Sophie's Gems-4; Amber, pt2

by Karen Cypher

�I�m still waiting on a birthday gift from you�so do you think that� maybe I could watch you touch yourself sometime? Just to see what you do?� Amber asked with quiet intensity.

Sophie felt herself falling.

She took a deep, shuddering breath; let it out slowly. Sophie experienced a sense of calm from the act after doing it two more times. �Amber, I�� Sophie paused; not really knowing where to start.

�Honey, what you are asking is something I�ve thought about doing ever since I fell asleep out here, and believe me when I tell you; there is nothing that I would rather do more right now!� Sophie said, her eyes staring vacantly at the ground, not able to look into Amber�s earnest gaze. Seemingly with a will of their own, her arms squeezed her breasts together, sending a rush of excitement through her that she was even contemplating Amber�s request.

�Do you know how excited I am right now, Amber?� Sophie asked the girl quietly. �When I was asleep and you woke me, I was having a very vivid and exciting dream.� she continued. �The dream was very pleasurable and very intense. It caused a reaction in me that made me want to feel good in real life like I was feeling in my dream.� Sophie paused then to take a sip of her drink. �You asked me before if I would have continued to play with myself if you weren�t here. I told you yes because that is the truth; I play with myself quite a bit because I live alone and I can do that when I feel the urge come over me.�

�Because you were here, I didn�t find that release I normally would have and my excitement has been building and building.� Sophie said, wanting Amber to understand although she didn�t feel that she was explaining it very well. �Can you imagine how much I want to pleasure myself right now?� Sophie continued, finally looking into Amber�s lovely brown eyes. �Even such a simple act as squeezing my breasts sends shivers down my spine.�

Sophie put action to words, cupping a breast in each hand; hefting their weight before a long, languid squeeze. Touching her nipples was almost painful, they had been hard for so long. She felt no shame or embarrassment from letting Amber see her. In fact, she wanted Amber to watch.

�But Amber, even though I want to do this for you, and right now I would love to have you watch me and learn, masturbating is�well it�s something very private. It is also something very special and loving� it should never be shared with just anyone because it is so personal; and for me to get naked right now and show you would be�well, it would be bad. Your Mom would kill me.� Sophie finally told the girl.

Amber was quiet a moment, entranced by watching Sophie gently squeeze her boobs. She wanted this badly now; she was so close to having Sophie do it�she could tell. She had a sudden insight; �Could you do it with your clothes on?�Amber wheedled. �I mean, you said you don�t always get naked��

�Oh, fuck�why did she have to give me even that ridiculous out? It�s not like I need much of an excuse.� Sophie said silently.

�Have you ever seen anyone masturbate before, Amber?� Sophie asked, finally letting go her breasts and leaning back. �Besides me earlier, I mean. You said you had seen your Mom�� Sophie stopped, suddenly intent with interest. �Have you ever had an orgasm? Do you know what one is?�

�I think so.� Amber replied. �It�s when you feel really, really good.�

�Believe me, honey�you would know if you had one.� Sophie chuckled with genuine mirth. �You�re right about one thing; it does feel really, really good!� She thought for a moment; �When I masturbate, or play with myself, it�s because I want to have an orgasm. I don�t know if I can properly describe in words what you feel because it�s different feelings for different people�but I�ll try to explain what it is like for me.�

Amber nodded sagely, as if expecting such a response.

�When I find something appealing, sexually appealing I mean,� Sophie started, �my body sort of responds and I get excited�aroused; I get a tingly feeling all over.� Sophie struggled for words, waving her hands futilely before her as if to gather them up.

�Some people like their hair played with, and for others, it�s their boobs, their butts, or a nice massage to the shoulders or even their feet�it all depends.� She was getting sidetracked and she knew it. �When that happens, the excitement builds and builds until it finds a release; a physical and mental joining from everything that was giving you pleasure.�

�I think I know what you mean, Sophie� Amber said. �I know what feeling good�you know, down there is,� she continued, pointing to Sophie�s sex, �and how I keep doing stuff to make it feel good.�

�Exactly,� Sophie said. �And when I touch myself just right, down there on my�on my pussy,� she paused, gauging Amber�s reaction to the term; �All those feelings come together and let go like a dam bursting.� Sophie finished, feeling wholly inadequate in her explanation and probably confusing the girl even more.

Amber was truly more confused than ever. She understood the words and the meaning, but just couldn�t picture how everything fit together. She knew where she liked to touch herself, and even had a good idea of what Sophie meant with some people getting excited about different things. Sometimes, she would play around�sometimes she got excited for no reason. Had she ever had an orgasm? She had felt really good, like that tingly and excited feeling Sophie described, but an orgasm? She never felt like a dam bursting; more like a fading after a while.

�Look, Amber.� Sophie said resignedly. �There is no way I can really describe what an orgasm is�you�ll just have to experience one to fully understand.� She took a very deep breath and looked deep into Amber�s eyes; �I can, however, show you what one is like for me�if you want.�

Watch her? Watch Sophie? �Yes, Sophie�I�d like to see you.� Amber said, voice breaking slightly in the end. And she truly was intrigued. Amber knew how personal and intimate it was, and for Sophie to be willing to share this with her�it made her feel�tingly; buoyant and excited, like she and Sophie were the only two people in the world to share this secret. A heady feeling indeed!

�Okay baby, but this has to be our secret�no one else can know, alright?� Sophie wasn�t sure she could stop herself now; even if Amber meant to shout it to the world. She positioned herself more comfortably on the chair.

�So tell me, Honey, Have you ever seen someone masturbate?� Sophie asked seductively, knowing what she was going to do.

�Well,� Amber started; �My friend Ruby and I did it once together when we were playing truth-or-dare�� and she went on to tell Sophie the whole story. It was a weird feeling for Amber, and she knew it had gone much further than a �game� in her mind. Sophie was an adult who was actually treating Amber like an adult! She loved Sophie for that, if nothing else.

Sophie was feeling�well, she was feeling fucking great! It was so surreal, what she was doing, like she was hovering above the scene looking down. She was detached; a stranger with no compulsions of guilt or a sense of wrongness. That in itself was wrong and she knew it, but she didn�t care.

She had a simpleton�s grin on her face as she listened to Amber tell her story, bringing her hands once more to her tortured nipples with an indrawn gasp. How far should she go? That she was going to give herself an orgasm�oh Christ, with Amber looking right at her�was a foregone conclusion, but how far would she push? With excruciating slowness, Sophie slid her right hand under her T-shirt to mirror the movement of her left hand, which was still on the outside. She knew the swell of the underside of her breast was visible to Amber�s gaze.

Sophie was so fucking excited that she could barely contain herself. She wanted to rip off her clothes, flip over on all fours, bury her face in the cushion of the lounger and raise her ass in the air. She wanted to spread herself wide open to Amber�s hungry eyes; let Amber see how wet she was, how swollen her lips were. She wanted Amber to see what a dirty slut she was�frigging herself off in front of a 12 year old girl. She wanted Amber to see the effect her words and presence had on her. She wanted to experience God�s own orgasm!

But, she didn�t do any of that. Instead, she quietly massaged her tits with her hands; one under her T-shirt, the other on the outside and let Amber look at her; letting her arousal build.

Amber was awestruck! She couldn�t believe this was truly happening. She ended her tale in a jerky, headlong rush as she took in the sight of what Sophie was doing for her�all because she asked, because Sophie thought enough of her to do this. Amber felt a surge of warmth and gratitude for this woman that was normally reserved for those special times with her mother. She stood slowly, then took the one step that placed her at the foot of Sophie�s chair; sitting unobtrusively on the end while Sophie grinned wickedly and placed her left leg wide to the side to give Amber room.

�Mmm�I can�t begin to tell you how good this feels, honey.� Sophie purred to the girl. She released the breast she was massaging under her shirt, being careful to leave the shirt pulled up just far enough to reveal the whole underside up to her nipple. With a trembling hand, she trailed her fingernails down her stomach, causing ticklish muscle spasms, she was so sensitive. Sophie grabbed a handful of material from the front of her shorts and pulled tight; tighter until she thought the nylon would tear.

The effect was immediate; both visually and physically. For Sophie, the taunt material rubbed hard against her clit, finally stopping with an exquisite pressure as she held the tension. Bolts of lightning shot from her clit throughout her body and she almost, almost, almost came. Some masochistic part of her brain let her hold back her orgasm; sending her into a state of arousal that nearly left her incoherent.

Amber, on the other hand, was treated to a visual show the likes of which she had never seen! She saw the material grow tight over Sophie�s crotch; the leg openings pulling inward with the pressure until the whole of Sophie�s sex was a distorted outline; covered only by the thin material. Sophie�s bottoms were dry, but Amber could clearly see a damp area just about where she imagined Sophie�s opening would be. Sophie had stopped breathing, stopped moving, in fact. Amber looked up at her face and saw Sophie scrunching her eyes closed; her mouth opened slightly as if in a silent yell. �Touch me Amber,� Sophie almost begged. �Just put your hand on my thigh right here and don�t let go.� She indicated a place on her inner thigh halfway between her knee and her pussy.

With her eyes closed, Sophie felt Amber accede to her request; placing her hand right where Sophie�s finger had been and leaving Sophie with confusing sensations. The blast furnace heat of Amber�s ice-cold hand spread itself out across her thigh; the dryness of her sweat-soaked palm as it molded itself to her skin. She opened her eyes to see Amber staring at her, eyes wide as the wind played with her hair. She felt, more than saw, Amber position herself more comfortably while she kept her hand on Sophie�s thigh.

Sophie closed her eyes again, shutting it off to what she was seeing; concentrating instead on what pleasure she could take from her own actions as she lovingly caressed her own body. She was moaning now and twisting herself around until her hand slipped back under her shirt; arching her back to push her sensitive nipple into her palm. Her other hand released the material of her shorts and her fingers found their way underneath the waistband; the release of pressure on her clit giving her that pins and needles feeling of returning blood flow.

Sophie scooted further down, making the shorts ride up. Not that she minded that one bit; every extra movement she made meant her pussy received a little extra rubbing. She stopped playing with her breast again and brought her hand down to the leg opening of her shorts; pulling the material aside so she could more easily get at her pussy. One thing she had always liked was that first sensation of entry; the excited feeling of opening herself up as she pushed her fingers against the opening of her sex. And her clit! She was barely touching it, but even that slight pressure was almost excruciating.

Even with her being as wet as she was, friction was still a part of life. That friction caused her tender flesh to be pulled along with the rhythmic thrusting of her fingers as she savored every moment of her self-play, opening her pussy wider and coating her fingers before they slid in and out with ease and giving Sophie a delicious new feeling.

Amber�s eyes were open very wide; her breathing shallow and raspy. She held firmly to Sophie�s leg, enjoying the feel of her heated warmth as it seemed to close down tightly over her. She didn�t know what to make of all this; too much visual input for her to process. It wasn�t until she focused in on Sophie�s fingers sliding in and out of her opening that she suddenly found she couldn�t sit still. She moved her other hand to Sophie�s opposite leg, scrunching herself forward until her knee was practically touching Sophie�s hand.

It was incredible! Sophie couldn�t remember another time when she was this excited, this turned on, or had such a good feeling by simply playing with herself. She did know that it wasn�t all just because of what she was doing�it was also because of what Amber was doing for her by watching her.

Amber had her gaze locked on to Sophie�s crotch. She couldn�t get enough of seeing Sophie�s fingers slide in and out. It was unbelievable what was happening, and yet, here she was. The more she watched, the more that it seemed impossible; this couldn�t be real.

Sophie was gasping for breath, dreaming about how it would feel to have Amber touch her pussy. She was going out of her mind with pleasure when the first waves of her climax thundered over her. Just as she was about to pass out with the sheer intensity of it all; collapse from all her mind and body had been through, Sophie felt Amber�s feather touch on the hand she was using to finger herself.

She felt a hot blast erupt inside her; knew her mind had gone blank with release. Howling her lungs out, Sophie experienced the most incredible, mind twisting orgasm of her life.

Her pussy clamped down, nearly trapping her fingers with the force of her contractions. Finally, blessedly, the waves of ecstasy slowed. Only then did she fall back limply against the cushion, panting hard as she ran her fingers over her face and neck; caressing her breasts gently until the world came back into soft focus.

�Holy Fuck Sophie!� Amber whispered harshly. �That was�that�s� amazing!� She wanted to give Sophie a huge hug, but she was trembling too hard to put action to her thought. �Fuck!�

Sophie was looking at her with glazed eyes, not blinking even in the harsh afternoon sun.

�Uh, sorry�about swearing, I mean.� Amber said a bit sheepishly, mistaking Sophie�s look for one of admonition.

Sophie chuckled wryly, the effort taking all her remaining energy. �It�s okay, Hon�I�ve heard the word before�even used it a time or two myself.� She felt absolutely boneless. She wanted to talk to Amber, reassure her that everything was okay, find out what Amber was thinking and feeling. But she couldn�t. It was all she could do to straighten herself up a little and walk Amber inside.

�Sophie?� Amber asked. �Do you think I could come over again sometime? You know, for some more swimming?�

Sophie felt relief wash over her, almost as intense as her orgasm and making her knees weak. �Sure, Amber,� Sophie told her. �Just remember; this is a secret between me and you.� She leaned down and gave Amber a soft kiss on her lips, not trusting herself to stop there and pulling back quickly. �Happy Birthday�I hope you liked your gift.�

She stood in the doorway and watched a retreating Amber; riding her bike back up the street to her own house�with Jade home soon. A groan escaped her lips as she thought of all the things that were wrong about what she had just done; to Jade, to Amber, and even to herself. She simply did not have the mental acuity to think about it right now; she�d just have to sort it out later.

Sophie locked up and stumbled to the bed, asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The dreams returned again that night. Strange dreams full of confusing images and events she simply could not fathom. Despite Sophie�s mental protest, she could not banish them; they rolled on like a thunderstorm through her mind.

...�The girl began to remove her dress. Sophie threw her bag on a small three-legged stool, covered in pink velvet with purple wildflowers, and began to crawl out of her clothes. She hung her top on a hook that magically appeared in the wall of the playhouse. Her breasts fell free, as tanned as the rest of her body. The nipples and areolas were very dark. Unlike real life, there didn�t seem to be any sag to them. They were large and full as she held them up in her hands admiringly. Sophie slipped out of her uniform skirt and shoes. She stood there in her panties until the girl was finished undressing, and then she slipped out of those too.

The two of them stood there, naked, appraising each other. The girl was thin, skeletal. Her body was undeveloped and Sophie had the distinct feeling it should at least show signs of starting; but the girl�s body was wooden; like that of a department store mannequin.

The room�flexed�changed itself to accommodate a bed. The girl pulled the covers back and slid onto the Little Mermaid sheets; her long dark ringlets looked very beautiful on the white pillow. Sophie walked over and lay down beside her. The girl crawled over her and tried to kiss her, but even in a dream, it was just too strange. Sophie turned her head instinctively.

�Be nice,� the girl said.

Sophie turned back to her, and this time let the girl kiss her. She felt nothing. The girl pried her lips open with her tongue, seeking the heat of Sophie�s mouth. The girl was very tense, stiff; almost like the mannequin she resembled.

The girl�s tongue sought Sophie�s, found it and began to move in and out of her mouth in the rhythm of sexual intercourse. Her hand found the softness of Sophie�s breasts and began kneading the full flesh, working to arouse her in any way she could.

The girl was disappointed.

Sophie was beautiful, but she was cold as a fish and unresponsive; a woman as lovely as she should be a tigress in bed. �Relax, Sophie, will you?� the girl pleaded. �Give me some cooperation, hey?�

�It�s your party.� Sophie said.

Party�Sophie looked around again. It was suddenly daylight, and Sophie was standing in Jade�s back yard attending Amber�s birthday party. Amber was standing in front of her, short dark hair framing her beautiful young face; they were both naked. But her eyes; Sophie shivered�brown and liquid�her eyes were very scary; predatory�focused and intent, showing a determination that belied her age.

They sat down together in the soft grass, visions of Amber forgotten when Amber, sitting at Sophie�s feet, transformed again. The wooden girl pried Sophie�s legs apart and slipped herself between them. She groped Sophie�s pubic mound, feeling clumsily at her flesh. Sophie looked over at a naked Jade, dressed only in stockings and high heels, finding an acceptance in her eyes that comforted Sophie.

�Touch me,� the girl said. �Hold me in your hands.�

Mechanically, Sophie slid her hand down to the girl�s sex and grasped it, surprised at the softness she found. She cupped it tenderly as she felt the warmth that was so unlike the rest of the girl�s appearance. There was something comfortingly familiar about holding the girl�s little mound in her hand. Its warmth served to weaken her resolve to be uncooperative. Sophie spread her legs further and the girl�s finger moved inside her pussy, stirring arousal.

Sophie adjusted to the touch and moved her hand in small circles, feeling the girl respond to her touch as a flood of heat spread across her palm and fingers.

The girl�s finger probed for Sophie�s clit, found it, and Sophie jumped with the suddenness of the assault. The girl grinned and kissed her breast, tonguing the nipple to an acorn-like hardness. Encouraged, the girl massaged Sophie�s clit until Sophie felt herself succumb to the feeling and relax even more.

Sophie found herself flat on her back. Her legs came up, bent at the knees so that her feet were flat on the bed. Sophie absently realized the scene had changed again; finding she was in the playhouse once more. She kept her position, giving the girl a clear view of the trimmed patch of hair between her legs; her flat tummy and prominent mound. Sophie smiled down her body at the girl�s face, noticing that softness had materialized to take away the woodenness of the girl�s features. She looked vaguely familiar.

The girl mounted her and Sophie released her hold on the girl�s sex. Sophie laid there, eyes closed. She felt the girl position herself between her legs, parting her lips with a deft touch of her young sex as she slid across Sophie�s own. Sophie gasped as the girl once again found her clit, striking sparks in her soul as the two of them shared an embrace more intimate that anything Sophie had known before. She felt thin bony hands grab the cheeks of her ass, pull her upward until she was completely joined with the girl.

The girl writhed with her, deep and fast; friction and sensuality bringing Sophie closer to a sudden orgasm. Sophie tightened up, not wanting this; feeling the arousal spilling over despite her attempts to keep it back.

The girl slapped her face. Sophie�s eyes shot open like windows in an earthquake. Tears filled the grayish depths of them.

�Don�t do that to me,� the girl warned. �Don�t hold yourself back� let go.�

�I�I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to,� Sophie whispered, wondering and suddenly confused at the change.

The girl seemed to fuse with her then, opened to Sophie in a way that Sophie couldn�t put words to. Their pussies were joined, the heat building slowly, the sensual feel of flesh sliding across flesh, mingled need and passion colliding. Sophie closed her eyes and let herself be taken up by the girl�s passion, hoping that it would wipe away her confusion.

She moved with the girl, opened to her in turn. The first orgasm began to insinuate itself into Sophie�s system, like a small flame that grows in a clump of brush. The fire spread and she went weak, her stomach aflutter.

The girl ground into her, pleased that Sophie had finally found the warmth she had hoped to find.

When Sophie climaxed, the girl held her tightly. The girl increased her movements, her grinding and thrusting taking on a life of its own; wanting it for herself now that Sophie had been gratified even this much. She took Sophie faster and faster until she could no longer stem the tide of her own pleasure.

Sophie felt the girl climax against her; felt her shudder and burst like an abused pi�ata at a birthday party.

�Oh, Amber,� Sophie moaned aloud, mistaking the apparition�s face for that of her recent and impromptu dream lover. She yelled as the face morphed and the body once again turned into a doll-like mannequin, liquid brown eyes glaring.

Sophie shuddered then, climaxing once more; just as the girl�s passion was subsiding. She thought she heard her name being called over and over again�...