Sapphic Erotica Festival - Beach Encounter

Original version "Firsts for Two" by Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2000 This is a rewrite by Alessia Gerini and PeeJ (c) 2002 Any spelling, grammar or any other errors are PeeJ's, not mine. Don't blame me, blame him. You can contact him at . . . oh, well, never mind! {ff, first, rom, true} POV: Amy, 1st person, past tense. Beach Encounter ONE I had moved to Shoalwater Bay a few weeks previously and, after helping my mom and dad unpack all the boxes and arrange the furniture, I had wandered down to the nearby beach. Not having any friends in my newfound surroundings, I was a little apprehensive about the immediate future, and how I would get on in Australia. One day I spotted a girl of about fifteen, my own age, jogging along the white beach sand. At this short distance I could see she had an angelic face and a nice body, and I wondered who she was. I hung about on the beach kicking up the sand as I watched the figure jogging away from me. I wondered if the girl would return. I paddled my feet in the shallow water and retreated as little waves threatened to wet me. The water was quite cold. I kept glancing in the direction the girl had gone and then noticed that someone was coming back along the beach. I kept my eyes on the approaching figure until it became apparent that it was the same girl. As she drew closer she gave me a smile of recognition that I quickly returned. The girl called out in a cheerful but deep well-modulated voice, "Hi, you new around here? " I smiled and replied in a similarly cheery voice, "Yeah, I'm new here." The other girl detected my Canadian accent straight off. "Well, you're a long way from home, aren't you?" she enquired. "Right again. You Aussies are quick," I quipped and grinned back. Laughing she said, "Yeah, we are. Mind if I crash here for a bit?" "Sure. Are you on a vacation or do you live close-by?" "I'm on school holidays and I live only a couple of blocks away; how about you?" "Me too, I've just moved in, two houses down there. We've come here from Vancouver, Canada." I pointed at our really nice cottage, one typical of the beachfront area. "Oh, right, you're not a yank then," she laughed and continued, "I hope you like it here. You're really handy for the beach. Do you run or swim much?" "Sure, both. By the way, my name's Amy." "And mine's Alessia. Good to meet you." As we chatted I noticed Alessia looking me over, just as I was doing my own checking out. Alessia was a bit taller at about five-foot-seven and had a fuller figure but really trim and athletic. Her shoulder-length hair was a reddish brown that looked great against her slight mid-winter tan, with a good but slim figure and looked fit too. I had brown hair and then stood five-foot-six inches tall. We had hit it off on sight. It was the beginning of the mid-year, winter school holidays and it was one of those sunny, warm winter days Shoalwater Bay sometimes has in July, and that I was to enjoy for about two-and-a-half years. When I looked back on it, I remember that day fondly. I had met a girl who was to be in my class at the local school. She was fit and intelligent too, and, just like me, one of the tops of her class. She was a nerd by North American standards and probably not into drugs or anything like that. But she was very friendly; indeed, I found her to be beautiful, natural and feminine. By the end of our chat on that first day Alessia had invited me to go over to listen to music at her home. "Come on over to my place and I'll ask if it's okay. You can meet my mom 'n' dad, too," I said. We went and met my mom, and after her being charmed by Alessia and checking with Alessia's mom, I went over that evening. I took care not overdress but didn't want to be too casual either. After going through my wardrobe several times I chose sneakers, jeans and a nice blouse. I topped that off with a denim jacket and pale dusty pink lipstick to match my blouse, and pretty underwear that for some inexplicable reason I had felt compelled to wear. I really did want to favourably impress Alessia and her folks. TWO Looking back on it, that evening was lovely. Alessia and her folks were so friendly. We played our favourite CDs in Alessia's bedroom, talked heaps about Canada and Australia. About all sorts of interesting things we both liked. We started jogging and hanging out a lot together, like going to the movies and stuff like that. That way I met quite a few of the local kids that Alessia knew. Some time later, after going home to Canada I fondly remembered those holidays, swimming in the backyard pool at Alessia's, lying in the warm sun on the good days. Alessia, and even her mother, hardly ever wore a top when swimming in the pool at her place but covered themselves with a towel as soon as they got out. At first, I couldn't bring myself to take mine off. The trauma I'd been through might have put me off, I don't know. It might have been my upbringing -- that's the most likely explanation. At first, I thought they were a bit weird, lovely, but strange. After a couple of weeks, though, I was taking the semi-nudity for granted. Come to think of it I decided I liked it. To me it was naughty but nice to be able to just look at my friend like that, without feeling shame or guilt. Alessia's mom too, had given me no reason to feel uncomfortable, and I liked her very much. Adriana, Alessia's mom, was very pleasant and natural with me. Neither of them suggested that I should follow their lead and get topless for a swim. Alessia had introduced me to her friends at school who teased me about my accent, but mostly they had accepted me without any real problems. My basketball prowess had especially impressed everybody interested in the game, and I quickly became one of the starting five in the under sixteen-school team. Alessia wasn't all that good at basketball but loved playing the game and as the second tallest girl in the team, she got some court time too. Anyway I digress; at the time I mused about just how close the two of us had become in the five weeks since we met. I missed my B.C. friends and Vancouver, but in so many ways, meeting Alessia had softened that wrench. I had come to Australia to avoid splitting the family, not just because my father had been offered a good job here. One of my uncles had raped me, but had been caught by my mom after I had wriggled free of the hand with which he had gagged me, and I had screamed blue murder. I had hated that attempt by him to gag me more than anything else I could remember: I hated him so much it hurt. The family had not wanted the police and courts involved, so when the company's Australian job and been offered around, my dad had taken it. That sleaze got off and I was pissed off with the lot of them. Even if my folks believed me I thought they should have dragged him through the courts. I didn't hate them for not taking it further. I understood why but couldn't agree. At least he got a good hiding from my dad and uncles. THREE After a few weeks at school we were really tight buddies and did everything together, studied, played, flirted with boys - just everything; we were best friends. I was crazy about her and loved being with her. One Saturday Alessia invited me over for the day, not for the first time, but it was new to sleep over. I was excited when Alessia told me her folks would not be there for much of the time. To have her all to myself for a whole day and night sounded fabulous to me. I agreed, of course, and turned up at eight-thirty in the morning to find that Alessia's dad was working up town in the city, and that Alessia's mom was going to town to do some shopping and then they were to meet friends at the airport, then go to a restaurant. They wouldn't be back until very late. We knew they were not going to be around until way after midnight. When I arrived that morning, Alessia's mum, dressed in a wrap-around sarong, let me in and called Alessia. She had just walked out of the bathroom, totally nude, in full view of the kitchen where I had been taken. She called out, "Come down here to my bedroom, Amy." She turned, towel in hand, winding it around her head and beckoned me. It was done so naturally, and being unused to such open nudity, I didn't know whether to be embarrassed, look away, or quite what and just stood there watching that gorgeous body until it disappeared though the doorway to her bedroom. My family was not prudish, but they were not so openly naked around our house. It was only in the bathroom that nudity was commonplace, and not that abnormal within my family but not elsewhere in our house. Adriana told me to go on down to Alessia's room. Not knowing what else to do, I followed and found Alessia standing by her dressing table in a pair of black Rio bikini panties with the towel still around her head. Alessia was going through a small pile of CD's looking for her favourite band, 'The Sweet Blue Midnight's', a Western Australian Jazz/Blues group. My eyes could not tear themselves off Alessia and that was not like me at all. Yet I was drawn by her sensuality. I had been taught not to stare, but she was as totally unconcerned by her nudity as her mom had seemed to be. My guilty feelings at staring eased considerably even though I knew she had noticed it. Somehow Alessia's offhanded manner relieved my embarrassment, if that's what it was, but I felt something different, something intangible. Something new, something disturbing - I was having odd feelings for my friend. I had been right in my assessment of her height, but Alessia's breasts at thirty-six C were much fuller than my own perky, upturned thirty-four B cups, but I was still filling out. In fact, Alessia's figure was just about perfect in my eyes. She was gorgeous! I found her exciting seeing her nude in her bedroom. Only her and me - I thought she was sexy - but I was getting feelings other girls say they got about boys. I couldn't deny it - it was a strong feeling, but Alessia was definitely not a boy! Ever since my uncle had half raped me I'd really gone off boys a lot. It worried me that I had boy-type feelings for Alessia. It terrified me! It was supposed to be wrong! What would she do or say if she found me out? Alessia found the CD she wanted, put it in the player, turned it on, adjusted the volume, and turning to me, said, "See if you like this. It's new." Then she said when she saw me looking, "Oh, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, we are naturists here, and even though we only met a few weeks ago, I feel like I've known you forever. I did tell you didn't I?" "Yes, you did but in all these weeks I've only seen you in the change-room at school. Not so close like this." I tried to act naturally but it was disturbing. I wanted to touch her. But I couldn't do that . . . not only would it have been wrong, Alessia might have totally freaked out - then what? "And you are embarrassed? You've seen me by the pool, haven't you ?" "Yeah, I have too. You really have a great body and gorgeous boobs. Do you mind me saying that?" God, what did I hear myself say? That wasn't me - it was the naughty little girl imp who sits on my shoulder telling me to do or say dumb, stupid things - tell her to shut her face! "No, I like it. And I bet your boobs are fabulous too." "Not like those," said that little imp girl on my shoulder - although the words came from my mouth. I blushed excitedly; I'd said something dumb again. My eyes were drawn to her body once again. I kept sneaking looks at her boobs and not just checking sizes with mine. I knew it was wrong the way I felt. She was my best friend, nothing more. What would she think of me if she thought I wanted - wanted what? My mind refused to even put into silent words my sub-conscious thoughts. My emotions for her scared me; thoroughly petrified me. That little bitch on my shoulder knew what was at the back of my mind, but for once, I kept her lewd mouth shut. FOUR From the bedroom I looked out over the pool to see Adriana, Alessia's mom, come through the door from her bedroom and dive into the pool, stark naked! I watched fascinated. Adriana had such a beautiful, slight body, firm with perky upturned boobs and upward pointing nipples; even her pussy was bikini shaved in a triangle, and she was in her mid-thirties and had hardly any boob droop. I watched her swim around for a few minutes. Wow, my mom's good looking, but Adriana was 'drop dead' gorgeous for a mom of a fifteen-year-old. Alessia joined her at the window wearing only her Rio bikini panties, "She is lovely, huh?" Alessia put her arm around my shoulder saying, "Let's join her. It's a gorgeous sunny day." I immediately became very aware of Alessia's smooth, cool arm and hand touching me; it felt good, very good. "But I didn't bring my bikini's," I said, wondering if I really could get naked in front of these two. Just as if Alessia had read my thoughts she said, "C'mon, I dare you. Come in without them." That little girl on my shoulder suddenly blurted out through my mouth, "Oh, heck, why not. You're on!" I felt a quiver of trepidation and a really odd excitement start deep within me. I had now committed myself, but only to let Alessia and maybe Adriana see me, nothing else. Alessia grabbed the body lotion that included sun block, and was waiting for me by the door just as her mom got out, grabbed her towel and started drying herself. Rather tentatively I took off my shirt and skirt while Alessia urged me to hurry, although what the rush was for, I had no idea. To undress like this was like doing a strip tease for Alessia; it felt so strange, but also it felt sensual. But for the little tart on my shoulder the whole scene was erotic and naughty. Beneath everything I was enjoying it, albeit, with my upbringing and background I knew it to be wrong and I didn't doubt it. It was also very challenging for me; I was so timid and anxious, but my mind and body were responding to this weird behaviour I'd started. Alessia was watching me but apparently thought nothing of it at all, but for me the modesty I had been taught and knew as the norm, made this an anathema. Well perhaps that was too strong but definitely not the done thing. Such intimacy was very new to me and I was trembling; no, it wasn't fear anymore; not anything I understood; but I felt aroused. No, not that, well yes damn it, it was, but why aroused? The warming, fuzzy feeling at the pit of my stomach was unmistakable, and my nipples were hardening embarrassingly. The little tart on my shoulder was now taking over my conscious mind. "Damn it Alessia, its cold." "Nah, it's not. Its sunny and warm here." Alessia replied turning to look straight at me. "Oh, I see why you think so," said Alessia grinning. "You look fabulous like that, WOW! Very sexy." she teased, but I consciously sensed something I had not felt about her before. I couldn't put words to it. Though I was now as sure as I could be of my attraction to her, but was she feeling like I did? I had no idea. I now think maybe it was not the first time I had felt attracted to a girl either, but never to one who had become like a sister, and not with someone I had got to know so intimately. I had simply dismissed the feelings before as aberrant - awful nightmarish fantasies, but was what I felt awful? The little tart said, "No." Adriana calling to Alessia, broke the awkward moment, "I've left some bread and cold chicken for your lunch but you could get a pizza for dinner tonight or there's braised steak and veggies you could nuke in the microwave?" "Um, can Amy stay?" yelled Alessia. "Yes, sure, there is plenty." "Well, please ring her mum to ask if it's Okay?" called Alessia. "Okay," came the reply. After a quick phone conversation Adriana called out, "That's fine girls; behave yourselves. I've got my mobile phone if you need anything. I'll leave some money for a pizza!" Adriana laughed. Alessia called "Wait a sec," and ran down to hug and peck her mom good-bye on the cheek to thank her. FIVE We were to be alone for the whole day and evening; possibly all night. We went out poolside and I quickly dived in wearing only my panties, Alessia slipping off her Rio's, had a quick swim, and then lay on one of the pool-side lounges, this time stark naked. I swam a bit longer then sat next to Alessia, drying myself holding my towel around me. I looked at Alessia lying there with her eyes shut, completely uncovered. I noticed that Alessia shaved her bikini line. It was not much more than a one-inch strip that finished just before disappearing between her legs. I wondered if she shaved right underneath. Then I too lay back on my lounge pushed up next to Alessia's. I slipped the towel down my body and lay half naked next to her. I felt impish, free, fresh and sexy. Alessia pushed herself up on an elbow and saw me with only the towel covering me from the waist down to mid thigh. She didn't make a big drama out of it, but a smile decorated her face. She said, "You feel comfy like that? She continued, "Good, 'cause you look great. Beaut' boobs and a great bod' - you'll pull 'em in honey." Before I collected my brain's numbed thoughts she asked me to rub the lotion on her back. In a sort of daze I remembered the rush that hit me as I smoothed the lotion on her soft, muscled back. I felt flushed and hot and that tingling in my lower tummy returned. I was glad Alessia was face down and her head sideways with her eyes closed, where she couldn't see me blushing. My little imp was in her element. Alessia told me later that she too went all 'funny', but loved my hands on her so much she didn't want me to stop. Alessia rolled over and sat up to put the lotion on her legs and front. Her nipples were proudly erect and she quipped, "Yep, it is cold isn't it," looking at herself. Not that she needed to look; I could tell her breasts were telling her, in no uncertain terms, that she was aroused by my touch. It was the first time I had seen her even close to being embarrassed. I thought that was so spine-tingling that I could do that to my friend but also really weird. I didn't know what to think of it so, to the tart's disgust, I changed the subject. "Yeah, I told you that a while ago. What about me, it's okay if I get burned is it?" I scolded her light-heartedly. "Okay, okay, where do you want it?" "On my back, of course, where else?" "Just asking," said Alessia with a smile, "Roll over then." Alessia had been lying face up bearing all to anybody who looked, but it was only me that could have seen her. I did, of course, look at her much to my tart's delight - I imagined her sitting there grinning, but of course she was the devilish imp in my mind taking me over. And I was weakening to her. I said, "Can't someone walk in the front door?" "Nope, it's dead bolted; can't get around the sides of the house either. We have fixed this area so nobody can see or get in." Alessia squirted the lotion on and took ages too cover my back. I remembered that I found that massage so erotic that I pretended I had gone to sleep. My nipples were so hard after that and my panties were wet but not from the pool. My body had felt the 'electricity' of Alessia's palms on me and it had sent my mind reeling, in a way I loved, but did not yet fully grasp. I lay next to Alessia wondering further about my feelings. They were more than the love of one's best friend. This was a different kind of love. It must be like I knew her mom and dad were in love, but Alessia was a girl - there was no escaping that fact! Could I be 'in love' with my best friend? Could this be? Not me. No, not me. I'm not like that - it's wrong no matter how it's put, but I did love Alessia, I knew it and I still wanted to touch her. I was scared of this. What if Alessia freaked out? What then, oh, god what would she do? Dump on me for sure, she'd kick me out, tell everyone at school. To just tell her might be disastrous, but damn it, I did love her and I wanted to show her how much, but I didn't how. I contemplated my dilemma, my feelings muddled. I tried to deny what, by now, I knew had to be true. The devil on my shoulder urged me to follow my instincts, not social conventions. A great help she was NOT! In the meanwhile we both lay in silence for ages, I didn't know what to say. Eventually she offered me a cool drink that I immediately accepted. When she'd gone inside, I finished putting the lotion on my front and had just finished and covered my rock-hard nipples with the towel as Alessia reappeared with two glasses of juice. "Have you tried this, it's orange and mango." "No, I haven't," I said, "It's great, especially with Cointreau and ice. It's popular with my parent's friends at our cocktail parties." "You mean like when my folks came over last Saturday night?" I said smiling. "Yeah, they seemed to enjoy themselves," said Alessia, and she continued, "I was handing out drinks and hor d'oeuves. I love those parties; I get to wear a real sexy dress. I'll show you later." Alessia finished her drink and went inside changing the radio station to get the week's Top 40. "Hey, Amy, have you ever seen Playboy or some of those kind of magazines - and read the hot stories they have?" "Well, um . . . er, I . . . but, yeah. I found a pile in the folk's bedroom when we were back home. I read some, why?" I guessed in hindsight that Alessia had decided to see just how I would react to sexy stuff. She wanted to see if I felt like she did. I think she too felt confused, nervous and unsettled, but not like I was, but of course I'm guessing. Later, reflecting on it, I am sure Alessia had started looking for opportunities to test me. "I found some here too; I read them. Do you wanna have a look? I think I do." I grinned at Alessia, thinking about how I fantasised and masturbated to quite intense orgasms after reading some of the stories and looking at the girls. "Um . . . okay, if you want to." "Only if you do too." said Alessia, "I've already said I'd like to." "Okay, then. Thanks." Alessia went inside, coming back out a couple of minutes later with several copies, and handed one to me. I knew it had a lesbian story in it as I had seen it before, and guessed Alessia did too. I said nothing, wanting to re-read it anyway. This one was about a sixteen-year-old girl babysitter who seduces the mother of a young teenager, and an eleven-year-old she had already seduced. Alessia opened one and idly flicked through it admiring the girls, glancing at me, no doubt watching for any reaction. Then another as I studied the magazine saying nothing except a few "Oh, my god's." The tension in me grew. I was feeling hornier and hornier, especially as Alessia's nipples had been somewhat erect for a while. After half an hour or so I closed the magazine and blurted out, "Phew, hot. Can I have another drink Ale, maybe with some of that Cointreau you said they liked?" "Yeah, you naughty girl. Anything in that one: you took your time reading it?" Alessia got up to get their drinks, "I'm gonna have one too." I said with a hint, "Yeah, there was one story I liked. About a babysitter." We had both sampled our parent's alcoholic drinks before, and had confided in each other a while before about this. Alessia poured out a good two fingers in each glass with a couple of big ice cubes, topping them with the juice from the fridge. Alessia carried them back to her doorway overlooking the pool. I guessed my panties were wet in my groin. Feeling embarrassed I decided to dive in the pool to cover my damp patch. "Come into my room. That's too much sun for you; you'll get sunburn, " chirped Alessia, just as I hit the water and coming up at the other end of the pool. My panties' elastic couldn't keep them up, leaving them down below my knees and left me not knowing whether to try to pull them up or to remove them entirely. Alessia laughed, "Leave them off now, silly. I'll find a dry pair for you. C'mon inside." "Damn it," I thought to myself, but I held the wet panties covering myself, and to save my embarrassment, ran round the pool to Alessia's room. Alessia had gone to the shower to wash off the pool chemicals, stepping out as I entered. "I'll blow dry my hair while you wash yours," said Alessia; I obliged. When I had towel dried my hair, Alessia handed me my drink to me and took the wet panties to the clothes drier. "I'll put these in the dryer. Hey, do you want to try my hostess dress on now?" "Like this? Nude?" "Sure, why not, you can't wear a bra under it anyway," retorted Alessia grinning wildly. We both drank a good swallow of our drinks. "Um.. aaah, yeah, okay." I was excited; Alessia got what she called her hostess dress off its hanger. It was getting a bit small for her, Alessia had said, but it would be a little big for me but not by much. Alessia spread out the dress leaving the waist open for me to step into, "Okay, stand in here and pull it up, I'll do up the zipper and the hook and eye for you." I put my right leg through and stood up then followed it with my left leg. Alessia and I pulled it up gently; Alessia did up the choker neck and the zipper. It fitted quite well. "Now a toast to the sexiest looking fifteen-year-old spunkiest chick in the world," said Alessia, clinking her glass on mine, and taking a good swig of her drink, I followed suit. "Aah . . . " We both exclaimed! "God, Amy, you look fabulous; put on the shoes I wear, they'll fit nicely." Alessia kneeled down and got the shoes for me, and holding her shoulder for balance I slipped my feet in. My creamy slim legs slipped out through the slits up the sides of the full-length skirt, which, to me, looked great. The dress was open a little down to the waist, leading down from a choker-collared neck, which fastened behind with two hooks and eyes. The zipper started well over halfway down the back. Alessia stood up slightly to my left, her beasts nearly touching me. Her gorgeous face not more the six inches from mine. I turned from the mirror towards her. She had gripped my waist for balance as I raised my arms up to hold the collar. Our eyes met and we held eye contact. I melted as she held her face in my space. I thought she was about to kiss me. I had looked at her rather full lips; they looked delicious. My imp had told me to lean closer and kiss her. But I couldn't bring myself to actually do it: I was so tense, almost petrified but excited in a way incomprehensible to me. I looked at her lips again. Oh, god, they were parted slightly and full, and pink, and just a little shiny with a dampness. Her breath seemed to cover my face with a delicate film of sensuousness. Did I want to kiss her? Did I? Before I could answer the thought she spoke softly, "Turn around and I'll check it's on properly." I watched her sensuous mouth move as her sweet breath wafted across my face. My knees weakened and trembled as I dragged my eyes from her face as I turned away from her. Then her fingers touched me as she fiddled with the collar followed by the zip. She was trembling, I distinctly felt her hands shake. Even her breathing had become uneven and faster. She was so close but seemed a mile away; but I could sense her presence. It filled me; it kept me spellbound. I was completely under her magical charm. Her breath swept around my neck carrying me to a unworldly place where I'd never been but loved as she said, "Okay, now take a walk but take care in those shoes." Did I still want to kiss her? I didn't get to think about it as she guided me towards the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked out heading down the passageway, wobbling on the high heels, carrying my drink. Alessia followed, ready to catch me if I fell. I headed for the full-length mirror I'd seen near the front door. Alessia caught up with me and held my hips telling me to take slow, shorter steps and not sway my hips so much. Oh, my god, she was touching my hips again, it was wonderful. Alessia said, "Come back to my room, Amy, I'll do your hair and put a bit of makeup on you." "But I wanna see me." "I've a full length mirror in my bedroom. You'll sprain an ankle if you fall." "Oh, all right," I said taking the last of my drink. My hands had become sweaty. I was in heaven on earth. My imp had come back and sensitised my body. Alessia's hands were like magic on me. Alessia finished hers too. "Another drink Amy? I'll risk my folks catching me." "Yeah, okay. It's good stuff that." "Okay, stay there. It'll only take a second." "Right. I'm not planning on leaving just yet," I laughed. We were both feeling good and uninhibited as the Cointreau took effect. SIX Alessia mixed the drinks then guided me back down to her bedroom. "Okay, stand here." "Okay." As we chatted about the music, Alessia dried my hair using her dryer. She brushed it dry and silky smooth. She pulled a ponytail up and slipped a loop of my hair through a pretty silk scrunchie, setting my hair high on my head. Then she put on a touch of eye shadow to match the dress's deep purple, finishing my face off with eyeliner pencil and a slightly mauve lipstick. We both sipped on our drinks while Alessia was busy fussing with me. Alessia touching me had made me feel wonderful and close to her. The hot fuzzy feelings I had for her had strengthened further, and I just wanted to hold her. Alessia's attention had stirred me in what seemed to me a love I couldn't have imagined possible for anybody, especially my best friend. Weird I thought, but was it really? The imp on my shoulder said it was great and that being touched by Alessia was just fine and so were my feelings for my friend. As the imp hadn't been wrong today I now trusted her. For most of this time Alessia was standing in front of me, wearing just the Rio's that she had slipped on when giving me a dry pair of old panties. By the time she had finished fixing me up, I was almost mesmerised by the firm breasts swaying so close to me. I was wet again, and I caught Alessia's delectable aroma wafting through the air. I was aroused. Alessia pulled the sliding door across and moved behind me. I gasped at my image in the mirror on the door. Even if I said so myself, I looked twenty and fit to kill. I walked slowly from side to side, my slim but well-shaped legs showing above mid thigh. My slightly puffy areolae had shrunk, but my nipples were bursting proudly erect, throbbing unmercifully, and sending signals to my pussy that I was unable to ignore. I swayed and bent over to see if my creamy boobs could be seen through that long, but not that wide vee-shaped open front. On a few occasions I could see all but my nipples. This sight I had found exciting whereas before this morning I would have been terrified. The soft cloth on my breasts felt great against my skin. My areolae and nipples rubbed on the cloth exciting them. "Oh, god, it's so sexy," I exclaimed excitedly, laughing nervously with Alessia trying not to notice the arousal that was plainly written on my flushed face. I did notice that she was bit flushed also. Had she seen my boobs in side the dress. There is something that I find elicit and thrilling about seeing something I wasn't supposed to. Was Alessia like me this way? After more than a few minutes I came down a little and Alessia said that I needed to be careful with the dress, and so perhaps that was enough, as she had another 'little dress' to try if I wanted to. "Oh, do I have to?" "Yes, please," insisted Alessia. "I can't risk it getting damaging. I'll help you take it off," Alessia said, moving behind me again as she took a last look in the mirror. "Okay, take it off, honey." Alessia put her hands on my neck while undoing the hooks on the choker neck; I could feel she was trembling. I stiffened at her touch, while she managed to run the back of her hand down my spine. Then lower and holding the zipper tag, and ensuring her hand stayed in contact with my back, she gently pressed the back of her fingers onto my spine and slowly pulled it down. I nearly screamed in delirium at the feeling of sexual electricity generated within me, but I didn't realise what I was experiencing. I did know that it was breathtaking and caused by Alessia's hand. My eyes were closed, while goose bumps sent shivers all through me. I shrugged off the dress and let it fall. Alessia put her hands on my hips, very softly brushing her lips back and forth over my bare neck, and breathing over me. I sighed deeply, "Oh, Alessia, I love you," I whispered so softly as I slipped off the shoes, kicking them into the wardrobe. Alessia snapped out of her dream, stammering, "G . . . god, Amy I . . . I'm sorry . . . I . . . didn't mean to upset . . . y . . . ." Then I think my words hit her. She looked wide-eyed into the mirror - a frightened look. My eyes looked intently back at her, my eyes a little glazed, "Oh, Amy, please . ..?" her voice railing off as I closed my eyes sexily. Alessia whispered, "Love you?" "Oh, god, Ale. . . yes, yes, god I thought I would die if you had . . . freaked out. I do love you too," my voice trailing off. I had now said it to her, my love, and she's said she loves me. Alessia's eyes softened to a dreamy look and she smiled at me. I returned her smile somewhat sheepishly. Alessia kissed my neck, here, there, everywhere and it was so good. She said afterwards I tasted like a princess should, my aroma exhilarating, and my skin incredibly soft. She slid her hands around my taut tummy. I rejoiced in her softness. He intense sensations made me quiver in enchantment. By holding me her breasts pressed into my back. "Oh, my god, I had no idea." whispered Alessia breathily in my ear as I felt her hard nipples on my hot skin. I took Alessia's hands in mine, holding them to me for a while, then I moved her hands upwards, guiding them. "Neither did I, neither did I; god you feel great," I purred quietly to my Alessia. Alessia was still kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel our bare legs touching. Glorious, she's glorious, I marvelled. My skin where it touched her felt like nothing I'd ever felt before, it was so soft but sent my knees trembling, weak. Weird but so astonishing and magnificent. She gently sucked on my ear lobe, breathing into it saying, "I love you, Amy, you're wonderful." I had slowly been guiding Alessia's hands upwards and now I had her hands at my breasts. I pressed Alessia's hands to cup me; she must have heard me suck in a lung full of air. The sensation for us both was exhilarating. We "Oooed" together, my passion rising rapidly. Alessia found her thumbs over my proud, hard nipples. She stroked them lightly, eventually and inadvertently pressing them onto her forefingers, where she rolled them between her fingers. The feelings I received from Alessia were extraordinary. My emotions had me soaring across a shimmering sea of love and desire. I sighed, the sound coming from deep within me, an almost animal-like sound, slightly startling Alessia. I loved Alessia feeling my breasts, stroking and rolling my long, thin hard nipples. The pleasure it conveyed was incredible and for Alessia it must have been gratifying to hear my moans of delight when she gave them little tugs. The sensations were unbelievable. I didn't want her to stop - ever. "Alessia, I had no idea you, you a girl, could do this to me. I have never thought of loving a girl till you . . . oh, yes, the girls in the mag did this stuff. I . . . I got wet thinking . . . of you," I panted but continued, "Please, Alessia . . . I . . . was taught this is wrong, we should, must stop . . . " "I will if you want to, but I don't want to stop," Alessia whispered in my ear taking her hands away. That tortured me. I needed her hands back where they had been, felt so wonderful. I didn't want her to stop - that was my rational conscious talking. My imp told her to piss off, no chance! Quivering with desire, I turned to face her, she looked wonderful but very apprehensive - tears were forming in her eyes. Her face ashen and she looked into my eyes. Unable to contain my concerns I threw my arms around her neck to pacify her; to hold her closely as the tears ran down her cheeks. "Oh, god, my sweet Alessia, I can't stop." I started crying too. I managed to murmur almost incoherently, "Don't want to stop, I'm not strong enough to stop now though I know I should, I love you!" "Will it be forever for you? No turning back, I will love you forever," Alessia breathed, and the poignancy wasn't missed. Alessia's hands went to my hips. I revelled at the feel of her silky-smooth hands once more. I retorted, "I hope so but I want you, I don't care. It feels so wonderful, it can't be wrong." "I don't know. I don't know, but it's gorgeous being with you like this," Alessia said taking my face in her hands making eye contact again. We were so close, two, perhaps three inches apart. And my urge to kiss her was imperative. I moved in to brush her lips softly at first, but soon our tongues met and we kissed passionately. Our tongues were seeking out each other's, quickly intertwining. We broke for a moment, lips kissing again, mouths and tongues seeking, probing, and sucking joyously. It was mystical; magic personified. My mind, body and spirit were as free as the sea breeze but bound in a web of gossamer love. Alessia's hands feeling my hot skin aroused me beyond belief. I felt myself getting wet in the groin, and the feeling of Alessia's soft skin all over my front, pressing breasts to breasts, was sending my blood rushing. My heart beat faster, and quickened my breathing. I noticed Alessia was breathing faster and then she bit my shoulder hard, but not so that she drew blood - the pain delighted me. It felt like pure passion on Alessia's part - I briefly wondered if she knew what she'd done. I panted, "Harder, harder, bite me, suck me, kiss me." I did not let my arms slip from Alessia's neck; I jumped up wrapping my legs around her hips. I leaped out of the dress, leaving it on the floor behind me. I pushed her back towards her double bed, slowly I slid down her body; Alessia kept biting my chest lustfully and playfully. She tried to hold my smooth, taut buttocks but was losing the battle. While I started suckling, kissing and nibbling on Alessia's right breast, areole and nipple I gradually slid towards the floor. Alessia started throwing her head from side to side, morning, "Ohh, jeez, god, suck there, suck them off, it's fabulous, so hot, do it Amy, do it to me." At this point both of us lost control and any remaining inhibitions, both of us lusting after each other. Alessia slumped backwards onto her bed, her breasts flattening out and lolling sideways. She dragged me on top. I gorged on the two full breasts each in turn, kneading and squeezing the breast not being suckled or nibbled. Alessia was being ravished; she threw her head back and from side to side in a delirious frenzy of exquisite joy. "Oh, Amy, oh, yes, yes, ooh," Alessia squealed. She groaned aloud and threw herself at my inexpert, but highly charged mouth and tongue. Alessia pulled me up over her, and holding me up took my breast into her mouth and sucked hard, very hard. I squealed in surprise and delight, my face flushed, watching as Alessia took it in to her mouth, all of it, until I felt teeth in my chest, a tongue swirling over and around my breast and my hard nipples, the sensation magnificently sending me into a lustful desire I'd never thought possible. "Oh, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, my god. Alessia, you're so hot, god, I love it. Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, yes, yes." I put my hands on the bed, taking my weight, twisting my body from side to side as Alessia switched breasts. Then I pulled my knee up, next to and touching her sides, followed by the other straddling her. Raising myself on my knees, I moved myself slowly back and forth, rubbing my bare, wet pussy against Alessia's mound. We instinctively arched towards each other, eyes glazing over again, our breathing rasping in ever shortening gasps. As if the two of us were one, as Alessia lifted her hips I grabbed her panties and pulled them down. My panties were similarly pulled down. Each of us reaching and ridding ourselves of our now annoying underclothes. Erotically grinding our bellies and mounds together, both of us were sent into a sort of prone, erotic belly dance. The sensations, as we forced ourselves onto each other were never to be forgotten. Sweat dripped from me, it trickled down between my breasts. Alessia too, had droplets of sweat forming all over her. We both glistened in the late morning light, our breathing coming in even shorter bursts. I thought my weight on her mons could make her come. I felt her body stiffening, burning hot, and I sensed she was about to get off into a totally, mind blowing orgasm. All she could say was, "Shit, Amy, Amy, Ohhhh!" I lifted myself off her asking, "Can I kiss you? Like down there, like the girls in the mag?" Alessia would have agreed to anything. I would have bet millions she was aching to come, but this was out of a dream, she nodded, weakly grinning, "Ooh, yes, Amy, yes." I slithered down Alessia, licking off the salty sweat. As I passed over her belly button, I gave it an especially good licking, twirling my tongue around it, in it. Alessia was already wildly excited, and I was teasing her. Naive I might have been but I wanted to watch my love enjoy everything I did to her. Alessia was begging me, "Ohhh, please, please, Amy." I pushed myself between Alessia's legs moving my face and tongue to nuzzle her soft thighs. The aroma of a woman's love lubricant, the musky aroma compellingly drawing me to it, filled my nostrils. My lover let me into her inner private sanctum by opening her knees for me. My wet lips grazed her labia to be greeted by the smooth, hairless skin of her pussy. I was surprised by the smoothness, the silkiness of her pussy. I ran my hands down her inner thighs, feeling them, caressing them. The firm muscular thighs with the tendons barely stretched, but were so beautifully taut under my hand. The skin was wonderfully warm and flawless. Alessia groaned long, but softly, and started noticeably shaking. She had grabbed the sheets in her fists and was pulling on them. Unsure of myself, but desperately wanting to taste Alessia and then to bring her to an ultimate climax, I ran my lips and tongue up and down her labia. The taste was scrumptious, indescribable. The feeling of her arching, shaking and groaning, gave me confidence. How anyone's pussy juices could taste so wonderful, had never occurred to me before. I just knew Alessia's juice did taste delectable, and I wanted it. More, much more! But my inexperience made me scared of rejection, scared of being too . . . jeez, I didn't know what, scared of something, something forbidden. However, I did wanted; Alessia had done nothing but indicate she loved me and what I was doing. I ran my tongue down Alessia's pussy lips all the way along her slit, Then into the inner lips. Then I was inside her. Alessia squirmed, "Oh, shit, god, Amy, yes, yes, god yes." My face, wet with her juices, drove my tongue deeply into her. The moaning became louder. Her hips pushed against my tongue and face hesitantly, yet surely, slowly thrusting. There was no doubt in my mind anymore, I loved Alessia's cries and movements. I was giving Alessia extreme pleasure with the ultimate to come. I swirled my tongue inside deeply, pulling back then deep again, sucking hard all the time; Alessia's juices flowing quicker, were getting lapped and sucked up by a greedy me and I loved doing this to her: to give her pleasure was wonderful. Alessia cried out, "Amy, god, god, you're fantastic, get me, please, Amy, make me come. I gotta come! " I pulled back a little to look up at Alessia's lusting, loving, begging face. It was contorted with unbridled passion. Alessia had got herself onto her elbows to watch but had thrown herself about with her eyes shut, and hadn't seen much. Again my tongue slipped into and through Alessia's labia to tease out her clitoris, to find it throbbing, thrust out of its sheath, and as big and hard as a dried bean. As she touched it with her tongue, she gruffly gasped from deep within. I flicked it three, four times and sucked it as hard as I could, scrapping my teeth over it. It was right at that moment that she lost it. Her body stiffened in an exquisite spasm, and slammed her into an ongoing orgasm. She had exploded, squirting her orgasmic juices into, and all over my face. Lights blazing, body twitching, mountainous waves crashing through her mind and body, as I hung on until she fell back with a final groan of passion fulfilled. "Ooh, jeez, Amy, oh my god, my princess, Amy." Alessia was breathless; I wriggled up to hold her, kissing her face, stroking her back and arms. Alessia weakly grinned, kissing me gently. "Amy, that was unbelievable. God, I love you." We clung together for a few minutes. "Amy?" queried Alessia. "Yes." "I want to do the same for you, right now, please." A big grin split my face, "You'd better or I'll die. The look on your face, wow, it must have been wild. Anyway I need you badly." Alessia kissed me, softly at first, quickly building to a very passionate one. Alessia rolled me onto my side, then her hand gently touched my skin with her fingertips. She continued kissing me wildly. Our breathing quickened. Alessia started wiggling down me, sitting and cupping my breasts, kissing down my chest, taking the wonderful, firm soft flesh in her hands. It felt so good to me and it was fun to feel her fingers run smoothly over my breasts to my areolae, then gently but firmly take each nipple between her five fingers stroking along them, all the while watching my face. She leaned over, kissing each one before sucking them, suckling them. I knew then what I'd done to Alessia. It was far from innocence, it was full-blown, albeit, inexperienced passion and absolutely wonderful. Alessia must have been turned on by my soft moans and glazed eyes, who kissing under my breasts, ran her wet, soft tongue to my belly button, where she circled it. Leaning around further, turning her body, she ran her tongue over my flattened tummy to the top of my far thigh. She could now see my wet, deep-pink, swollen labia that were giving off an unbelievably sexy musky aroma. She pushed her face in to get to my pussy, kissing the top lightly, hesitantly, but I started to recognise that Alessia was copying stuff from the morning's story. She licked just inside the top of my nether lips. As if on springs, my legs shot apart. "Alessia, I'm so happy; you're gorgeous; what you're doing to me is absolutely . . . god, yes," I squealed out as the tip of Alessia's tongue penetrated through to my clitoris, snaking over it. Alessia took my clit between her lips, sucking on it with her tongue squashed out, sawing back and forth over and around it. I went into a long moan saying, "Oooooooooh, hell, oh, god, Alessia, god, aaaaahh ... oh, yes." Alessia leaned over further, her breasts rubbing on me, and feeling so good. She got as much of her body touching me as she could, and let go of my clit and sunk her tongue, slowly but deeply, into my velvet wetness, wiggling and pushing her chin over my clit. She stayed swirling her tongue, sucking, tasting and licking for a few minutes, still on top of me. All the while I was moaning my appreciation louder, thrusting my hips in joyous abandonment, and making every endeavour to get as much pleasure from that gorgeous tongue and mouth as humanly possible. Alessia started moving her whole body over, with me revelling in her sweaty breasts rubbing on me. I hoped Alessia loved my love juice as much as I had loved hers. My best guess is that she did by the way she sucked and licked me. I felt myself tensing up and my back arching again. I felt the fabulous sensations building up in my body. I was definitely close to my first orgasm. It was sensational, exquisite and it was from Alessia making love to me. Oh, god, she was wonderful, such a gorgeous friend and a wonderful lover. She murmured something about my taste being like a musky pink grapefruit, and I was producing as much juice, and in ever-increasing quantities. She sat up, straddled me, and I felt my breasts squash under her as she ran her hands over my tummy and down my thighs to feel the calf muscles. Everything perfect, everything so sexy, it was totally erotic, it was not hard to believe, but this was my idea of heaven. I was now begging Alessia to make me come. Oh, my god, I had done this to her, how cruel of me. Alessia pushed her hand under my leg and quietly and quickly slipped her long fingers into my drenched pussy, spreading her adjacent fingers, widening my labia lips to expose the throbbing, fit-to-burst clitoris. Alessia started moving her finger slowly in and out of my velvety wetness, increasing in speed and depth. I smiled as my eyes glazed over, throwing my head back in abandonment. Alessia then leant, face down, to give me the same ecstasy I had so recently given her. My heart raced again, my breathing quickened, I gasped time and time again as Alessia again fingered me, as she sucked and tongued that hard bean, the ultimate pleasure centre. Flicking it, running her tongue over it until soon my back and body started tensing again. Alessia bit on my clitoris, sending the pleasure centres in my brain into extreme overload. I let out a wail expressing the intensity of my building climax, heralding my ultimate release. For me it was intense. An indescribable and unintelligible set of mutterings poured forth, as my body stiffened, muscles tensed, toes curled, jerked, spasmed in ecstasy, then slowly coming to a halt as my series of orgasms subsided. Such wonderful, unbelievably exquisite gratification. I let out a huge breath, "Ooh . . . mmph," before going limp. Alessia released my clit from her grip and she squirmed to kiss my mouth with her drenched face. Letting me taste my love juices while comforting and cuddling me with soothing touches, kisses and hugs, as we came down from our acute highs. Alessia and I spent the next minutes in exchanges of just deep love and affection. Touching, fondling and swapping loving smiles. Alessia offered to get drinks or food, but I just wanted to be held for a while. I sensed the exhausted Alessia was grateful, and leaned over me. I enjoyed the sensations that cuddling Alessia brought to me. I could not stop marvelling at the sensations I had just had at Alessia's hand. I guessed it was pretty much what I had given Alessia. In the intimacy that follows such intensity we swapped stories, kissing and holding each other, not wanting to loose the moment. I think we both felt fabulously alive, but emotionally drained. We clung to each other lovingly for a long time before drifting off to sleep. Then next thing I became aware of when I awoke was that Alessia was asleep beside me. I wanted Alessia again, but waited to see if she awakened by herself. I judged by the sunlight that it was early afternoon; I realised that I must have been asleep for maybe only ten minutes or so. The pungent aroma of women's lovemaking immediately assailed my nostrils stirring memories and responses in both my mind and body. I rolled over from my back to see that Alessia was still sleeping. She was facing me, her hair somewhat dishevelled, but to me she looked beautiful anyway. Her naked, uncovered body looked absolutely stunning. I was also naked, but now totally at ease with my nudity. In fact I couldn't think of anything better right then. I was also feeling calm and relaxed after our morning's activity. My gaze wandered over to Alessia as I remembered our lovemaking, our first time ever. Alessia's breasts were the full, the round kind; medium sized brownish-pink areolae with thick, short nipples. One breast was slightly squashed on the bed, the other lying over on its side, a part of it being propped up by the arm that was underneath, her hand under her face. Her top leg lay bent up and over mine. I could see the strip of hair on Alessia's mound that I now knew topped her almost hairless womanhood. I'd discovered that she had no pussy hair on her labia; I found that very sexy and promised myself I would get rid of mine. I wanted to lean over and touch what my eyes feasted upon. I waited somewhat impatiently for Alessia to wake. The sight and aroma aroused warm feelings within me because of my friend, and now my lover. I loved the feel of Alessia's leg on me, and what it revealed of her body. I had not had such feelings about any girl until then. With my darling Alessia it was different: so natural. My hand wandered over my skin. I was delighted by its erotic messages. At first, I thought maybe I'd dreamt the unbelievably intense orgasms I'd had that morning, but not after seeing Alessia next to me. Neither of my experiences with boys had come even remotely close to either receiving, or giving the such exquisite pleasures I'd had that day. My nipples had sprung proudly erect, the tingling in my groin growing noticeably as my thoughts continued. It felt good, really good, and I now what I wanted desperately was to touch Alessia, but she looked so peaceful sleeping. I leant over and carefully removed some stands of hair from her face and mouth. My left breast brushed against her arm, sending shivers through me bringing up goose bumps and a rising emergency within me. I felt I must awaken her soon, for the desire for more of her had started burning within me. Very gently I ran my fingertips along her knee and thigh, making her stir. She moved her leg, rubbing it a few centimetres up mine, sending a thrill through my body. She woke, grinned at me and said in a sleepy, soft voice, "You are my darling now, isn't that right?" I leaned over and kissed her saying, "Yes my darling, I'm yours." Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2002