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Ugly Duckling (Ribbons) Ch. 02

By: Lisa Summers



UGLY DUCKLING  Part 2. "Kisses"

I hope that you will read Part 1, "Ribbons," before reading the rest of my story. It will help you to understand both Kira and I better.

I woke up, about 6 o'clock the next morning, in Kira's bed, naked, and with a naked Kira laying partially on me. Her head was lying across my breasts, her soft pink lips inches away from one of my erect nipples, her lovely long blonde hair, with the pastel ribbons from the night before still intertwined in her tresses. I tried not to move, as I didn't want to awaken my sleeping beauty before she'd gotten her full rest.

The events of the night before came back to me.

Kira, my roommate, and also beautiful, a sophomore, cheerleader, Homecoming Court Princess, and now my lover, and I, Rachel, a quiet little freshman, had made frantic, and completely unexpected, love last night after she returned from the Homecoming Dance, and things kind of snowballed. Kira was just 5' 0" tall, 110 pounds, with medium-blonde hair that was almost always tied back in a perky ponytail, though not now. Her cute snub nose, even white teeth, a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose, sparkling blue eyes, long, graceful neck, shapely 34 B breasts, with the loveliest small pink nipples, a flat stomach, nicely rounded hips and full butt, a moderate thatch of curly blonde hairs in a natural v-shape at her pussy, slim thighs and calves, and pretty, smooth feet, were just bonuses to her sweet and friendly nature.

Of course, I hadn't noticed all of that in one swell foop, but only after several weeks of sneaking peeks at her, and just being with her. I thought she was the loveliest girl I'd ever met, both inside and out, and what she was doing with a mousy, homely thing like me confused me - I hoped that she might communicate her reasons to me later. Now, while I might be homely, I did at least have an attractive body, though I guess that's an empty boast since, up until Kira, no one had actually been "attracted" to it.

At 5'8" I thought that I was pretty gangly, and at 145 pounds somewhat plump. My hair was at least acceptable, a long and silky dark brown. My breasts were 34 B, not the biggest, but noticeable, and my bottom was pretty attractive, full and round, though I never dressed to complement it. My face wasn't exactly ugly, but not pretty, just homely. My eyes were too far apart, my nose too big, and my teeth uneven, practically snaggle-toothed. I had a decent little thatch of brown hair in the vee above my own slit, but, needless to say, I was pretty much the only one who'd ever seen it.

Kira and I had shared the ecstasy of rubbing our bodies together last night, and especially our sensitive clits, and nipples, and our passionate kisses were, to me, like heaven on earth. I guess we'd fallen asleep shortly after we achieved orgasm, her petite naked body on top of mine, our cunt juices running together as we dozed off. And now here she was, the next morning, still with me.

Kira stirred, and her head rose up, her face next to mine, her eyes slowly opening. "Ohh, Rachel, I had the most wonderful dream. I dreamt that you and I were curled up in each other's arms all night, kissing and cuddling, and making love." She smiled a sleepy smile at me, and said, "and now I wake up to find that it was true."

She leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine, and kissed me, softly at first, our lips barely touching, then more passionately, pressing her lips hard against mine, as she awoke further, and as our passionate fire of the night before rekindled from its embers of sleep. Kira's hands slowly roved over my upper body, softly caressing my full breasts, and lightly tweaking and pinching my sensitive brown nipples. As she further inflamed me, Kira's tongue insinuated itself into my willing and eager mouth, darting between my lips, and battling with my own at first timid tongue.

In return, I brought my fingers alongside Kira's warm, round breasts, and stroked the outsides in a downwards direction, echoing the way she'd begun massaging my back the night before. "Umm," Kira cooed into my mouth, a contented sound. Pulling her lips away from mine momentarily, she whispered, "More." I trapped one of her sweet pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and lightly squeezed her hard nub.

"Ooh!" she yelped, "yesssss." Seeing that things were well in hand, she returned her plump, pink lips to mine, and resumed our passionate early morning kiss. My other hand slipped along her side, stroking her firm, smooth midriff, down to her full, feminine hips. I tried to slip my hand under her to get nearer to her hot, wet pussy. I had felt her damp slit on my back, and fucking into my own moist slit, last night, but now I wanted to explore her in a different way. 

Kira lifted up her hips, to allow my hand complete access to her crotch, and I slid my hand under her, feeling the increased warmth there as I got closer to her teenage vagina. I felt the soft, curly blonde hair that topped her clit and pink slit. It was damp, whether residue from our joint passion of the night before, or a new moisture just beginning, I didn't know. I slowly ran my fingers through that tangled rain forest, until I felt the slight swelling of the hood over her pink clitoris. I lightly ran my fingertip over it, and Kira's groans and hip movements, told me that her clit was already beginning to swell with lust, and was only partially covered now by its natural protection.

I skipped over her slippery clit after even so lightly arousing her, then brought my index finger down on the outer edges of her labia. Her wetness and slickness were very apparent there, and it was clear that Kira was lubricating now from her present aroused state. The thought that I could cause this beautiful woman to become sexually aroused, in turn aroused me, and I could feel my juices, flowing lightly before, begin pouring out of my own pussy.

Meanwhile, I circled my finger around and around Kira's pink cunt lips, making sure to coat more and more of it with her lubricant, then, curled it over her now prominent clitoris and down directly into her slit, as I had done with my own very wet slit while masturbating. I drove my finger in deep, past Kira's soft, yielding, but tight, feminine tissues, and her hole seemed as though it would just barely be able to take the width of my finger.

"Ohhhhh," Kira moaned. "God! YES!! Fuck me!! Put your finger deeeep inside me, baby, I want you inside me!!!!"

On a physical level, I suppose that the inside of Kira's pussy felt exactly the same as my own, but there was no comparison between the emotional feel of my finger being deep inside her wet slit, and that of being inside my own. More than the reactions throughout her body that were unfamiliar to me, such as the movement of her hips around my finger, her purring as she lay impaled, her throat noises, and her own hands responding to my attack by attacking my own pussy in turn, were the emotional bombshells going off inside my head, of knowing that I was intimately involved with the beautiful woman I had admired for months now.

I felt empowered by the overwhelming sensation, and determined now to take the initiative in pleasing my awesome, feminine lover. I slid my finger in and out, faster, and Kira responded by increasing the movements of her hips against me, her mouth more frantic against mine, and her own small hand locating the center of my eros, plunging her finger inside my dripping slit, while her thumb rubbed against my own erect clit. I nearly jumped from the pleasure shooting straight through my clit, then diffusing throughout my body in a red hot glow.

We both lost any vestige of calm we might have awakened with, and were soon rutting into each other as passionately as we had the night before. I joined two fingers together to thrust inside Kira's tight, hot hole, and she whimpered with pain and pleasure as the "too much, too much," became "more, more." She, too, brought two fingers inside me, and at the intrusion of a second finger, combined with her thumb, so knowledgeable of my clit's needs, I came, explosively, my mind blanking out as stars filled my sight, and my hips shook uncontrollably.

Quite aware of my orgasm, Kira growled in her throat, as she let herself cum, her even, white teeth biting gently on my full lower lip and her hips pressed against my palm, her cunt muscles squeezing my fingers deep inside her femininity. I could feel her sweet juices running out onto the rest of my hand, as I'm sure my own did onto hers. Kira rested herself on me as we came down from our erotic high, and then, lifting her head up, and looking deeply into my eyes, said, "Good morning, lover."

I smiled back at her with a grin that I thought would split my face in half. I never dreamed that I would have the pleasure of giving pleasure to another, nor that she would wish to do the same for me. "I never dreamed...." I began, then stopped, not sure of what was the right thing to say.

"Never dreamed what, Rachel?" Kira asked with a smile.

I paused. "Never dreamed that I would know someone as wonderful as you, never dreamed that you would ever want to be with me, never dreamed that a dream could come true....and that's just for starters. Honestly, Kira, you're the most beautiful, wonderful person I've ever met. I don't know why you've blessed me as you have, last night and ....now."

As kindly as she could, Kira said, "I sensed when I met you, that you had an inner beauty that you'd never allowed to surface on your outside, and I was curious how that could be. The more I knew about you, how kind and wonderful, and, and, beautiful you are, and then all of the cruel things that were done to you, yet you stayed beautiful inside, I knew I had to get closer to you. I didn't know I'd fall in love with you, but I did. Last night, and just now were everything I've dreamt of all my life. I know it's unexpected..."

"Oh Kira, sweet Kira, I've loved you, too! You're everything perfect to me, and you've brought me to heights I never even knew existed. But I'm not beautiful like you, I don't have your personality, HOW can you be attracted to me?"

"Rachel, you've never been allowed to express your inner beauty. Your mother worked to destroy you, yet you flourished as a person. And as for your looks, you haven't seen yourself as I have, and I don't mean as just your lover. You've been seeing yourself through your mother's warped eyes, so naturally you saw no point in expressing yourself. Please trust me to help you express your total beauty - I think you'll be very surprised." Kira gave me such a winning smile, and there was such a look of hope in her clear blue eyes, that I just nodded back, in spite of my misgivings. After all, 'you can't shine shit,' I thought. Then it occurred to me that that was my mother's warped thinking, and it didn't have to be mine.

"Okay," I said decisively, "I'm in your hands." Kira grinned at me, and said, "Then I want breakfast, right now!" 

I started to rise up, and Kira pushed me back down. "No need to leave, I'll have breakfast in bed." Kira began crawling backwards down the bed until she got to my feet. She lifted up my right leg and spread it wider, exposing my little pink slit a little more. I giggled and said, "WHAT are you doing?"

Kira made a silent 'shooshing' noise with her finger, then lifted up my left leg and moved it to the other side. I lay there spread-eagled for her, my virginal pussy now fully exposed to her view, and she was staring avidly at my slit, or my clit, or my pubic hair, or I don't know what. I giggled nervously again, "Kira....." I said. She didn't say anything at all, but leaned forward on her knees, closer to me now.

"Rachel, I think that lovemaking encompasses all the senses, don't you? Last night, did you find yourself being confused about what you were touching, or which of us was making a particular noise, or the smells that you smelled, or experience a new taste on your tongue?" Kira asked, as she gently stroked the insides of my legs, this time upwards, towards my pussy. I hadn't thought about such things before, but it occurred to me that, aside from, underlying the ecstasy that I'd felt with Kira last night, there were many sensations which didn't come under that heading, but which I had nonetheless experienced for the first time. Certainly Kira's finger inside my bottom fit that definition, as had the mixed fragrance of Kira's body splash and her pussy juices. They both contributed to my pleasure, though they also were sensations I'd never experienced before.

"Umm, yeah. Last night, and this morning I DID experience new smells, and feelings. Why?"

"Did you enjoy them?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. Very much." I blushed.

"Then just stay open to new things, okay sweetheart? Concentrate on each new sensation, and try to enjoy it to the fullest, without worrying about anything else outside of you and I. And remember, I love you." Kira smiled at me, so warmly, and I smiled back.

"I trust you, Kira," I said, and closed my eyes. I felt Kira's body moving against me, as she crawled up my body, her fingers still stroking the sensitive inner skin of my thighs, closer now to my pussy, which was producing an excess of lubrication. Her finger traced over my left thigh, then to the crease where my thigh joined my pudendum, the left crease of my "vee." Her slim finger then slowly traced up the left side of my labia, alongside my leaking slit, and slowly, oh, so slowly, up to my clit, partially swollen again as Kira filled my senses. Her finger circled around the tiny knob of my clit, around and around, so close that my sensitive nerve endings there could feel the effects of her passage without her actually touching it, like waves from a passing boat lapping against a buoy.

My clit felt super sensitive, aware that at any moment she might make contact with it, touch it, stroke it. Desiring that contact, knowing that just that one touch would make me cum, yet dreading it, knowing that such a long-anticipated touch might make me jump out of my skin with its overwhelming ecstasy. To my relief/disappointment, her finger instead traveled down my pussy lips on the right side side, covering her finger in even more of my copious flow, then lightly down the right crease of my vee.

Her finger left me then, and I was left with only the contact of my body on the mattress. I couldn't feel Kira's presence other than a sensed, not felt, motion of air above my body. Suddenly I felt a slim fingertip, wet with fluid, painting the smooth skin of my upper lip, below my nose, from one side to another, like a moustache. A pungent aroma of feminine musk invaded my nostrils, then my pussy, as the unexpected fragrance traveled directly from my nose, to my pussy, from which it had originated.

Before last night, I'd never dreamt that a woman's smell could have such a dramatic effect on another person, much less me. I came, then, my thighs shaking with pleasure from the smell of my own pussy, and from Kira's merciless teasing of my defenseless clitoris and cunt. A small groan escaped me, "God." I heard a light giggle, and felt the bed shake infinitesimally, almost unnoticeably. 

Again, no sound or movement that I could detect, though I strained. Then, a warm, light breeze, no, a breath, a woman's sweet breath, on the curly brown hairs surrounding my gushing pussy, like a furry cap. Then, something brushing against those hairs, a lapping, Kira's tongue (?)

Pressing harder and deeper through the tangled thicket, a touch of warm, wet on the skin above my clit, a light growl, as that of a cat finding a bowl of its (her) favorite milk. A light pressure of fingers under my knees, urging my legs up. I complied, sliding my legs up until my feet were flat on the bed. Even more urging, my legs up in the air, my knees now drawn to my breasts, my hands under them to hold them suspended in mid air.

Kira's finger again, still wet, retracing its path up the left crease in the vee of my crotch. Touching also my inner thigh, and labia on that side simultaneously with her other fingers.....no. Not fingers, her tongue, not her finger. Oh God, her warm, wet tongue, tickling its way up the crease of my vee, her downy cheeks touching my thigh and labia......ecstasy, her sweet, adorable mouth inches away from my yearning...so much sensation overwhelming me. My breathing shallow and rapid, my fluid running in rivulets to my ass.

Kira's finger (?) tongue (?) on my labia, slowly tracing upward from the rear, upwards to my clit....again, no! Kira's adorable nose (!), as she breathes in my scent, then expels her warm breath on my vaginal lips, then her tongue (?) yes, tongue (!) lapping at my prominent, puffy lips. Her giggle.....her tongue again, harder now, pressing hard on my pussy lips, upward...there now, her pointed tongue circling my wary clit now like Indians racing their paint ponies around circled covered wagons. I giggle at the thought, and shudder with the fullness of pleasure Kira gives me.

Warm flesh gently covers my clitoris, exposed and vulnerable....Kira's finger (?) tongue (?) lips (!) gently fastening on my prominent excitement made flesh, sucking it into her mouth....oh god, Kira my love, eat me, consume me, take me inside you keep me safe there forever!

More aggressive now, gentleness forgotten, Kira savages my clit with her full lips, stabs my pink vaginal slit with her stiffened tongue, laps at my life fluids as they run out of my torn essence. I lay a dying animal as the lioness feeds on me, paralyzed now, she takes what she wants from me. Sensations flare sporadically through my dying brain....a slim finger intruding where it had last night, deep inside my helpless, tight ass hole, 2 fingers now, fucking, fucking, fucking my anus with her joined fingers, her tongue lapping at, licking my pussy, my clit.

Cums cumming cum throughout me, meaningless flashes of light, aromas of feminine lust, her hands pressing my legs back further, her tongue lapping now at my ass hole, explosions of light and warmth. Cuddling now in her arms, my body supine, she holds me, she kisses me, our lips joined, I smell more closely now my intimate smells from her mouth and face. She nuzzles me, a mother cat with her kitten, and I sleep.

Ugly Duckling (Ribbons) Ch. 03



Chapter 3. "Anniversary"

My relationship with Kira, my roommate, was something of a whirlwind to me. Picture a freshman girl, at a university halfway across the country from the familiar surroundings of her hometown. Layer on top of that an insane upbringing that had convinced the girl that she was rather worthless and ugly. Finally, throw in her near-instant attraction to her sophomore roommate, a superbly beautiful campus studette, and the studette's sexual and highly erotic response to the girl. I was the girl, and Kira, the studette, easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen or known, a petite blonde with perfect features and a nicely toned body. Just making friends would have been a big step for me - acquiring a lover was in many respects beyond my ability to easily assimilate into my emotions.

Particularly a lover like Kira.

If you read Parts 1 and 2, you have some sense of how we began, but our physical relationship moved far beyond that, before the telling of this part. For example, after several weeks of extremely discreet dating outside of our room, but intense lovemaking inside our dorm room, we celebrated our 4 weeks together as lovers.

Although Kira was only 19, and I was only 18, both of us living on the campus of a religious university in California, we smuggled in some champagne to mark the occasion, and put it in the fridge to cool down while we went out to dinner, the bottle barely fitting inside the brown plastic dorm room refrigerator. The two of us went to Madigan's, a local white table cloth restaurant in town, and had a lovely meal of steamed snow pea pods, chicken crepes in a creamy tarragon sauce, diet cokes and shared a creme brulee for dessert. Throughout the meal, we played footsy, modestly - LOL, with each other, under the table. The cloth hid our slight intimacy.

We walked back to the dorm, unfortunately not hand in hand, as we would have liked, but took the opportunities to "bump" into each other numerous times on the way back. Seriously, we must have looked as though we were drunk! Of course, we hadn't come out to anyone. I doubt we would have been allowed to stay if we had, as it was a very conservative school.

When we got into the elevator at the dorm, we were alone, and ready to jump out of our skin, we were so hot for each other, and the night had been so utterly romantic. I pressed the button for 5, and when the slow-moving door of the elevator finally closed, I wrapped my arms around Kira, and kissed her hard, my tongue deep inside her mouth, my hands on her breasts and sweet ass. She responded with ardor, and we were just barely able to separate in time, when the door opened unexpectedly on the 4th floor. A junior girl, a redhead, Cheryl Sweet I think, got on and looked at us oddly, but didn't say anything. Of course, our entire dorm was female, as the school did not believe in the sexes living together outside of marriage. We were pretty clear on how it felt about lesbian students ....

The elevator continued to the 5th floor, and we got off, giggling. We walked down the hall to our room, "C," and Kira searched for her keys. I had shown previously that I couldn't be trusted with room keys, and unfortunately I was still a scatterbrain on that issue. Kira unlocked the door, and entered before me, and as I entered, she grabbed me and, closing the door behind me, pushed me up against it, with my back to the door. She kissed me hard, my head pressing against the heavy wooden door, and she began unbuttoning my blouse and simultaneously unbuttoning the button at my skirt. 

In quick order, she had my blouse open, my satin bra now exposed, and nuzzled her face in my cleavage, such as it was, kissing and licking the creamy skin between my breasts. Her other hand was slower at mastering the intricacies of a woman's skirt, but she finally loosened it so that it slowly slid down my legs to lie in a puddle of plaid wool on the floor. Shockingly, my conversion to something other than the old Rachel Jones had begun about 3 weeks before, under Kira's tutelage. Daringly, Kira and I had visited the Victoria's Secret at the Palisades Regional Mall, and I had bought some attractive, and feminine underwear, particularly bras and panties. Some were comfortable and pretty, others were frankly uncomfortable but very pretty, and tonight I was wearing the latter for Kira.

Kira's questing hand slid over my thong panties, satiny and white, and, giggling, I confessed that the floss in the back had gone up the crack of my ass - would she like to remove it? She growled, and slid her slim hand inside one of the leg holes of the panties, cupping my cheek from my thigh up to my waist with her fingers in the damp hot crevice between my buttocks, and moving it upward, pulling the slight bit of fabric out of the crevice. 

Then she ran her fingertips back down, with the nails lightly scraping the crease and the puckered furrow there, saying, "There. Did I get it all out, baby?"

"Oh yes," I moaned. I so loved to feel her gentle touch at my ass. I remembered it so vividly from the first time we'd made love, and my bottom responded enthusiastically to her touch. Kira brought her lips back to mine and, gently now, applied her soft, full pink lips to mine, and breathed in and out through my mouth, something I found intensely erotic and stimulating.

I broke our kiss apart, briefly. I said, coquettishly, "Oh Kira, you're making me so wet! I'll ruin these panties." Kira responded by bringing both her hands to the waistband of the thong, and slowly pulling it down over my full hips, over the round swelling of my ass, and revealing the first stray wisps of brown hair between my legs, then the fuller bush, the nearly invisible pearl of my clitoris, then, finally the wetly prominent slit. When the smooth fabric of my panties gathered at the top of my thighs, just under my butt, Kira left it there, patting it lightly to make sure it slipped down no further. Kira had done that to me the first night we made love - I don't know why, but I found it so hot when she left me half-naked, instead of completely naked.

She cupped my pussy in the palm of her right hand, and said, "It doesn't feel so wet to me. Hot, yes. Hairy, yes. Wet, not so much. I'd better check deeper....." she inserted her middle finger between my cunt lips, and briefly gathered some of my cream there on her fingertip to properly lubricate it, then thrust her slim, long digit deeply inside my hot hole, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Then she ground the heel of her hand against my clit, stimulating me further. "Umm, baby, you're SO hot, and tight, and wet inside your tiny pussy! You make my mouth water! Would you like me to DO something about your poor little pussy, baby?"

I nodded my head yes.

"You'll have to tell me, honey, I can't see that far. Tell me what you want," Kira whispered.

"I want your .... finger...to be inside me...." I said hesitatingly.

"And?" Kira said.

"I want you to ....fuck me with your finger......" I said, hesitatingly.

"Yeah? HOW do you want me to fuck you with my finger?" Kira said.

"I want you to fuck me .... hard.....and fast, with your finger. I want you to .... fuck me .....over and over and over .... deep....inside my hot, and wet, and SO tight, pussy. Please fuck me, I want it SO bad!" I whispered the lewd words I never thought I'd ever be saying, but which were easy with a lover like Kira. 

"What else do you want, baby?" Kira asked, her tongue licking inside my ear now. My knees nearly buckled at the sensations shooting through my pussy and head.

"Uh, I really would like to feel your .... uh, tongue, there," I said.

"My tongue, really, where?" Kira inquired, while kissing the corner of my mouth.

"Uh, in my .... pussy. Your tongue. In my pussy," I said, smoothly.

"And what do you want my tongue to do .... down there?" Kira giggled.

"I want you to eat me. I want you to fuckin' EAT ME!" I gasped out. I knew that Kira loved to hear me be lewd, and I secretly enjoyed it, too. 

Kira smiled. "You mean, you want me to lick your pussy, to kiss every inch of your pretty little hole?"

"Yes," I said.

"To lick up your hot cum as it drips from your pussy, and flick my tongue over your hard little pink clitty?" she said, grinning.

"Oh God, yes!" I said, my knees weak.

"To bite your pussy lips, lick inside your slick hot slit, nibble at your sensitive button?" 

"Yeah," I grunted, my juices running over her strong hand now.

"To lick your tight, hot, dirty little ass hole with my pink tongue, then kiss your sweet lips so that you can taste all your hot juices?" she teased.

"Oh God, Kira, stop! Eat my hot cunt, bitch!! Lick my hole!!" I was getting dizzy with lust. Kira wasted no more time in foreplay, but got down on her knees in front of my, my shoulders pressed against the solid wooden door, my hips pushed out to make myself as accessible as possible to her hot mouth. Kira put her fingers on my partially rolled down panties, and guided them the rest of the way to the floor, my lower half completely naked now. 

Kira brought her nose close to my vagina and bush, and, inhaling deeply, said, "Umm, God Rachel, your pussy smells so great! I love eating your hot cunt, it is SO fucking delicious!" She began lapping directly at my wet slit, and I could feel her licking along my labia on both sides, and deep inside my hot pussy, and occasionally around the prominent nubbin of my sensitive clit. Her hands began by holding on to my hips, holding me steady, but she gradually moved them around my rear so that she was holding my round ass globes, squeezing and pinching them.

"Ahh, that's nice Kira, I love it when you lick my pussy so deep, I love feeling you inside me, your tongue so rough on my sensitive little twat, ohh, do be careful, don't be rough, baby! And please don't fuck my tight little ass hole with your long, thick finger, that would be SO scarey and hurt and - AH! YEAH!! DO my little ass, fuck me!! Oh God, YES!!! Your tongue is deep inside my hole, fucking me, while you lick up all my cum!! FUCK, I'm such a slut for you!! Make me be dirty with you, baby, please make me your slut!!!"

I knew the dialogue would please her, and me, too, and from her gasping as she alternated burying her face in my wet crotch, and breathing, I knew she was getting very excited. So, I thought I'd talk about something new for us both.

"Ohh baby, PLEASE eat me hard and fast now, so I can cum all over your face! And baby, I want to lick your hot cunt, too! I want your hot pussy on my mouth, more than anything I've ever wanted before!" I hadn't yet worked up the courage to eat Kira's pussy, though I had tasted her cum on both our fingers several times, and I didn't think it was fair to just let her eat me all the time, though God knows we both enjoyed it. But I wanted to be an equal in our relationship, plus I knew I'd missed a lot in life, and I wanted to start making up for it.

Kira's finger sank deep inside my ass hole, while her teeth nipped lightly at my clit. My hips jerked madly, and I nearly blacked out from a wave of pleasure washing over me. I grabbed onto Kira's blonde hair, and hung on for dear life, while she fucked my rosy red ass with her finger, and my pink cunt with her long tongue. I shook for nearly a minute, then slid down onto the floor next to her. I took her head between her hands, and kissed her wet, flushed face, that smelled so strongly of my aroused pussy.

Kira now took a more subservient role in our lovemaking, sensing that it was time for role reversal. "What do you want me to do, baby?" she said, not in the mocking, teasing way she had spoken just before, but now in a little girl voice, letting herself be dominated.

"In bed, in bed," I said, getting up on shaky knees, and holding her arm to get up with me. We held hands now, and walked to my bed, and I positioned her, with her back to the bed. I stripped her, slowly and teasingly, tracing my fingers lightly over bare parts of her skin as they were revealed. Tactile sensations were a big part of our physical relationship, along with the delicious tastes, and aromas, we brought to each other. As I unbuttoned, and removed her blouse, leaving her with just her black lace bra on top, I lightly, but briefly ran my fingertips across her tanned flesh before reaching around her to unbutton her bra.

"There, that's nice," I said with satisfaction, as I stepped back from her with her bra in my hands, her breasts full and blushed, her pink nipples perky and upright. I tossed the small piece of fabric onto the desk, then unsnapped her linen skirt, and unwrapped it to pull it down off her full hips. "My gosh, Kira!" I exclaimed, when I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. "When did you do that? We got dressed together, and I SAW you put on your lace bikini panties."

"When I was in the toilet stall, in the bathroom at the restaurant, I took them off after I peed, and fingered myself a little, then put them in my purse," she said. "It made me horny." I thought she had been "touchier" than usual around that time, and I was delighted.

"That was bad, Kira. You'll have to be punished," I said, completely impromptu - I had never taken any kind of dominant position in our relationship, but she seemed to like it.

"Yes, I WAS bad," she agreed. I took her hand so that she could step out of the skirt now on the floor. I approached my nude Kira, and grabbed her full, round ass cheeks with both hands, and squeezed a little harder than I might have otherwise. Kira yelped.

"Turn around, bitch," I said, threateningly. Kira turned around, meekly, her round ass cheeks jiggling with her movement. I pressed myself against her naked ass and back, and nipped at her left ear lobe, then slapped her right ass cheek moderately hard, leaving a red hand mark on her lovely bottom. "That's for not telling me that your wet little slit was so close, and bare for me," I teased. "Now, turn around again," I said, positioning her so that her back faced the bed again.

"Sit," I said. She did, obediently, her eyes never leaving my face. I had her sit so that her thighs were halfway on, halfway off, the edge of the bed. "Now, lie back, slut," I commanded. She lay back, her back and ass flat on the bed, her feet flat on the floor. I put my hands under her knee, and she immediately lifted them both up to her chest, treating me to the most delightful sight I'd ever seen, a woman's pussy, lightly dusted with blonde hair, fully and lasciviously exposed to my view, and clearly wet and aroused, with puffy red vaginal lips and swollen clit, partially out from under its tiny hood. I even got a quick peek at her puckered pink nether hole below, so tightly closed, and compelling.

I leaned forward and sniffed, inhaling her fragrance. I had only gotten the smell and taste of Kira second-hand previously, from my, or her fingers after they'd been inside her. She had licked my pussy to distraction, but I had not reciprocated orally, and I meant to make up for that tonight. Her pussy smelt heavenly, fresh, musky and lightly fragranced over her natural musk with a touch of cologne. I stuck my nose amid the tangles of her pubic bush, the curly hairs already matted slightly and sticking together due to her excessive lubrication during the evening. I reached out with my tongue to lightly pull some of her hair into my mouth, then took it between my teeth, and gently tugged.

The pulling at her crotch skin was a new sensation, as Kira moaned, "Oh, baby, baby, that feels nice! It feels like you're pinching my little pussy. It feels delicious, hurt me....." Kira was showing a slight fondness for gentle hurting while fucking, something I decided to keep in mind for the future. I extended my tongue, and scraped it around the pearl of Kira's pink clit, making her shiver. "Yes, Rachel, yes!" she hissed, urging me on. "Please lick my clit, honey, please," she begged.

I licked down along her puffy labia, and up the other side, accumulating her leaking liquids on my tongue from her pussy, then circled around her clit again several times. I stopped to taste her, and decided that Kira's honey was sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted, and that I wanted more of her. "Baby, your wet pussy is dripping your sweet honey onto my waiting tongue. It tastes SO delicious, I want to lick your tight hole all night long, while you cum, and cum, and cum. Would you like that too?" Kira grunted, and I took that for a 'yes.'

I brought my finger up to trace along her labia, while my tongue concentrated on her swollen nub, tickling and teasing her tiny pink clit, while doing the same to her pussy. Taking my mouth from her clit momentarily I asked, "Would you like to feel me inside you?" Kira moaned, and again I though I might be on the right track. I was thrilled with the way things were going, here in my first time orally pleasing a woman. 

After returning my lips now, to cover and squeeze her swollen clit, I quickly slid my finger inside her pussy, gently fucking her with it, in and out. Kira's breathing turned shallow and rapid, as she quickly rose to her orgasm. As she came, her hips jerked under my mouth, her vaginal muscles tightening and loosening on my finger. I let her come down from her high, and began again, lightly this time, as she would most likely be very sensitive.

I slid my finger out, and took my mouth off her clit, then began blowing lightly into her pubic hair, and over her clit. Kira said, "That's nice, Rachel, just nice....just the right touch." I was pleased that she was happy with me. I blew on her in those areas for about a minute, then tried lightly touching the insides of her thighs, and the undersides of her butt cheeks, as her legs were still up in the air. She jerked a little bit, and giggled, "I'm VERY ticklish there," she said.

"Okay, you can put your legs down, honey," I said. Kira let go of her legs, as they slipped down, her feet landing flat on the floor again. In this position, Kira was quite beautiful, as I could see her magnificent pussy, her flat stomach, her wonderful breasts, and her amazing, heartbreakingly beautiful face, all at once, but let's face it, it's a poor position to gain complete access to her pussy and ass. And now I wanted to tease her sweet ass, as she had teased mine.

I stood up and removed my blouse, and bra, then lay down next to my sweetheart, kissing her full lips, and lightly cupping her breasts and stroking her nipples. "That was wonderful, baby," she said, looking into my eyes with love.

"Oh, I'm not finished," I said with a grin, "I just got up here to tell you to turn over." Kira looked quizzically into my eyes. 

"What are you gonna do...." she said, a slight smile on her face.

"Never you mind, just get that beautiful ass up in the air, cunt!" I said. Kira groaned, then sat up, and turned around and got up on the edge of the bed on her hands and knees, her ankles and feet hanging over the edge, her sweet ass poised for whatever I might wish to do to it. Believe it or not, this was the first time I had ever seen her in this completely submissive position, and I creamed at the sight. Really! I came, just looking at her like that!

Kira looked around when I didn't do anything right away, and as she peered at me from under her arms, I said, "Geez, Kira, your ass is SO hot looking that I came, just LOOKING at it!" Kira giggled, and wiggled it at me, her butt cheeks wiggling charmingly. "Wait'll you see me in a swimsuit," she said.

I stood behind Kira, naked, and pressed my bush against the center of her ass, between her parted legs. "Umm," she said, as she felt my curly brown pubic hair rubbing against her pale, sensitive bottom.She wiggled her butt again, more or less around my own erect clit, stimulating me more. I leaned down, and placed my lips on the skin of her lower back, at the spine, just above where her ass crease began. 




Ugly Duckling (Ribbons) Ch. 03



"I love you, Kira," I said, between kisses planted just above her sweet ass. "I love everything about you. I can't say it enough, or in a clever enough way, I just love you." I was surprised to find myself overwhelmed with love at this particular moment, rather than, say, when we were in each other's arms, or kissing or something, but I guess that's the nature of love.

Kira melted. "Oh, Rachel, you're so sweet, baby," and started to turn around, but I said, "No, baby, I want to do this." She sighed, and said, "Okay, but I'd love a hug from you right now."

I said, "Be patient, baby, let me make you cum some more. Besides, I need to learn what you like." I began kissing the prominent roundness of Kira's butt cheeks, which were flushed, and warm. I wondered if that was from her orgasm, or maybe she just always had a warm, rosy bottom. I guessed I'd learn that over time. Her skin there just tasted the way it did everywhere else - sweet, and, well, Kira. Her fragrance was slightly different around her ass. Not unpleasant, but earthy, muskier and different from the smell of her pussy.

I had a momentary flash back to an image of me, playing with my father in a pile of leaves he'd raked up in the yard - I must have been about 4 or so, just a year before he died. I remember laughing, and my father's smile, and the way he pretended to be a funny monster, (gently) throwing me in the leaf pile, and our giggling, and the smell of leaves. They say that olfactory memories are some of the most persistent and memorable. I guess that's true. But that was a long gone scene from my life. Things had changed when he died, and I couldn't go back there, to that leaf pile. I guess something about the aroma of Kira's bottom reminded me.....

Now, I REALLY wanted to make my way to the small, pink opening between her ass cheeks, and return to her, the pleasure that I'd felt. I can't describe how exciting it is to have another girl's warm, wet tongue wiggling in your anus, you just have to experience it. When I was on the receiving end, it was doubly exciting to know it was my sweet Kira who was invading me so very intimately. I thought that, for me, it would be as, or perhaps more, exciting to place my own tongue and lips in that vulnerable position on Kira. I guess that a lot of the excitement, and fulfillment, associated with lust and lovemaking, have to do with making yourself vulnerable, and being accepted and loved, when one of the possible alternatives is always rejection.

So far Kira had accepted me unconditionally, something that I really wasn't used to, but that I could learn to love. So, I was ready and willing to do whatever it took! LOL, I found out I enjoyed it immensely!

I parted Kira's round bottom with both hands, her clean, pink puckered hole a slight oval shape, with a band of darker pink flesh maybe an inch wide surrounding it. As I touched her bottom with my hands, Kira decided to drop her arms and face down onto the bed, which made her butt stick up, and made the angle for me to kiss her ass even easier to reach, but it startled me a little, as she didn't tell me she was going to change position, and I was afraid at first, that I broke something! Well, not really.

Anyway, I just dove right in, and planted a quick kiss right on her hole, as though her anus were a mouth, waiting to be kissed. The smell was fine, just that earthy, kinda Kira smell, really more the musk from her pussy right below. So, then I came back and put my lips on there for a long, protracted french kiss. My lips absorbed the sensation of her puckered sphincter, kind of rubbery, not like mouth lips, just a little different. My tongue ventured out between my lips, and tentatively touched that rubbery skin, then slipped right between, and after a little prodding, the muscle relaxed, and my tongue slipped inside her.

Well, if you've ever had your tongue inside a woman's ass hole, you may have thought, "Okay, NOW what?" I certainly didn't know what I should do, other than to do what Kira had done to me in the past. The only problem with that was, every time that Kira had stuck HER tongue in MY ass, I had cum, and things got kind of fuzzy. So, I just winged it, kind of licking around and around, and hoping like hell she didn't have to go to the bathroom! (Fortunately, she didn't).

It was quite enjoyable, again, the mental and emotional thing, knowing that I was licking Kira's rear end, knowing that she would probably get off on it (if I wasn't TOO bad at rear end licking), but there were a couple of disappointments. When licking a woman's pussy, you've got all that wet hole, AND you've got a little nubbin of a clit to play with, and you KNOW that you can rocket her off if you do the clit right, right?

Well, with an ass, there isn't any clit, at least not that I could find. And, it's not all wet like a cunt, and I've come to find I LIKE that wet part.... so, I brought my hand up to Kira's pussy, and played with her there, rimming her vagina with my finger, dipping it in and out, and teasing her clit, while I licked her. I also reached around on the other side, and groped for one of her breasts and connected, squeezing one of her adorable boobs, and stroking her nipple, but I started to feel like I was playing "Twister," you know, that game where feet, hands, head and who knows what else of 2 or more people, go in all different directions?

Everything would have been just fine, I'm sure, until one of Kira's knees slipped off the bed. She fell off, and since I was all over and tangled in her, I fell off too, and we crashed onto the floor. Fortunately there was a thick, woven rag rug there, plus the beds aren't too high, but there was a moment of shock while we sorted out where we were, then amid all the silence Kira said, "I think I just came."

Well, we both just burst out laughing! Tears were coming out of our eyes, and we were both having trouble catching our breath, so we just lay there helplessly for minutes on end, giggling like mad, sort of in each other's arms. Finally, though, we untangled ourselves, and since nobody from the 4th floor came knocking, we figured we were cool and hadn't set off any alarms or anything.

We both stood up, and Kira took me in her arms and kissed me, and I loved her so much then.

We got the bottle of champagne and 2 plastic souvenir cups we'd kept from one of the school football games, and got under the covers, still naked, and toasted 'Us.' We just smooched and cuddled until we both fell asleep, and I don't think anybody ever had a better anniversary, do you?          



Ugly Duckling (Ribbons) Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Champions

On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed, reading a "Roots of Judaism" text for one of her Theology courses. Something had been bothering me all day, and I was finally able to find the words to express it to Kira.

"Hon, can I ask you a question, and have you give me your best impartial answer?" I said.

"Uh huh," Kira answered absently, absorbed in the thick book.

"Well, do you think that I could ever be 'good looking?' I mean, I know I could never be beautiful or anything like that, but do you think that, maybe with, like an extreme make over or something, I could be, uh, maybe not too ugly?'" Kira looked up at me, over the lenses of her reading glasses, something that I always thought looked cute.

"Rachel, honey, I think you're already beautiful..." Kira ventured.

"I know baby, and I love you beyond life for it, but you're not being impartial, and that's what I really need here," I said. "Could I ever be pretty, or good looking, or cute, or, not gross if, say, people taught me to do stuff to look better?" There were tears in my eyes already, and I had a feeling that this was going to be harder for me to discuss than I had expected.

"C'mere baby, Kira said, patting the mattress next to where she was stretched out, her upper body resting against the headboard, her panties-covered bottom and bare legs and feet resting on the mattress. She was wearing a tee shirt with "Cheerleader Squad" in green silk-screened on it, no bra, her hair hanging loose, and a pair of white athletic socks, and of course, her panties had kittens on them, this being Thursday. Kira was sometimes a slave to habit.

I got up and padded over to her, I was a little more formally dressed, wearing cutoffs and an old golf shirt of my father's, that I'd rescued when my mother got around to throwing out his clothes sometime after his death, and my fuzzy cat slippers that I thought were cute, but at which Kira rolled her eyes, something I thought was perhaps just a tiny bit hypocritical, given her 'animals on the panties' issues, and her own fuzzy bunny slippers.

I sat down next to her, and Kira put her arms around me and hugged me, her fingers stroking my long brown hair. I never needed a hug so badly as then, and I felt so warm and safe in her arms there. Of course, that just made me start crying for real, then. Kira held me, and just made quiet little "shshsh" sounds, and rocked me back and forth. The smell and warmth of her hair was comforting to me, and reminded me of the few times I could remember when my mother was a mother, and hadn't been actively trying to fuck with my head.

I kind of cried myself out, and looked at Kira, and I said, "I'll bet I look REAL attractive now, huh?" And Kira said, "My impartial answer is, 'You've looked better.'" I started giggling and said, "This is my serious heartfelt problem for the day, and YOU'RE making me giggle?" I tried to look outraged, but didn't have much luck.

"Okay, seriously Rachel, you really ARE good looking, that's my impartial answer. And the feminist, empowering answer is that looks are a man-generated non issue, and that looks aren't important. But I understand that you want to demonstrate to yourself somehow that you're good looking, at least that's what I THINK you want." Kira looked at me uncertainly, and I slowly nodded my head, as I looked deeply into her soft blue eyes. My fingers nervously flattened the wrinkles in the sheet next to me.

"Yeah, that kind of sounds like it. I'd just like to BELIEVE that I'm not ugly," I said, tears welling up again. I rubbed my eyes to clear them, and sniffled, then looked at Kira.

"Do you think that you'll EVER believe you're good looking?" Kira said, "given what your mother did to you?" She pulled a tissue from the tissue box on her side of the bed, and handed it to me. I dabbed at my eyes and nose. "Think about it. You wonder if you could ever be considered 'good looking,' but you keep defaulting to 'not ugly.' And the longer you talk about your looks, the lower your self-assessment becomes." 

"I didn't notice that," I said, mulling over her words. "But I think that I can." A brief smile flashed over my face, and then was gone, like a passing butterfly.

"Well then, it's for sure that you're not going to believe that I can be impartial about your looks," Kira said, thoughtfully, her hand over mine. "And I don't think that you could be impartial about your looks either. So, maybe if somebody else said you were 'attractive,' 'cute,' whatever, then you'd have to believe them, right?" Her eyes remained steady on mine.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "But none of our friends would tell us the truth if they thought it would hurt either of us, and strangers would just think I was crazy if I asked them." We both sat there for a while, my fingers absently stroking Kira's bare thigh, so smooth and tan. Kira seemingly went back to reading her Theology text, and had perused a paragraph or two of it, when she suddenly slammed the book shut, making a loud CRACK!, and startling me.

"I know!" Kira said. "The Winter Festival, just before Christmas break. There's always a contest to elect 'Santa's Helpers.' It's supposed to be a charitable thing to raise money, but it ends up being a beauty contest, at least for the girls. The guys usually end up electing a dog, or a wacky celebrity or something as the male Santa's Helpers."

"A dog?" I said. 

"Yeah, one year they elected a bottle of beer - they don't seem to take it very seriously," she said. "But, it's always been pretty competitive among chicks." I giggled.

"You sound like a guy. Chicks?"

"Why not?" Kira said, mock-leering at me. "I like the same thing." She cupped one of my breasts, and gently squeezed it, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me for a few moments. She pulled her face away from mine, and said, "Anyway, I think a beauty contest is just what you need, sexist or not."

"I don't think I'm ready for that," I said. "I mean a campus-wide contest, that's ridiculous, I couldn't compete with most of the girls here!"

"Well, I disagree with you, I think you could, but that's the beauty of it. Er, sorry. I mean that's what makes it perfect. It's a dorm-wide competition. Each dorm elects their own male and/or female Santa's Helpers. You can compete for the Female Santa's Helper from 'The Madhouse!' Besides the great honor of representing Madison Hall, there are many awesome gifts for the winners, I think last year Ellen Johnson from the 3rd floor, and an Abyssinian named 'Clyde' won a big bag of Cheetos and a $10 Starbucks gift card. I think Clyde got the Cheetos, and Ellen got the gift card... or was it the other way around...?"

Kira pretended to look thoughtful, so I hit her with my pillow. I think any jury in the country would vote to acquit, don't you? LOL

"So, what do you think? I'd ADORE helping you get dressed up, and made up, and do your hair, and, and, everything! I'm getting excited!" Kira smiled happily.

"Mm, do you REALLY think it'll be okay?" I said. "I don't mean do you think that I'll win, I just mean, do you think I won't get too embarrassed?"

"Sure, it's a secret vote, they only announce the winners, so nobody else gets embarrassed, see?"

"In that case, okay, and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY appreciate you helping me, 'cause I don't have a clue what to do!" I hugged Kira, and then we kissed, our soft and full lips coming together, the sweetest, most romantic sensation I've ever truly felt every time I've done it. The sweetest thing about my lovely, blonde goddess Kira, is that she's ALWAYS so good to me, even if I don't deserve it. Her lips, so full and warm, softly conveyed her love for me, gently pressing against mine, her breath through her nose blowing warmly and lightly across my cheek. Her strong, small hands held me, as though she were afraid I was going to fly away in the middle of our kiss. 

Her full, ripe breasts pressed against mine, and I sensed, rather than actually felt, her small pink nipples hard and erect against my own breasts. I brought one hand up to feather it across her left breast, feeling her roundness, and her heat. I could die, having known Kira's breasts, everything else was a bonus in life. We broke our kiss apart, and I looked into her eyes. I was stunned to see a glimmer of fear there. "Kira, what?" I said, fearful now myself.

"Nothing," she said. "I just don't want to ever lose you..."

"I will never leave you," I said, perhaps foolishly. It's for certain that the gods laugh at such pride and conceit on the part of lovers. But I was new to the Art of Loving, and didn't know any better.

Not yet a time for lovemaking, we both snuggled down on the bed, and kissed and caressed, inhaled each other's sweet, moist fragrance, assessed each other's state of arousal by pressing lips to softly-fevered flesh, lightly connected fingers to moisture. I remember my hands softly cupping Kira's warm, round bottom, our heat connecting, but not our flesh, my hands outside of her thin cotton panties, her nimble fingers idly stroking my crotch, through the worn blue denim. We both came, gently and just barely, lazily, because that was right for the time. As I was dozing off, Kira whispered, "Just one rule in the Pageant."

"What's that?" I mumbled.

"No fuzzy cat slippers on contestants," she said.

"Not even on Clyde?" I said. Her answer was inaudible as we both fell asleep.

The next day, we both got up pretty early, and headed out to our respective classes, a full day for both of us. I didn't get back to the room until 7, after a late class and dinner at the dining hall, salad and chicken fingers, with a glass of milk. I walked in, to find Kira at her study desk, wearing her usual animal panties (giraffes this time), white athletic socks, and a plain blue polyester blend collared blouse, nothing else. Her long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders fetchingly. She leaned her face up to me to be kissed, and after some small talk and catching up, I stripped down to panties and tee shirt, and headed over to the desk on the other side of the room to start my studies.

I had opened up my text, and was reading, for probably 15 minutes, when I heard a soft voice call, "Baby?"

I swiveled my arm chair around, to see Kira in her arm chair, facing me, a mysterious, faint smile on her face. Kira didn't say a word, but, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes, slowly brought her right hand up to the top button on her blouse, fingering it open, then moving on to the next, and the next languidly, until her blouse hung open, and the inner swell of her full, creamy breasts was exposed, and I could see the little peaks her tiny, erect pink nipples made in the crisp fabric.

I was pleased to see that Kira wasn't wearing a bra, and had decided to share a view of her beautiful body with me, her beautiful breasts forcing the fabric apart, like a broad-shouldered football player crashing through a line of opponents. But Kira didn't stop there. She pulled the blouse off her shoulders, but left it still on, like a stole, so that my entire focus was on her lovely breasts, their full swell, and her sweet, oh so feminine pink nipples and areolas. She brought her hand up to her erect nipple on her right breast, and began circling it lightly with her finger.

I looked at Kira, and she was clearly excited, and caught up in her own seduction of me. She looked straight into my eyes, and licked her upper lip for me, then her lower lip, her upper torso moving faintly, sinuously and slowly. I licked my own lips, as my mouth had turned dry for some reason. Kira moved her hips forward on the chair a few inches, causing my eyes to focus there momentarily, and I could see a noticeable wet spot, glistening right where the slit of her pussy was hidden, her fluid in excess wetting the fabric there with her cream.

Kira continued stroking her breast, then went on to lightly pinching each of her nipples, the small, wet circle at her crotch getting larger. I found my own hand now, between my legs, absently stroking the outline of my pussy. I could feel my curly pubic hair compress, spring-like, under my fingers, as I strove to make more contact with the sensitive nerve endings there, in my clit and my labia, as they engorged with blood and my passion rose sharply. A faint whiff of my own musk rose up to tickle my nose, and inflame my lust further.

Soon, we were both engaged in a mutual exhibition, and a wonderful masturbatory seduction, Kira softly stroking her small, rough nipples, then bringing her other hand to the sweet area between her slim thighs, and tracing the outline of her labia, pausing to stroke her swollen pink clit, and, wetting her finger against the moist fabric, brought her finger delicately to her nose, and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her tight, little pussy, then taking the wet finger into her mouth and sucking it in between her soft lips.

I gave a little moan, and slipped my finger under the elastic legband of my own panties, in the crease of my pubic vee on the right side, my finger finding my own wet, open slit an inch away, and slipped inside my tight opening. My hips pushed forward at this stimulation, causing my finger to slip all the way inside, and I moaned again. 

I took the finger out of my hot vagina, reluctantly, then echoed Kira's actions, bringing the wet digit up to my nose to smell, and become intoxicated by, the musky, fragrant aroma of my aroused pussy, and slipped the cream-coated finger into my mouth, to savor the flavor of a hot pussy. 

Kira, on seeing that, cooed softly, then more blatantly pulled the front of her panties down, giving me an intoxicating view of her small blonde bush, her swollen, pink lips and reddish slit between, and, nestled just below her bush, the tiny, pink treasure of a pearl. She leaned back in her chair, exposing her sweet cunt to me, making herself sexually available to me, submitting to me, inviting me inside her.

That pink, wet pussy, pouting and plump, reeled me in, like a deep sea fisherwoman hauling in a sailfish. As though in a dream I rose up, pulled off my tee shirt to bare my breasts for her, my brown nipples stiffly erect for her mouth and fingers, and walked over to Kira, sprawled dreamily in her study chair, her blouse still on, but covering nothing, her pussy pushed forward, the panties covering her wet slit again. Kira looked up at me and smiled sexily, a woman in full sexual heat. Her hands went to my panties, one hand tugging at the waistband, the other closely cupping my cunt and bush. Kira tugged my panties off one hip, the bottoms uncovering one ass cheek, then, switching hands, so that her other hand now cupped and pressed my fabric-covered pussy, lowered my panties off the other hip, baring my other ass cheek, so that I essentially had nothing on, other than where her hand inexplicably still covered my hole with the fabric of my panties.

Then she pushed, and rotated the fabric against my mons and opening, until it was soaked with my own cream, and fragrant with my musk. Kira then lowered her hand from my pussy, taking away the last vestige of cloth covering me, and brought my wet panties down to the floor, where I stepped out of them. She then brought the moist panties up to her cute nose, and, covering her face with them, inhaled the scent of the most intimate parts of my body. After one deep breath, she gently took the panties off her face, then placed them aside on the desk, like a birthday present set aside while one thanks the gift-giver.

Kira looked up at me, her full pink lips whispering, "My beautiful lover," then put her hand on my bottom, and pulled me, willingly, toward her face. My hips on the same level as her mouth, her intentions were obvious, and I brought my legs astraddle the chair to make it easier for her. Kira's soft lips gently kissed my bush, the springy brown hair there, rebounding from her lips pressed against it, then ducked her head slightly to bring the tip of her pink tongue against the pink of my clit, her knowing tongue applying just the right amount of friction on that sensitive organ.

I gasped, the immediate pleasure of her touch surprising me, then pressed my full hips against her mouth, greedily seeking greater contact. Kira sensed this, and pulled back to maintain her light contact, but compensated for my anticipated disappointment, by insinuating one of her index fingers, moistened with her own pussy cream, between the globes of my full, warm bottom. I moaned, to feel her long finger delving deeper into my compliant furrow. I put my hands on the back of her head to try to force her face into my heated cunt, but she was enjoying teasing me too much.

I stood up on my tiptoes, to try to get her hot tongue into my leaking slit, and finally, Kira thrust her tongue deep inside me, and I moaned deeply as I felt her thrusting into me, and her cute snub nose deliberately bumping into my sensitive clit. Meanwhile, Kira was alternately finger fucking my ass hole, and scraping her sharp nail around the outside of my anal pucker.

"Oh, honey, I'm cumming now," I said, as shocks of electricity radiated out of my clit, throughout my body. "Oh, GOD!" I screamed. "OH, YEAH!! FUCK!" I was afraid that I might get too loud, and attract attention down the hall - goodness knows what the girls in the next room thought already, the way we fucked! I held on, through several orgasmic waves, then stroked my fingers through Kira's long hair as she slowed her licking of my increasingly sensitive clit. She slipped her finger out of my ass, and, reaching up, teasingly tapped the tip of my nose with the finger, then my lips. I was afraid to open my mouth, I didn't know if she'd slip her dirty finger between my lips. The smell was stimulating, though, and strangely, wonderfully attractive.

Kira stood up and smiled at me, her face glistening with my juices, and brought her lips to mine, her hands framing my face. Cum was something I was a little more used to, and I kissed her back gratefully, the fragrance was wonderful, but it only made me hungrier for her own feminine cream. "Let's get in bed," I whispered in her ear. Kira nodded, and we held our embrace as we sort of hopped together over to the bed, then fell on it. The impact separated us, and Kira slid herself into the center of the bed.

I kneeled next to her as she centered herself, on her back, her sweet body open and available to me. As she looked at me expectantly and vulnerable, I turned around on the bed, then lay down next to her, on my side, my feet at the head of the bed, my head at her feet. Kira whistled, "This looks like fun! Where'd you learn this? I know I didn't teach it to you..."

"You're not the only one who knows different sexual positions, y'know," I teased back. "What do you think I'm doing on the Internet, when I'm not looking up data reports on the Dow Jones Index?"

"Dow Jones this, motherfucker!" Kira squealed, and quickly brought her head between my legs, my thighs parting to allow her closer access to my cunt. Meanwhile, I moved so that I was laying on top of her in the classic '69' position, and urged her legs up, which canted her pussy right into my face. I could smell her wet puss, and began lapping at her swollen labia, her exposed clit, and deep inside her silky opening, in no particular order or effort to build her to an orgasm. Rather, I was concerned about getting myself as deeply into her cunt as possible.

Kira pulled my hips, cunt and ass onto her face, and she resumed licking at me as she'd done before, and both of her hands were busy playing with, and stroking, my ass cheeks and hole. In that position my ass hole was pulled open for her. We lay there joined, licking each other's sweet pussies, and generating numerous mild orgasms. I could feel Kira's cums, as her pussy tightened around my tongue, and she produced more of her creamy fluid, though you couldn't say that she "came" in my mouth, as pleasant as I found that thought to be.




Ugly Duckling (Ribbons) Ch. 04



I felt Kira pulling my thighs forward, and knowing her as well as I did, I complied, and soon I felt her full, soft and oh, so warm lips pressed against my nether hole, her tongue fucking me back there, in and out. I wiggled my ass on her face with the pleasure of it all, and I knew that I would return this very special pleasure to her tonight. Kira fucked my ass with her long tongue for about 5 minutes, then I sat up, and looked over my shoulder (though there was nothing to see, her face being under my ass, LOL), and I announced, "I'm gonna do you now."

Kira lay her head back down on the mattress, and let me proceed. Undoubtedly, her neck and tongue were a little sore from the angle, and all. I pulled her legs back up, and past me, so that she was nearly jackknifed, her thighs pressing against her breasts. Her pussy was tempting, lying there open and easily available to me again, but I wanted Kira's beautiful ass this time. I pulled her trim thighs a little further back, and there lay her little ass hole, all pink, and puckered and so sweet to contemplate,

"Kira baby, your little puckered rear hole is so pretty, sweetie," I said. "It looks so kissably perfect... would you like me to kiss it?"

From behind and under me I heard, "Oh yeah, baby, kiss it."

"Can I lick it?" I said, teasingly.

"Uh huh, I'd like you to lick my pink little hole. It aches for your touch, and your tongue," Kira said.

"What else would you like, honey?" I said, gently blowing on her rear opening, and watching her sphincter muscle open and close, then open again, revealing her pinkness inside.

"Umm, oh baby, would you mind sticking your sweet little tongue inside there?" Kira said, seductively.

"Inside where?" I responded.

"Umm, baby, inside my tight, hot, pink virginal cheerleader ass hole that I've never, ever let anyone else ever look at, much less touch, much less fuck with her tongue...PLEASE BABY, fuck me now, hard and deep inside my ass, with your hot fuckin' tongue, 'til I cum and cum and cum, then kiss me hard and deep, and fuck my mouth with your tongue that was just deep inside my ass!!!"

Well, enough teasing, I figured, and I fucked Kira's sweet little anus with my tongue until she DID cum, about a dozen times. The taste, and smell of Kira's ass were one of the greatest pleasures of my life, and afterwards, we kissed for hours, and she licked all of my face, and I hers. Kira got up and snatched my panties off the desk, then clutched them in her hand next to her nose, and we fell asleep for the rest of the night, waking up a couple of times each, to finger each other's pussy and clit, and make the other cum in her sleep.

Over the next few weeks leading up to the Winter Festival, I slavishly followed Kira's directions in 'toning up, fixing up, cuteing up,' as she put it. She had me visit the Fitness Center every day, and I learned about the equipment there, and began doing a light series of exercises that helped me to lose 15 pounds, down to 130, and just generally tone up my muscles and help me with attitude, too. A side benefit of spending time there, were all the really toned girls who spent time there, and their skimpy outfits. I hoped I wouldn't have to compete with them, but I surely didn't mind looking at them, and using my imagination. I didn't think of it as cheating on Kira, only stretching my fantasy life a little. Along with the gym, Kira introduced me to Yoga, and helped me to learn how to center myself, and focus on each part of my being, and just plain relax. I know it sounds goofy, but it worked, and, it WAS California, after all, LOL.

In addition, Kira and I went shopping, and we bought me several really nice outfits, that she said were 'hip,' but a cut above the usual jeans and tee shirts and/or flannel shirt that we all inevitably wore, day in and day out, plus a bikini for the 'swimsuit competition.' Yeah, sisters, I know - it's sexist and debasing. On the other hand, I did look pretty good for the first time in my life, and I happen to LIKE looking at other women wearing very little, so fuck off with the militant Stonewall crap for a little while, 'kay?

Kira had a couple of friends who counseled me on ways that I could use just a little makeup to promote my good features, and hide my imperfections. Another friend was an amateur hairstylist, and she cut my hair in an Ashlee Simpson cut, that, to be honest, REALLY made me look good. I was astounded, honestly. And for any girlfriends reading this, I DO NOT endorse Ashlee's 'dumb girl' act, or her sister's either, but I'm willing to admit she knows how to look pretty nice. Truth to tell, I'd LOVE to fuck Ashlee, LOL! As long as I didn't have to talk to her afterwards, he he.

We spent a full 2 weeks just before the competition, making me comfortable with being a girl, doing my own face, arranging my hair 'til I was happy with it, dressing myself, and of course, working out at the gym, so by the night of the 'competition,' I was feeling pretty good about myself. Kira and I had a light dinner at the dining hall, probably the best way to approach their food (groan), and then I showered and when I came back into our room, Kira gave me one of those shoulder rub/massage things that boxers get before their big fight, and Kira gave me the big speech she'd undoubtedly been working on for weeks.

"Rachel, just remember that this competition isn't a contest at all, it's YOUR chance to show the world that, when Rachel Jones chooses to show off, she does it IN STYLE! It doesn't matter whether you come in first, or last, or whatever, because you've ALREADY WON!!..." she went on like that for about 5 minutes, while I smirked at her, and finally she said, "WHAT?"

I said, "Kira, first, you sound like Burgess Meredith in 'Rocky,' second, you've got a little piece of spinach on your front tooth there, and third, you've done a magnificent job of getting me ready, building my confidence, and making me love you even more than I thought possible! I'm ready, babe!"

Kira grinned at me, and said, "Okay, then, that's the most important thing. Which tooth is it?" I smacked her butt, then put on my outfit, a casual raw silk blouse and linen skirt combination, with semi-high heels to make my butt say, 'FUCK ME!!!' to the voters. And, oh yes, I had practiced on those evil sucker shoes for a week. If I didn't already have Kira's heart, I would have dreaded the thought of having to wear high heels to catch another chick's eye. I put my thong bikini, a Hawaiian Island print, into my bag, and we headed down to the lounge on the first floor.

The RA was the emcee, and she was hamming it up, with really bad jokes and all, and the crowd of about 60 students groaned at all the right parts. The crowd was about 40/20 girls to guys, with the 20 guys dates or steadies of some of the girls in the dorm. There were 5 of us competing for the "Miss Madhouse Santa's Helper" title, and 2 guys plus a really cute tiny pet turtle named 'Sylvester," running for "Mr. Miss Madhouse Santa's Helper" (since it WAS a girls' dorm).

Fortunately, there was no talent competition, they just went right to the cheesecake (and beefcake, and, yes, turtlecake), so the 8 of us were lined up in front of everyone, and introduced with name, class, and floor. The emcee had told the crowd that they were forbidden from making any sounds (cheering or booing) during the introductions, so as not to hurt feelings, but they were unable to contain themselves when the emcee introduced the last contestant, Sylvester. I admit I cheered for him too - he was SO cute on his little plastic island! I think he waved to the crowd, but that might just be the excitement clouding my memory of the moment.

Well, we just kind of clumsily pirouetted, and stood around for a while, then the RA - emcee announced the swimsuit portion, so we 5 girls headed to the ladies restroom off the lounge, and changed clothes there. Kira gave me a 'thumbs up' from the crowd as I left with the others. Once inside, we stripped down, and I was shocked to see every girl there, openly scoping each other's naked body! I wasn't sure if it was a female thing, checking out the competition, or a sexual thing, looking for potential lovers. As for me, it was both - though I certainly wasn't looking for a new bedmate, I'll be the first to admit that a beautiful face or feminine body, or both, WILL catch my eye. 

Frankly, I thought most of the other girls were better looking than me, but I wasn't fazed by that, with Kira's speech still ringing in my ears. I felt I was already a winner, just being there.

We trooped back out, and the 2 guys, and Sylvester, were already lined up and waiting. We got in line, then did the same silly posing as before, and formed an impromptu conga line and started shimmying around the room. Crowd members joined in until we had a kind of conga - bunny hop line going. I could swear the female contestant behind me, a junior from the second floor, had her hands all over my ass, though I suppose the girl in front of me could have said the same, LOL.

Finally, the RA blew a whistle and announced the secret ballot. I stood with Kira, and we held hands (not so unusual between girls, plus our relationship was starting to become an open secret anyway), and we waited breathlessly, as did the others, while the voting went on and then the votes were counted. After a long, long pause, the RA announced, "First, the winner of the Mr. Miss Madhouse crown is... is... is..." until the crowd started booing her, then "... is Sylvester Turtle!" Everybody applauded wildly, and there were several calls from guys of "Way to go, Sylvester!" and "You're the man!"

I was starting to feel the pressure. Kira noticed it and squeezed my hand, whispering in my ear, "It's all over, Rachel, you don't have to do ANYTHING now, it's out of your hands, you can relax." That calmed me down, and I smiled over in gratitude to her.

Then the RA announced, "And the next and reigning Miss Madhouse is... Misty Shepherd!" 

Misty was the girl who'd had her hands on my ass in the conga line, and she really DID look nice, so I felt very happy for her. Kira hugged me, and said, "I'm sorry, Kira...", and I said, "I'M not!" and smiled back at her. "That year of shopping center openings and autograph signings the winner has to fulfill is hell!" I joked. Kira impulsively kissed my cheek, that wonderful, wonderful woman of mine.

Well, except for one thing, the rest of the evening was a normal dorm party, after the contestants had a chance to change into normal clothes (jeans, tee shirts, oh yeah!) And Kira and I mingled, and just generally had a good time for about an hour. We got separated for a while, but I had loads of fun talking to the other students. Many told me that they'd voted for me, and I thanked them.

Finally, the party pretty much broke up, so Kira and I drifted upstairs, and got ready for bed. Kira stripped naked, and I said, "Baby, would you sleep naked tonight?" And she smiled, and said, "Sure, if you will too." I nodded happily, and we crawled into bed, spooning, her petite, lovely, feminine body embraced in mine, my pussy nestled up against the warmth and softness of her full ass, my left hand cupping her left breast, the nipple a little pebble between my fingers. Her left hand was a little behind her, on the outside of my thigh.

Kira mumbled, "Do you want to know how you did? The RA told me..." "No," I whispered in her ear, and paused, then said, "4 girls and 2 guys gave me their cell phone numbers while you and I were separated at the party. I think I know now..." Kira gave a little start, then relaxed in my arms.

"But you're sleeping with me tonight," she whispered, confidently.

"Go to sleep," I said, and kissed her downy cheek. And we slept.