Training Trixie
By: Trixie T
Published by WSIC EBooks Ltd.
Copyright August 22, 2010 by WSIC Ebooks Ltd.
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Chapter 1
Discoveries
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“So if there are no other candidates we will continue pursuing Tina and Roxanne.” States an exotic-looking dark haired lady.
“They have shapely bodies but they act like whores and look used. I may have a candidate.” Pipes up an angelic looking woman.
“Susan, this is quite unexpected. Who do you have in mind?” Queries the dark hair beauty.
“I think Trixie would be a fine candidate.” Returns the angelic Susan.
“Trixie, isn’t that the girl taking care of Johnny?” A frown mars the dark haired beauty’s face.
“Yes Barbara, I’m talking about that Trixie.” Susan states defiantly.
“You can’t be serious Susan. Tina and Roxanne may look used and dress like whores but at least they are willing to spread their legs!” Barbara’s statement causes some chuckles from the other women in the room.
Susan stiffens her spine and looks even more defiant. “I know very well what the purpose is Barbara and I would appreciate the chance to prove myself. I have seen Trixie in a bathing suit and even though the bathing suit she wears is the ugliest thing I have ever seen there is no ignoring the body; what she has to offer is definitely appealing. I think they will like it.”
“But the way she dresses and I wager she is still a virgin.” Another woman; Alexandria pipes up.
“I know she dresses like a slob and yes she is probably still a virgin but I can fix that. If that body of hers is even half as hot as I believe it to be it will be worth the effort. In fact, I fully intend to pursue her for my own pleasure.” Susan states protectively.
“There is only a couple of weeks left Susan. How do you expect to have her ready in that time?” Barbara interjects.
“She’s a bud just waiting to bloom. She has that innocent look combined with a great personality, and even more surprising is the fact that she is a nice person to boot. That alone will be refreshing. I am sure I can have her presentable and ready in time. At least I should get a chance to try.” Susan gives one of her famous pouts.
“You’re right Susan. I know you have only been with us for a couple of years and that you are proposing your first candidate. Try her then, but you only have a week to show that she is improving and receptive. Stay in the house for now but keep us informed on your progress please. As for the other two, we will keep pursuing them in case Susan’s candidate does not work out. I do not need to remind you that failure is not an option and we must have one of the girls.” Barbara replies.
Flashing a sunny smile and like a child, Susan bounces over to Barbara and much unlike a child; she gives Barbara a very seductive kiss. When they finally part, they are both breathless and Susan whispers, “I miss you all.”
“We miss you too Susan. We miss your cheeky attitude and your sunny smile. Go ahead and give it your best try with Trixie, but if you find that she will not do or that you don’t have the time, call it a day and come back to us.” Barbara replies then gives her a kiss and being a little bolder, she takes hold of a handful of Susan’s ass as she does.
Following is a lot of kisses and well wishes from the other women in the room and it is another half hour before Susan manages her last good-bye.
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I am looking through Susan’s CD collection, telling myself that I have no life. In two weeks, I am going to be eighteen and here I am, bored to death, babysitting a four year old.
How I had gotten into this gig is a story in itself. The day had been hot and looking for somewhere cool to hang out, I found myself wandering a mall. It was while I was doing some window shopping that Susan’s nephew, who had been laughing and running, had quite literally fallen at my feet. He had looked so cute that I could not keep myself from stopping to lift him back to his feet and just as I was doing so, Susan caught up with him.
That was a month ago and our first meeting is still a vivid memory. I do not know what attracted her to me or why we even started talking. I was wearing my usual baggy cut-off shorts, a tank top under a baggy t-shirt and Susan…well she looked prime and proper in her tight fitting dress.
She looked like a model and I looked… … well… … like I always looked. I am not much for doing myself up, and that day was no exception. We hit it off almost immediately and in short order, we were having coffee and Susan is asking me if I want a babysitting job. My dad, without even asking me if I cared, gave me the last summer before college off, so not having any other prospects and looking at a long summer with no work before going to college in the fall I accepted. The money is not great but it is enough to give me some extras for the summer.
Susan is a great lady of I would say about 24 years old and over the last month we have gotten to know each other better. She has a winning smile and an outstanding personality.
The only real friction between us is due to the way I dress. No, friction is not quite right. It may have started as friction but I think it has long since turned into some kind of game. She keeps hinting in her friendly manner that I need to make a change. Considering the fact that she always wears a dress, or skirt and blouse and high heels, with makeup and immaculately combed hair and the fact that I wear baggy cut-off shorts, tank tops, and baggy t-shirts, with hair in a ponytail I am not surprised that she keeps hinting. She keeps telling me that she will have to take me shopping to teach me how to dress properly and I tell her I will have to show her how to loosen up.
Susan is not the first one to comment on my personal dress code, so has my best friend Trudy, but she has been into dresses and skirts and looking nice for the last couple of years so I excuse her for it. It is all fun with her for even though we have grown up together and she dressed much like me for a long time she is forever teasing me about my boxer shorts, baggy clothing, and what she calls ugly cotton underwear.
This evening when I came to babysit was no exception. I wore a baggy t-shirt with a tank top beneath instead of a bra. As expected, Susan gave me a definite un-approving look when she saw me.
Disapproval or not, I’m glad I dressed the way I did for the night has proven to be exceptional hot and since my charge went to sleep some time ago, I have removed my baggy shirt and I now lounge in only my tank top and shorts. I am sure Susan will have something to say about it later but what the hey.
Giving my head a shake to rid them of these thoughts, I get up and grab myself another glass of wine. I’m not much of a drinker but as I do not have my own car, so nothing to drive, she allows me to drink whenever I like. She has even made me a bedroom in the family room for the nights that I babysit too late to want to go home.
Drink poured, I move back into the living room and resume my search for something to watch. By now, I have at least twenty CDs surrounding me on the floor and yet, I reach in to pull the next one out. This one gives me no idea what it is about as there is no markings on the CD case or the CD itself…so of course, in it goes.
I pop the CD into the machine and sit back on the sofa to watch. At first, nothing appears and I am about to get up to turn it off when…. my breath catches in my throat. The picture on the television is that of Susan, the aunt of the four year old I am babysitting. She is standing in her bedroom, smiling at the camera and obviously getting ready to undress.
Susan is a beautiful blonde of about 5’7”. She looks like a model; not one of those skinny models with little to no breasts, but one well endowed, well toned, and well tanned, and here she is slowly undressing.
Oh my God!
Even as I watch, she strips to her panty and bra and I am ashamed to say that I can’t take my eyes off the screen for she looks beautiful with her firm full breasts, her narrow waist, and her shapely round ass.
Even as I watch, I can’t help comparing myself to her. At five feet nine inches, I am taller than she is and Susan’s hair is blonde and wavy, while my hair is almost black and straight. Susan’s breasts, a very healthy and adequate C are smaller than my Ds. She and I do seem to be about the same in weight, that being 115 pounds and the body I am looking at on the CD has taunt stomach muscles and fine shapely legs, making it obvious that she works out on a regular basis.
Some of my friends, Trudy specifically, have told me that I am good looking and for the most part, I have ignored them. I have never been in the habit of flaunting my body and that is something considering that I live in California and spend a good deal of my time in a bathing suit but only in the privacy of a back yard and God forbid, I would never be caught dead walking around the city in one.
It’s not that I am a prude or anything like that but I have strict parents who push me hard to succeed in school and work hard I have; not only for my parents, but also for myself. School has been my life and it has paid off as I am starting the college of my choice in the fall. My time studying has left me very little time to think of boys or sex. As far as I am concerned, I have enough time to figure boys and sex out after I finish college or even when I marry.
I come back to myself with the realization that sometime in the last few minutes I had started stroking my breast. My hand is underneath my tank top and my nipple is starting to get hard. Embarrassed, I jerk my hand away and give my head a shake.
What are you doing Trixie?
I look back at the television just in time to see Susan undoing her bra and slowly sliding it down her arms. She has turned her back to the camera so all I can see is the swell of her breast off to the side of her body.
Oh God, what is she doing?
She slowly turns around with her breasts cupped in her hands and smiles at the camera. My breath catches for it is as if she is smiling for me alone and watching her as she massages her breasts and pinches her nipples doesn’t help my breathing either; my hand slides back under my tank top and commences to mimic her moves.
I look closely at her breasts and compare them to my own. My areolas are dark and about two inches around while hers are light and look to be about half the size. I also notice that my nipples stick out much more than hers and they are definitely hard and sticking out now.
What the fuck are you doing Trixie!
I pull my hand away from my breast but, I continue watching as Susan lies back on the bed and slowly starts to pull off her panty. It is almost too much; her pussy is facing me and it looks as wet as mine feels. I admire the small tuff of blonde pubic hair for it looks so very cute on her.
I should be turning this off but I can’t help it. I am glued to the scene. It is as if she is doing this just for me.
She starts stroking herself and as she does, she seems to melt into the bed. I am in a daze. There is the aunt of the child I am babysitting smiling into a camera fingering herself and here I am trying to get my hands down my shorts to do the same. I have never done this before, never thought of doing it but I am so freaking wet right now.
She is so beautiful. She seems to be so enjoying herself. All of it seems to be for me.
I hear a car door slam.
Oh shit she’s home.
I rush to the CD player, pop out the CD and throw it into the cabinet. Running back to the couch I pick up the remote and start flipping through the channels, not really paying any attention to what is on.
I am still breathing hard and somewhat sweaty when Susan enters the room. She tells me that she has been drinking tonight, so she has a cab waiting outside if I want to go home; or would I prefer to stay for the night.
I do not answer for a few seconds as my mind is still caught up on the CD I had been watching. When I do manage a reply, it is to say that I will stay the night as I have been drinking and that I really don’t want to go home to an empty house. Susan goes back to the door, waves to the cab and I hear it pull away.
What are you doing Trixie, of all nights tonight is the night you should have gone home.
Susan comes back into the room and gives me a piercing look. My breath catches in my throat and I am afraid that she is reading me like an open book. Still giving me that strange look, she comes over, strokes my hair and sweaty forehead.
“You look flush. Are you okay?”
I reply with something stupid. “Yes, you just scared me. I have been watching scary movies all night and was half-asleep when you came in and….” I peter off.
The smell of Susan's perfume as she continues to stroke my hair and apologize for scaring me is intoxicating; dam if I’m not starting to feel heat between my thighs.
Shit, shit, shit, what’s happening to me. This is not you Trixie!
Susan finally moves away from me and I find that I can breathe a little easier but it is too late for my nipples as their normal unruly state has become even more unruly and they are now trying to poke holes in my tank top.
Susan notices; she looks down at my breasts. Once again, I can’t breathe, I need to breathe dam it. Susan looks for what seems to be forever before finally stating that she is going to take a shower.
Turning, releases me from her trap and I find that I can breathe again. But her turning has caused another issue for even as she walks away I cannot help but watch the way her ass moves under her tight fitting dress or the long looking legs that carry her.
Susan stops, my breath catches again. “Can you unzip me sweetie?”
I am slow in getting up from the sofa and I am having trouble breathing again but I am determined not to make a fool of myself. I finally manage to get up, manage to get to her where I fumble with the zipper. I know she feels how clumsy I am but she stands patiently waiting for me. I finally get the zipper unzipped and Susan lets her dress slip to the floor.
Once more, I am looking at her in her underwear. Just like in her CD, her bra and panty are cute affairs, these of a light blue color. The bra covers little more than half of her smooth tanned breasts and compresses them; causing them to swell impressively, nothing at all like the full cup cotton bras that I wear when I wear them.
The vision of her taking off her bra, of her massaging her breasts, of her removing her panty and then…..
Stop this Trixie!
Susan turns around, gives my face a light thank you caress and walks into the bathroom to have her shower. Sadly, as she walks away, the view of her round ass in her bikini panty does nothing to help my sensibilities.
My knees are trembling and I plop myself down on the floor. All I can think of is the roundness of Susan’s breasts, her narrow waist, her gorgeous ass, her finely tanned skin, and that small patch of pubic hair I saw on the CD.
Enough…enough…no more Trixie.
I sit on the floor taking deep breaths until I finally get my breathing under control and this helps to clear my head. I manage to make my way back to the sofa where I down my wine in one gulp.
What the hell are you thinking Trixie? You are a seventeen-year-old with a future if you work hard in college. So what are you doing here acting like a female dog in heat and over another woman of all things?
I get up and make my way to the kitchen to get another drink. Drink poured I retrace my steps back to the sofa. Halfway there, I decide the heck with it and make a u-turn to the family room where I am to sleep.
To get from where I am to the family room requires that I walk past the bathroom. I hear the sound of the shower running as I pass the bathroom but it sounds wrong. That wrongness hits me. The shower sounds too loud so I glance over; I freeze in my tracks.
Susan’s bathroom design is such that when you enter the bathroom you come to a countertop with the sink on the right hand side and then a glass enclosed stand up shower. The tub is on the left hand side and is a large fancy affair. The shower, also quite large includes a seat which I usually use to hold my shampoos whenever I shower here. Of course, besides the shower, tub and sink counter there is a toilet but right now, the shower, or more to the point, what is inside the shower has my full attention.
She sitting on the shower’s seat and water is pouring over her. She looks stunning as she soaps up her long legs which she has stretched out in front of her. Her breasts are hanging down and move intoxicatingly as she bends over those legs, as she soaps up her thighs to her lower calves and finally her feet. Up she goes to her stomach and breasts then back again. Even with water pouring over a part of her, it takes only a couple of minutes of washing with that soap-laden puffball to have her covered in a thick lather.
Oh fuck!
She straightens, lets the water wash the soap from her and even as I watch I see her hand go between her legs. She leans back against the back of the shower wall, stretches out; opens her legs and with her right hand starts playing with her pussy much as she did on that dam CD.
The shower glass is such that it allows me a mostly clear view of what she is doing. A clear view of her wet and slick body, a clear view of her hand moving between her legs, of her other hand coming up to caress and play with her stunning breasts.
Trixie, if she catches you watching!
I am in a panic. I need to run out of there before I am caught. The panic is for nothing, for she has her eyes closed. She is enjoying herself. She has such a look of bliss on her face. Her fingers of her other hand flutter over her body.
She turns, giving me a view between her legs. I watch as she slowly sticks one then two of her fingers into her cunt. For a couple of minutes she fingers her cunt, and then removes her fingers from her hole to tickle her clit again. A couple of minutes of tickling her clit and her fingers disappear into her cunt again. Her other hand is still playing with her breasts, she squeezes them, she takes hold of her nipples, she pulls on them and twists.
I am caught up with how beautiful she looks, with how much I want to be the one rubbing her pussy, the one to be squeezing her breasts. It is about then that I notice that I am breathing harder and there is no denying the wetness between my thighs.
The spillage of wine over my hand and onto the floor brings me back to the reality of what I am doing. I take deep breathes to clear my head and when that does not help I give it a few shakes. I finally manage to get my body moving but instead of continuing to where I intended, I make my way back to the sofa and sit down heavily.
I am breathing hard, my nipples are painful buds and my crotch is so freaking wet; when I hear the moan coming from the bathroom, it gets twice as wet. I close my eyes and try in vain to stop thinking.
I open my eyes to the sound of Susan coming out of the bathroom. She is wearing a sexy blue, tight fitting nightgown which ends just below her well-shaped ass and does little to hide her body; in fact, it seems to enhance every part of her body instead of covering it. It draws the eyes to the curves, to the spots that should never see the light of the freaking day.
She raises her arms to dry her hair with the towel she is carrying and this causes the nightgown to rise above her already barely covered pussy giving me a picture clear view of her cute pubic hair and swollen pussy lips.
Dam it! I am having trouble breathing again.
Susan smiles at me when she notices me sitting on the sofa. “If you want a shower before bed go ahead. I didn’t use all the water and I left some towels for you in the bathroom.”
I don’t waste any time arguing and jump to my feet. Just as I am passing her, she reaches out to cup my face with those fingers that were so recently providing her such pleasure. She gives me a peck on the cheek and a dazzling smile, “Just because.”
I can smell her scent, a clean pure smell; a smell of flowers, Jasmine I think. My heart is beating fast, I feel heat moving up my neck, oh please don’t faint!
I manage to smile back then walk into the bathroom as quickly as I can without looking like an idiot. Safely inside I shut the door, sit down heavily on the toilet and lower my head between my legs to keep from fainting. I try to breathe deeply, slowly.
You’re a slut Trixie! Stop it, stop it right now! Slut, slut, slut. You have to stop! You must stop!
I continue repeating my mantra as I fight to get my breathing under control. I don’t know how I manage it but I finally get myself under control and able to breathe properly again. Finally, I am able to undress then climb into the shower.
I turn on the shower and put my head under the showerhead to let the water sooth my worries away. As the water washes away what is dirty, I close my eyes and continue taking deep breaths until I believe I have achieved the proper presence of mind.
Better. Much better.
Picking up the soap and the puffball, I get the puffball well soaped and then start washing myself only to discover that my breasts are tender and that my nipples are overly sensitive; a touch to those sets off every nerve in my body. When I reach down to wash around my pussy I get very frustrated, for I find that area also overly sensitive to the touch; overly sensitive and too freaking eager for that touch. Unable to cope with my feelings I get angry with myself and finish showering quickly.
Shower finished, I step out to dry off. I take hold of the smaller of the two towels Susan left for me and wrap it around my thick black hair; hair that hangs down to the middle of my back when dry. Then I grab the larger of the two, and dry myself off. Still angry and I am as rough as I can be in drying myself off, but even the roughness has an unusual effect on me.
I clamp down on my emotions and finish drying. Once dried, I look to my clothing but I am unable to bring myself to putting them back on and as I had not expected to stay the night, I did not bring extra clothing with me.
The hell with it!
I pick up my clothes and walk out of the bathroom with only the towel wrapped around me.
Susan is just finishing the blow-drying of her hair and I immediately think of doing the same. Dropping my clothes in the family room, I retreat my steps to the sofa I recently abandoned.
I find that Susan has finished with the blow dryer and has left the room so I sit down on the sofa, release my hair from the towel, and start squeezing the excess water out into the towel. Intent on what I am doing it takes a while for the presence beside me to register.
I look up and see Susan sitting there watching me and much to my embarrassment I do not notice that the towel I wrapped around my body has come undone; that is not until my wet hair brushes up against my bare breast. I quickly grab the towel and rewrap it around my body.
Susan gives me one of her radiant smiles and pats the sofa beside her. “Come here and I will dry your hair for you.”
This will not be the first time Susan has blow-dried my hair. When I first started babysitting for her were where much more reserved around each other but I have been babysitting for her for a month or so and have showered and slept over at least a dozen times. A friendship has grown between us. So there have been a few evenings of blow-drying and of hair brushing so without thought I scoot over to her.
She turns on the blow-drier and starts in on my hair. As she dries my hair, I close my eyes in pleasure for when your hair is as long and thick as mine is it is always nice to have someone else do the work. The blow-drying and brushing of my hair relaxes me and even as I relax, I think back to how we met, how we have gone from strangers to comfortable. How at first we were drawn to each other but yet how we kept our distance. How that has change over the last month. Now she touches me whenever she can, she complains about my clothing, she compliments and corrects, she gives those small kisses as she did tonight.
The brush hooking the top of my towel breaks my line of thought. The problem with being in the towel is that whenever Susan brushes down, the brush catches the top edge of the towel, which in turn threatens to pull it off. After a few minutes of this frustration, Susan breaks even further into my contemplations.
“Trixie honey this towel is being a real pain. This would be much easier if you either had a shirt on or nothing at all.”
I look back at her blankly, my recent thoughts flooding my head with images and feelings…finally I decide to undo the towel from my back and hold the front up against my chest.
Susan continues to dry and brush my hair. As she does, I admit to myself that once again she is right; it is a lot more comfortable and much more enjoyable without the brush catching the stupid towel.
My body finally begins to relax and as it does it moves back against her until finally, without even realizing that I have done so, I am laying firmly against her chest. I rest against her content for a long time, or so I figure.
When I finally manage to stir myself from my contentment and open my eyes, I realize that she had finished drying my hair and that she is currently playing with it and probably has been ever since I had lain back against her. The next thing I make note of is that the towel I had been holding in front of me has slipped down and that my breasts are bare to the world. Embarrassed I grab the towel and hide myself again.
Susan chuckles, “Don’t be a prude Trixie, it’s not like you have anything I don’t have.”
She wraps her arm around me and pulls me back into her as she sits back with a sigh.
“It’s nice to just sit and relax.” She murmurs.
I agree with her as I have not been this relaxed all day, though I have no doubt that my wine intake this evening is helping for sure as heck everything else that has happened is of no help.
“So are you over your scary movie night?”
“Yes.” I murmur back to her.
“That’s good and you do look much better than when I came home.”
She continues to play with my hair. It is distracting but not enough that it keeps me from telling her how good Johnny, her nephew was or in catching her up on some of the funny things, he did.
Her chuckling makes her fine silk nightgown move erotically against the bare skin of my back. Her full breasts feel like the softest of pillows. How comfortable they are.
“This has been nice Trixie but I have to get to bed for I’m sure Johnny will be up early tomorrow morning.” Susan states after what has to be at least a half hour of my rambling.
“I hear you. Well…I guess…ya…I’ll go to bed too.”
I am sure it is the way I sound and the stumbling over my words that makes Susan think I am still having my “horror movie effects” for she wraps me in her arms and asks me if I want to sleep in her bed with her. I tilt my head back and look at her for a few seconds.
“If it will not be too much trouble.”
“No trouble at all. Shall we?”
I stand up; not realizing that I have not rewrapped the towel around my body and Susan gets a bird’s eye view of my ass. Trying to act much more grown up that I really am and much more casual than my fluttering stomach really is I wrap the towel around myself again. Once I have myself wrapped again, Susan takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.
I feel like I am being lead to my doom but I am too scared to say anything. I am trying to act so grown up, so mature.
Breathe Trixie….oh fuck breath.
Her bed is a queen size bed and as it is the middle of summer, there is only a thin sheet covering it. Susan points to my side of the bed, walks over to the other side and starts climbing into bed.
I look at the bed and then at Susan crawling in.
She notices my hesitation. “What is it Trixie? Don’t tell me you never slept with a girlfriend or something like that.”
I shake my head and I really need to learn to keep my freaking mouth shut. “Now who is being the prude? I have to crawl under there naked and you are crawling in dressed.”
She looks down at the tight fitting nightgown she is wearing and laughs. I have to laugh too because the nightgown does nothing to hide most of her fine assets and it is so short that it barely covers her ass. Yet, and still chuckling she grabs the bottom of the nightgown, pulls it over her head, tosses it on the dresser and climbs into bed. Having opened my mouth and loss my dare, I drop my towel and crawl in on the other side.
I feel much more comfortable covered under the thin sheet and Susan gives me the space I need. We talk a little more about our day and Johnny but before long she finally and firmly states, that she is ready for sleep. Turing to me, she gets up on one elbow and gives me a quick peck on the lips; her breast rubbing against my own as she bends to give me that freakish kiss causes my breath to catch.
She does not seem to notice that I am not breathing when she turns around onto her side and says goodnight. Somehow, I manage to mumble my own goodnight.
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I lay on my back staring at the ceiling and try to get my thoughts back in order for a long time. Susan has long since gone to sleep and my mind keeps going over the evenings events. Being fully engrossed in my studies I have never really thought about sex and surely never thought of having sex with another woman; not even the desire for experimentation.
I think back at all the times my best friend Trudy and I slept at each other’s homes. We always slept in the same bed. I am certain there was never any desire there and next to Susan, Trudy is probably the most beautiful girl I know. Sure, Trudy and I played at kissing when we were young, after all how else are we to learn how to kiss a boy, but that was all in fun.
I reach up and touch the breast that had rubbed against Susan’s. I find the nipple still sensitive and overly stiff. Moving down I feel my pussy and sure enough, it is wet. Embarrassed I snatch my hand away…
Dam this house is hot, why is the air conditioner not on! Broken, right it’s broken and Susan is waiting for the repairman to show up.
I lay there sweating and unable to go to sleep. I tell myself repeatedly that my sweat is from the evening heat….ya right! Frustrated by the whole situation and the new feelings I am having I finally roll over on my side just as Susan had done. So caught up in my frustration am I that I do not realize that I draped my arm over her body. My elbow rest on her shapely waist and quite by accident my hand landed on her breast.
When my brain finally registers where my hand is I almost stop breathing for here I am lying naked in bed with another woman and I have her breast cupped in one of my hands. For at least ten minutes, I lay there, not daring to move and hardly breathing.
She does not move or show any inclination of waking so I start to stroke her breast lightly…softly. I feel her nipple get hard, it grows…it grows harder and longer. After a while, stroking her breast is not enough for me.
If cupping and stroking her breast does not wake her up maybe a little squeezing will not either.
Susan must also have found the evening hot and had long since freed herself from the bed coverings. Even so, her body is still slightly sweaty from the hot evening air. I can see it glistening…too freaking enticing.
Her breast when I finally work up the courage to squeeze it is firm, hot, and moist with just a touch of her perspiration. I squeeze again. It is so intoxicating that it threatens to make me faint. It feels so soft yet so firm, what a contradiction. It is larger than what I can fit in my small hand but what I do have…so full, so firm, and so squeezable.
My breathing is short and rapid. I know I am getting reckless but I am beyond the point of caring. I am so intent on squeezing Susan’s breast and playing with her nipple that I don’t even think anything is unusual when she rolls over to lay on her back.
Now I have access to all of her.
Ever so slowly, I gently stroke the swell of one breast and then the other. I marvel at their unblemished skin, at their firmness….so much firmer than my own. Her breasts mesmerize me for her areolas are half the size of mine and much lighter in color. The nipples seem to be half as unruly as my own; her breasts are perfect I conclude as I softly thumb her nipples.
Inching my head closer I blow some air across her nipples. My breath cools the slight perspiration collecting there causing her nipples to stiffen even more than what they were under the ministration of my fingers. The sight of them getting hard makes my adrenaline flow.
What are you doing Trixie; you are going to be caught! Go to sleep, go to sleep now before you really fuck things up!”
Slowly, I move my hand down her body until I reach her flat stomach. I let my fingers play over its firmness; causing the skin to goose bump. Looking at Susan in her nakedness it once again hits me that she must work out regularly for her whole body is firm and taunt; not muscles but there is no mistaking the well-defined, firm curves.
My finger brushes lightly against her belly button stud. I once asked her if the big diamond in the stud was real and she replied yes and that it was a gift, though she never expanded from whom. As I play with it, I wonder again who would give a person such a gift.
My fingers slowly trace a route from her belly button up to her fine neck and back down the middle of her breasts.
Trixie, this is madness. You have worked too hard to get what you want, do not ruin it now!
It seems I have no intention of listening to the reasonable part of me. My hand makes its way towards her pussy. The moonlight and the hallway light we left on for Johnny gives me more than enough light to see her body; too much light I now think. I lay my head gently on Susan’s chest.
Good idea…if she wakes, she will think I just snuggled up to her.
My hand plays with her belly button stud, and I am looking down towards my goal. I am trembling, my heart is pounding. I am having trouble breathing again, when I finally make it to her soft blonde pubic hair.
Susan breathing seems to be coming faster, just as mine; but I think nothing of it as she has made no move to wake. In an almost dreamlike state, I let my fingers play with her downy softness.
Her pussy hair is just a tiny patch of light blonde hair, so silky and soft to the touch. I compare her sparse bush to the bushy dark patch I sport and I wonder at the difference. Her patch of pubic hair seems to enhance, invite, and encourage a person to explore further, while mine, if I must be honest does little more than hide something I do not want seen.
Don’t even think about it Trixie. Enough is enough! You have had your fun, now it is time for you to go to your own bed or go to sleep… … Trixie…
Once again, it seems that I am determined to ignore the reasonable part of me. I move my hand down to her pussy. I don’t have the slightest idea what I am going to do when I reach my goal but I am determined to make it there. Reaching the top of her pussy, I come to my first barrier. Susan’s legs are only slightly parted and getting my hand fully between her thighs is not going to be an easy task. As I ponder my dilemma, my nail gently tickles the bud of her clit. She releases a soft moan, shifts and spreads her legs apart.
I hold my breath, not daring to move, not daring to look up to see if she is awake. I will her to go back to sleep, even muscle is taunt waiting for the outcry that never comes.
I slowly relax and start to breathe again when she does not say anything or make any further moves. My heart is pounding hard; the sound fills my ears like the roaring of the sea.
I dare myself to go further, to explore much more. My breathing which had started to settle changes to short hard gasps…slowly, agonizingly slowly I inch my hand between her thighs until I manage to gently cup her whole pussy against the palm of my hand.
I am surprised the pounding of my heart against her chest does not wake her. I can hear it clear as day as it thumps hard and nosily against my ribs. My chest is so tight that it is making it hard to breathe, yet she sleeps on.
God Trixie, you have gone mad. If you are going to ruin everything, the least you can do is get drunk and ruin it with a guy!
The sight of Susan’s slightly sweaty tanned body glistening in the moonlight filtering into the bedroom makes my head swim. Her shapely thighs and legs beckon to me. They demand the attention that the rest of her body is receiving. I let my finger trace the muscles of her firm thighs, down her calf and back again.
She does not stir…I slide my hand back into the darkness between her thighs and placing my fingers on either side of her pussy lips, I squeeze them gently. I am amazed at how soft, swollen and hot they feel.
The only pussy I have ever touched is my own and then only when I go pee or take a shower and that is all business. This is something new. This is....fuck it is hard to breathe!
Susan’s pussy lips are very hot to the touch and there is no mistaking the slick wetness. Feeling braver by her immovable state, I decide to get to the heart of the matter. I spread her pussy lips apart and slide my finger down the middle of her clit to her cunt opening.
She is so wet that my finger slides easily against her pussy and hot…dam is she hot. I continue stroking her; my breathing comes faster and as my breathing speeds up so does my hand on her pussy.
You are a stupid, stupid girl Trixie! I am just playing… Sure you are.
My finger enters her cunt.
Is this what I would feel like; wet and hot?
There seems to be little to no friction as my finger moves in and out of her cunt. I hear her breath catch…she moans, I freeze, time stops…
Now you have gone and done it Trixie!
I start pulling my finger out of her and she squeezes her legs together, capturing my hand between her thighs. Terrified of being caught at what I have been doing, I look up at her. Her clear blue eyes look back at me.
“Please don’t stop Trixie, it feels so good.” Not more than a whisper.
My brain is fuzzy….it takes time deciphering what Susan has said. The panic that had been threatening to overwhelm me slowly dissipates.
When I finally get my breathing back under control, I manage a reply, “I’m sorry Susan, I swear I have never done this before and never again…I swear it!”
“Don’t be sorry Trixie. Go ahead it feels good and I like it. Take it slow like you have been.”
She spreads her legs. The last few seconds have left me in a daze so it takes a little while for me to realize that I have resumed moving my finger in and out of her cunt. She spreads her legs wider apart to give my hand more room and increasing my courage.
I continue to finger her; I want to feel even more of her. I plunge two fingers inside her; inciting a moan. I pump my fingers in and out of her slowly, enjoying the heat and slickness of her cunt. I wonder how much wetter she can possibly get.
Now that Susan is awake, I am too shy to do much more than move my fingers inside her hot hole. Shy or not, I speed up my strokes and her moans get louder. My hand gets wetter with every stroke and my breathing, as is Susan’s gets faster and harsher.
I am just playing I tell myself, an experiment no different from any I did in school.
Susan’s pussy tightens upon my fingers; she throws her hips into my hand, and arches her back. She lets out a long moan and very much to my surprise, for I had not even considered that this would happen, a wetness spill out of her and soaks my hand. Even so, I pump my fingers into her as that wetness flows out of her…so much…so hot…and her pussy muscles keep clenching trying to force my finger from its insides.
Her legs once again clamp shut trapping my hand between them and the flood of moisture accompanied by the long moan makes my head spin.
Freedom, Susan’s body finally relaxes and I look up at her. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is parted to suck in air. She looks so beautiful.
I still have my hand, now thoroughly soaked with her pussy juice on her pussy so as I watch this beautiful lady recover from what was obviously an orgasm, I rub her pussy gently….softly.
Susan finally opens her eyes and I whisper, “I’m really sorry Susan, I didn’t mean to wake you… I mean, well I mean… I don’t know what I mean but I’m sorry.”
Susan smiles at me “Don’t be sorry, everything is fine.”
Susan rolls me over on my back, hitches herself up on her elbow and looks down at me for what seems like a very long time but what is probably no more than a few seconds. I have never noticed before how blue her eyes are and I become immersed in their deep blue depths.
I feel her take hold of the hand I had just used on her pussy. I watch wide-eyed as she brings that hand to her mouth and licks it clean. I cannot believe what I am seeing. Something is happening for now I am practically panting. Her mouth feels almost as hot and wet as her pussy did. My fingers burn….she is licking off her love juices.
Dam!
She licks the last finger and then surprises me again by bending down and kissing me right on the lips. I stiffen in disbelief and surprise. My mouth clamps shut and I hardly breathe. She does not push me and it is that as much as the sensual feel of her full, tender lips on mine that makes me relax. She gives me time, she nibbles softly on my lip, flicks my lips with the tip of her tongue…another nibble…the tenseness of my muscles disappears and my mouth parts.
I know very little about kissing but I know enough to know that the kiss she is trying to give me is a very serious kiss. This is not a kiss between friends, an experiment done at age twelve with a girlfriend. It is sisterly not at all. All I have to do is allow it.
My mouth trembles as it opens for her. I expected her to plunge her tongue inside me but instead she tongues my lips, she nibbles gently. It feels like she is caressing them, exciting them, the nibbles of the upper lip so gentle, her tongue so hot.
Slowly, not pushing me, seemingly allowing me to decide if I like it or even if I want it to continue and that as much as anything else makes it so. Oh, the kiss is nothing like the kisses Trudy and I experimented with when we were younger, those were a poor intimation of this and back then, when Trudy’s hand brushed against my breast we broke the kiss immediately and laughed; I am not laughing now.
I reach up behind her head and press her lips harder against mine. My tongue reaches out tentatively for hers, they touch. An electric shock runs through my body. They flick against each other, oh fuck what have I gotten into! For a while, we let our tongues do the playing. Susan takes the lead, using her own tongue and the opening and closing of her mouth to guide me.
The moment I have been dreading, the moment that I wanted to have happen long ago finally comes. Susan puts her hand on my breast. She squeezes my breast softly; she massages it and works the nipple into disobedience. One breast and then the other she sensitizes. I want her to stop!
Liar you want more, admit it.
She kisses me. She plays with my tongue and lips as her fingers play with my nipples. I feel them getting harder and my pussy getting wetter. I never dreamt it could feel this way.
She ends the kiss and I groan at the loss of her warm lips against my own. She looks down at me, smiles, and then brings her lips down to my neck. Oh god, she plants soft butterfly kisses on my neck, my ears, and my throat, her tongue blazes a trail as she goes along, it burns deep into my soul.
I lay beneath her, not daring to move. My body as was hers early is open to her. I can hardly breathe. She continues to play with my breasts as she kisses me. My skin goose bumps at her tender touch, my nipples get even harder, more swollen, and more sensitive by the minute.
She finally brings her mouth down to my left nipple. I feel her hot, wet mouth enclose it. She bites my nipple gently and I can’t keep a groan from escaping. She moves to my other nipple, takes that into her mouth and bites down on it harder; I moan louder.
I look to my nipples and see that they are fully extended; that they are begging for attention. She complies with my nipples wants and noticing that I enjoyed the harder bite she takes my right nipple into her mouth and bites on it even harder than before; what a slut I am for I press her head harder into my breast and moan even louder.
As I press her to me her other hand begins working on my left nipple. She squeezes it roughly between her fingers; she pulls on it then pulls harder yet. I watch as she stretches the nipple upwards. Oh my! The harder she pulls the better it feels.
Just when I begin to think I can take no more, she looks up into my face. She gives me a smile so bright that it seems to chase all the shadows from the room.
Oh, fuck! What am I to do for she has started kissing her way down to my stomach? My breathing. Once again, I can’t breathe.
She stops to plant kisses, to nibble, and to lick. She takes her time. She gives me time to recover the breath I was recently desperate for, as if I can! A kiss to the top of my stomach, a lick to my side, a nibble to the muscle, oh shit, her tongue just made its way across my belly button.
This is crazier than anything I could have even dreamed up, crazier than anything I have ever done. It can’t be happening. Somehow, somewhere along the way, she has made me so hot that I lose any self-control I may have had. I lose all patience. I push her head towards my crotch for now can’t wait to feel her lips on my pussy, to have her stick that beautiful tongue of hers inside me, to give me what my body is screaming for.
She finally reaches my pussy and I feel her hot breath on my clit. Air blows across them softly. It tickles and it burns. With agonizing slowness, she licks the top and sides of my pussy lips.
My body reacts as if it has just been hit with a Taser! Every muscle tightens, my body gives a spasm, my mouth opens and I groan. I can hardly believe that I spread my legs wider urging her to continue.
I close my eyes and hold my breath in anticipation. Anticipation of what I don’t know but if what I feel now is just the beginning for what is to come. God, someone, anyone, give me some fricking air!
Susan takes my swollen pussy lips into her mouth and sucks on them gently. She sucks on them for a while and then releases them to flick my clit with her tongue.
Never have I imagined I could feel this way. Never have I let myself even think of this; she is driving me crazy. What is this woman doing to me!
She stops her flicking, sucks and then flicks my clit again. She does this repeatedly; the clit, the bud, between my swollen pussy lips. I get hotter, and my moans come more frequently. Is this what it is supposed to feel like? I feel on fire! My pussy lips feel swollen. No not feel, they are swollen and the slightest touch is pain and bliss.
Finally, she spreads my pussy lips and plunges her tongue into my cunt. I let out a squeal of delight; I spread my legs wider, and reach down to push her head harder into me.
She pulls her tongue out of my cunt and laps up the juices that pour out of me. Her tongue goes up and down my clit and if feels so, so good! Yes! She plunges her tongue back inside again.
My back arches. Every few strokes she pulls back a little to suck my pussy lips into her mouth for a few seconds and every time she does this, she pulls and nibbles just a little harder, a little harder, and a little harder.
She is making me stupid! Hot and stupid! I am sure she knows exactly that is what she is doing to me. I’m sure she knows that I usually would not spread my legs so wide. That she knows I would not beg her to give me an orgasm.
That’s it! Enough is enough. I may be acting like a slut but this dam slut is going to get some satisfaction.
I take hold of the back of Susan’s head and I push her forcefully into my pussy.
My freaking stomach is quivering, god what is that all about. A whining starts. I try to stop it but there is no stopping. What the hell is happening? More quivering of the stomach, the whines increase in volume than change to a scream as my orgasm rips through me.
I have never had such a good feeling as this before. My pussy is pulsating and it is gushing out the hot liquid that has burned out the inside of my cunt, so freaking hot, so freaking much.
Susan reaches up as my pussy goes crazy and takes my nipples between her fingers; she pulls.
My scream increases tenfold…I beg her to pull harder and the harder she pulls on my nipples and the harder she sucks on my pussy the greater my orgasm booms, pounds and vibrates. I hardly recognize the scream for I have never screamed like that in all my short seventeen years. What a wonderful feeling. How I hope it goes on forever.
Spent, I lie back on the bed and try to bring my breathing back under control. Susan stays between my thighs giving the occasional gentle lick and blow on my pussy. Not helping is the fact that I am half in shock and half in wonder.