to such actions and her tongue very quickly became tired, aching at the root and spoiling her own pleasure. She didn't want to stop, but she had no choice, she just couldn't keep going. Reluctantly she pulled away, dislodging Jade's hands, feeling cool air on the wetness spread around her mouth and looking at Jade's pussy once again, enjoying the sight of her tunnel pulsing with arousal and knowing it was because of what she had been doing.

'Don't stop. That's beautiful.'

'Wait a minute.'

'Oh god.' Jade groaned with frustration.

Looking for some way to continue, Caitlyn reached out, parting Jade's pussy lips with two fingers, gazed at her hard little clit for a few seconds and then lowered her mouth to it before taking her hand away again. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew what she liked her boyfriend to do, and so she covered her teeth with her lips, sucked the little nub in between them and nibbled on it very gently, gradually increasing the pressure until it felt right to her. Jade gasped with pleasure and pulled her legs further back, instinctively giving Caitlyn complete access.

'Oh Cat, that's fucking fantastic.'

Jade's language surprised Caitlyn, but somehow it turned her on at the same time. She reached back with her hand, insinuating it under her chin to find Jade's hole and the wriggling her finger deep inside her passage. Then she pushed steadily in and out, nibbling on Jade's clit in time to the thrusts, and now using her rested tongue to prod and lick at the tip.

'Oh Fuck, that's gonna do it.'

Caitlyn squeezed Jade's thigh with her spare hand in acknowledgement and fingered her harder, pushing a second finger alongside the first. She felt Jade's fingers entwine themselves once again into her hair and push her face onto her wet pussy.

'I'm coming.' 

Jade's pelvis began to move, jerking and twitching, pulling her clit from between Caitlyn's lips. But it didn't seem to matter, because Jade held onto Caitlyn's hair, forcing her face hard into her pussy and effectively rubbing herself off on Caitlyn's mouth. Caitlyn let it happen; ramming her fingers in and out at the same time and feeling a surge of adrenalin fuelled excitement at being able to bring Jade off in this way. 

When it was finally over and Jade's orgasm had run its course they were both panting for breath, but for different reasons. Jade looked at her friend and grinned.

'I'm sorry, Cat.' She giggled self consciously, looking at the wetness smeared all over Caitlyn's face. 'I couldn't help it.'

Caitlyn shook her head. 'Don't be sorry, it was wonderful.'

She held out her hands and when Jade took them she leaned back, pulling Jade from the sofa onto the floor and then into her arms so that the two lay together side by side, smiling into each other's faces.

'You know.' Jade mused. 'If my mother hadn't walked in on us before; I don't think this would ever have happened.'

'Oh, I think it would. It just might have taken longer, that's all.'