Okay, so it's probably not too hard to guess. She should have been doing her homework instead of coming over to my house. James was doing his, well, studying for his AP exam or something, since he's already accepted to college, which is about when I checked out of doing actual homework that didn't matter. But AP tests matter. Sveta, on the other hand, should have been doing hers.
She was missing him, I think, since this was the first weekend they hadn't gone out in a while. She asked if she could come over. Since I'm all alone in the house for the week, I was only too happy to oblige.
We had lunch (nothing fancy, I wasn't prepared, plus I'm not a good hostess, or so my mother and sisters tell me) and chatted. It was kind of nice to get out of the basement (as nice as that room and the things that go on down there are) and up into the real house. She confessed to me that a few times she's been tempted to fool around with someone other than James, because after all, he's got me. I said that was perfectly natural, and my only concern was making sure she didn't do anything stupid like sleep with some other guy without protection. I don't think she was expecting that; I think she expected me to tell her to be faithful. But it really isn't fair that James gets to fuck me and she's got no one else. Of course, I think she should fuck me too. But I explained that I also didn't want James to get hurt, yadda yadda, you know the drill. I don't think he'll be pleased if the two of us tell him that Sveta will be seeing someone else as well. But if she's going to (which I'm not really in favor of, because of the safety issues) she ought to tell him the score.
I don't think she's really interested in seeing someone else. I think she's just still a little jealous of me. Perfectly natural. I've told her so on multiple occasions.
Then talk drifted to James' birthday, which is fast approaching. Sveta said she wanted to get him something special. When I asked what, she giggled and blushed and said she'd like to let him have her anal cherry. I was a bit taken aback, but I guess I shouldn't have been; after all, she's seen me do it, and I've certainly talked it up to her.
I told her I was sure he'd like that, but I wasn't sure she would. Just hauling off and getting fucked in the ass for the first time with no preparation is only for porno. And I've seen enough porn where the girl doing anal, supposedly for the first time, doesn't enjoy it even for the camera to make me wonder if it's even a good idea on film. She said that was why she came over, because she was hoping I would help her get ready, like it was some kind of exercise routine or something. Well, I guess it kind of is.
I asked what she had in mind. She said she knew I had toys and other stuff, and maybe I could help her. When I finally realized that she was asking me to stick things up her ass, that kind of surprised me. I mean, it's one thing to borrow a butt plug, it's quite another to have someone else ram said butt plug up your ass.
Not that I wasn't interested. But frankly, having someone put toys up your ass for the first time is kind of intimate, and if she wasn't comfortable with us making love conventionally, I wasn't sure it was a good idea to use toys. Plus it's a first, and I don't want her first time having someone put things in her ass to be just ho-hum. I told her as much. I believe some of my exact words were, "I've never been completely intimate with you, so I don't know that I can do something which requires that level of intimacy."
She looked hurt. I wasn't trying to hurt her, but I did, although I think that's for the best. But I did feel bad anyway, best or not. We didn't talk about it any more. I could have offered to loan her a toy and some lube and give her some pointers, but I figured it was best to drop the subject.
I was all alone in the house, as I said, with nothing much to do, and she didn't seem to be in a rush to leave, so we sat on the couch and watched a movie for a while. It was something my parents rented that I just stuck in for lack of anything better to suggest, and it was pretty lousy from where I'm sitting. I think Sveta didn't enjoy it either, but she didn't look at me much.
I did put my arm around her, not suggestively, just sort of as a token of my apology or something. She didn't seem to mind. We watched in silence for a while, maybe 45 minutes or so. I was starting to really wish I had put in something else. I don't have much patience for movies my parents watch most times.
At some point she turned to me and asked, "If we... you know, were intimate, would you help me get ready for James' birthday then?"
I had to pause the movie. Oh, the internal struggle between good and evil. "I don't want to make love with you just because you need help," I said. "I mean, I want to make love with you, but not like that."
She kissed me, soft and sweet. "I'm just asking hypothetically," she said. "If we..."
"If you can't say it, I don't think you're ready," I said. I was feeling stern, but she giggled and kissed me again. It was kind of like being back with my sisters, sisterly and sexual at the same time.
"I'm ready," she said, not really looking ready.
"Ready for what?"
"I'm ready for you to fuck me, Lexi," she said, looking straight into my eyes.
Damn, I'm really weak. I mean, she was saying it because she missed James and needed sex and I was being her stand-in. She was saying it because I was subconsciously pressuring her to do it. She was saying it because she wanted to prove something. She was saying it because she wanted me to help her. She wasn't saying it because she really wanted to. But I can tell myself all those things now, when right then what went through my mind was cash register sounds and cheers. I swear, if I had a cock, I would have jumped up, pointed to it, and yelled, "Shawing!" Instead, all I did was kiss her, long and hard, pulling her body to mine. I'm so weak.
I think she was expecting us to go back to the basement, but I told her my parents were on vacation (I've become that loser who still lives with her parents and dates high schoolers, shit) and we made ourselves comfortable making out on the couch. She was wearing a light blue blouse which I quickly unbuttoned, then just as quickly removed her bra and feasted on those pretty young tits she has. I was almost like a man, so focused on getting her naked. Her shoes and jeans came off in one fell swoop, and then I mastered myself for a moment and looked at her face.
She was smiling. Not sad smile, or silly playful smile, but eager smile. I swear, that was the straw that broken the camel's back for me. If she was eager and I was about to pull off her panties, then she was okay with it.
I sat her down and let her watch as I quickly pulled my turtleneck over my head and slipped my bra off. She may never be a breast woman, but she wasn't repulsed by mine. Maybe she just wants bigger ones. I'll have to introduce her to Sheri. Crazy talk. My skirt slipped off, and although I didn't intend for it to happen, my panties went with it. They were very skimpy panties, not my usual cut. I may have inherited them from one of my sisters. I know, hand-me-down panties.
I asked her if she wanted to go first, which just confused her. I don't know what I was thinking: what the hell does "go first" mean anyway? I laughed and pulled a face and said I meant did she want me to make her cum like a broken faucet. She giggled and nodded a little nervously. But then, after all, she's had someone eat her out before. She's never eaten anyone out. That's the key: baby steps.
Once her panties were out of the way, I could see that neat little pussy I'd been waiting to taste. But I didn't want to ruin things by being any quicker than I already had been. I should have taken fifteen minutes kissing every inch of her body. I'm not a good ambassador for sexual deviancy, I guess. Of course, I seem to have a lot of repeat customers. I did tickle her belly button with my tongue to loosen her up, kiss the inside of her thighs up to her slit, then slip my hands around her hips to cradle her buttocks and spread her legs so I could see as much of her pussy as possible.
She really has a very pretty pussy. It's not as pink on the outside as mine, but inside it's pure pink. She smells like young cunt, fresh and clean and tasty. I wasted no time tasting her. When my tongue hit her lips she shivered, and I pulled my head up and told her she was beautiful.
My sister Mari would have died to be in my shoes, and I'm sure she will criticize me for being so direct. Mari can make women cum without even touching their mons. It's unreal. Me, I was hungry. I started out kissing and licking up and down, then nibbled gently around her clit. When it came out to play it was worth waiting for, very attractive, very tasty. And I played with it while I moved a hand to slip a finger into her passage.
She was tight, despite all the fucking she's been doing. Not virgin tight, but probably, it pains me to admit, tighter than I am. It was an effort to get a finger into her, and she was writhing around by the time I had my finger buried up to the knuckle in her pink, juicy hole. The writhing was accompanied by light moans, my name and various approvals, mostly. I petted inside her while I lapped at her clit.
Eventually I was able to start fingering her properly. Despite her tightness and her size (she's much shorter than I am) she has a fine deep cunt, so I was able to slip my finger in and out of her pussy easily once she got used to it. She was enjoying herself I could tell. She tasted phenomenal, reminds me why I love young cunt.
When I started working two fingers in and sucking her clit she gasped that it was so tight, and I tried my best to be as slow as possible. Once two were in she was panting and sweating a little. I think two fingers is slightly wider than James' cock, but again, I've never measured. So she was nearly as spread as she'd ever been. I started stroking her upper wall, got some good response (she must love doggy style) and kept it up. Finding the G spot isn't the cake walk the Internet would have you believe; I find that general stroking in the area is as good as I can get with a woman I haven't spent a long time with. Naturally, I can find my sisters', but Sveta and I are new at it.
Still, she moaned a lot, which I take to be a good sign. Finally, when I got pretty forceful pressing up against my other hand on her abdomen, she screamed and twitched and came with a gush.
Well, I had been waiting for it, and boy did it deliver. It was all I could do not to stop working on her and just lap up her juices. But that's the absolute worst thing you can do; even if she's screaming at you to stop, if you get a woman cumming hard, don't stop. You can be more gentle, but for God's sake don't stop. She wasn't screaming at me to stop, she was just shuddering and whimpering and every so often tensing and spurting ambrosia into my mouth. I guess it wasn't ambrosia (especially since ambrosia is a solid, according to Greek mythology), and I know some people aren't interested in lapping the stuff up, but I am. I love the taste of cunt. I might like it better than the taste of cum.
Finally I had to stop, because I was afraid if I kept her cumming she'd drain all her vital fluids and die. My face and body were covered in her juice, my hair even damp a little. She was lying there, her butt off the end of the couch, whimpering and twitching every so often. I think that orgasm made up for the fact that I hurried through the preliminaries.
I got up and got her some water. When I came back, she said weakly, "I've ruined your sofa." Little does she know. Actually, I plan on telling Dad what happened so he can take pleasure in sitting in her dried pussy juices. I reassured her that it wasn't ruined.
She seemed pretty weak, and I didn't want to push it. But after she had some water and sat up, her color returned (I mean, she wasn't pale or anything, she just looked a little out of it) and she said it was the best orgasm she'd ever had. I am tooting my own horn here. Yes, I am. Deal with it.
I said that I would be happy to stop there, maybe cuddle a little, if she wasn't up for the rest. But she said she was. Who am I to argue? A very pent-up woman in need of release, that's who. So I didn't argue. I did suggest that we move to a bed, since going down on a gal your first time can be awkward if you don't have space. She let me lead her up to my parents' room. I didn't tell her whose room it was; they have the biggest bed.
She didn't seem to quite know what to do, so I started kissing her again. We made out for a few minutes, and then I took her hand while we were still kissing and moved it down my chest, over a breast, down my stomach, and then between my legs. She'd done that before, after all. Of course, it was while James was fucking my ass, but still.
Her fingers are amateurs, but on a first time, I'm happy if they don't either stop dead or try to rip me in half. I directed her kisses down to my nipples, which she didn't seem to mind doing at all. She's a good kisser, and with a little help she can be a good tit-licker too. I just lay back and let her suckle while my hand was helping hers pet my pussy.
Eventually she moved down over my stomach and I spread my legs a little and she got between them and looked at my pussy. It's not the first time she's seen it from that angle either, but this time she was going to put her mouth on it, and I've noticed that for some people, licking juice off fingers and actually going to the source are two different things with two different hangups.
I reassured her, told her to taste her finger. She did, and if she doesn't like pussy juice, at least mine, I'll eat my hat. I think that's what got her; she's possibly not attracted to women physically in the same way I am, but I think she loves my taste.
She finally started, gingerly, putting out her tongue and dabbing my opening, which was absolutely brimming with juice. I gave her pointers. Finally she was licking box, well and truly, and I was getting pretty aroused. When she found my clit (well, not found, but laid into it) I came. I made sure to announce it, too, both for reassurance that she was doing a good job (theatrics never hurt) and to make sure she didn't stop. She wasn't able to maintain me for too long, but it was nice to cum on the face of my new teen lesbian.
She came up for air after that and said that she had been worried, but she really liked my taste. What a surprise. I told her I was flattered, then told her to try some fingers too. With fingers, she managed to get me to a second plateau, which I think really boosted her confidence. I don't plan on telling her that I'm possibly the most orgasmic woman she's likely to fuck; let her find that out later.
When I asked her to put another finger in, after she already had two, I think she was a little shocked. But she did. I'll have to teach her things, but this time was just for her, for her first. And since I had another O after that, three orgasms means she didn't do too badly anyway. But like I said, I'm easy.
I came down and stopped her, finally, and then pulled her up to me and kissed her and told her how beautiful she was again. And she asked me if now I would help her with anal. I think that pretty much tells the tale as far as motivation is concerned; I'm some kind of sex-ed whore, apparently. Oh well, I think she really did enjoy it. She certainly didn't mind when I told her to lie back and relax. I think she was expecting me to start working on her ass right then, but all I did was kiss her, long and slow, then run my tongue over all the crevices of her pretty form, down to between her legs, where I brought her to a second, almost as strong, orgasm a while after.
We went downstairs to get her a drink and clean up and get dressed again. Well, she got dressed; I stayed in the buff. She looked blissed out, but I agreed to see her again during the week to start working on anal. She looked a little ashamed after that, and said that she loved me and wanted to be with me again. I kissed her and grinned and said that was good, because working on anal would involve sex.
So there we go. I've bedded my latest conquest. And I'm going to get to play with her ass. And I'd say that, regardless of her original motivation for letting me fuck her, she'll be back for more. I say this because she called up after she was home and told me she would dream about me. I can't think of a better way to start a week (unless you think Monday is the start of the week, in which case, to end a week). We'll have to tell James. He'll be thrilled. Now we can both fuck him, or he can watch us, or both. I'm so glad this is working out.
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