Holly Heats It Up (Holly Craig Erotica)

by Jodie Halliday

  “We have to be quiet sweetie. It would be bad news if Neil came up to see what the noise was.”

  “Hol, I’m shaking so much!”

  “I know you are. And we’re both getting excited, right?” Jess nodded, unsure whether it was OK to talk of such things while they were happening. “I love your kisses, Jess, so soft and passionate.” Holly covered the girl’s breast with her palm and Jess grabbed it outside the t-shirt.

  “Oh Hol, I had no idea!” she gasped, her breathing once again heavy, irregular.

  “Sweetie, I’m going to kiss you everywhere, you know that, OK?”

  “What, everywhere?”

  “I’ve seen everywhere. Now I really want to kiss you all over. Take my skirt off.” Jessica found the zip and as Holly raised her bottom off the bed she slid it down her legs as far as possible. She seemed reluctant to move away from their embrace as though she might not be allowed back, but Holly helped and was pleased to see she had put her black panties on with lace trimming around the waistband. She squeezed Jessica’s nipple gently to bring her back to the action and covered her lips with her own as she squealed again. ‘Shh!” said Holly, smiling at her. Jessica flipped another button on her shirt and pushed the material aside.

  “Yours are bigger than mine,” she said quietly, touching the soft flesh above her bra.

  Holly nodded, grinning at her innocence. “Let’s get naked, nice and slowly.” She pushed the t-shirt over her head and sighed in delight at the sight of her breasts which hadn’t been on display quite like her lower delights when they first met. “Oh Jess, you’re so pretty!” said Holly, kissing her neck. Jessica leaned back to give her access, her exploration of Holly put on hold. She trembled and gasped again as Holly’s mouth touched her neck, then down over her shoulders, heading for the small mounds below. Jessica grabbed Holly’s hair, guiding her towards the little swollen teats as the warm mouth inched closer and closer. Holly closed in on the nipple, taking it gently between her lips and Jessica seemed to explode off the bed, reacting with mild panic and alarm at the feeling that seemed to shoot through her. Holly used her hand to cover the girl’s mouth, reminding her that Neil was downstairs, then released her and straddled her legs.

  “Undo my buttons Jess. Strip me!” She seemed to need no further permission as her fingers worked deftly to flick the buttons and push the pale grey material aside. Holly undid the cuffs and leaned forward, kissing her lips again. “Take it off me!” she whispered. Jessica obliged, pushing the shirt off her shoulders and throwing it on the floor. A noise from downstairs stopped them in the tracks and they froze, waiting to hear if there was another noise to give some indication of movement or purpose. A gentle flushing noise came next.

  “Toilet, downstairs,” whispered Jessica with a grin.

  “Get my bra off!” hissed Holly. Jessica flipped the catch and gasped as Holly’s pert little breasts spilled out of the black cups of her bra. She started to reach out and stopped, looking up at Holly in awe but unsure whether she was allowed to touch. Holly smiled, took her hand and placed it on her breast. The little girl groaned again, squeezed and smiled.

  “So perfect, so warm and soft Hol!”

  Holly leaned forward again and mashed her breasts against Jess’s which were several sizes smaller than her own 34B’s. They both groaned quietly into each other’s mouths as they kissed and wriggled a little as the feeling of togetherness rippled through their bodies. Holly slid to her side and pulled the girl down so that her mouth lined up with her right nipple.

  “Suck on me baby, nice and gently. Be my baby for me tonight, eh?” Jessica latched onto the nipple and did as she was told, sucking gently and touching the smooth swell of her breast with her warm fingers. Holly closed her eyes and leaned back against the pillow, savoring the perfect delight of two warm lips around her nipple. She ran her fingers through the girl’s long blonde hair, feeling it as it cascaded over her hand and tickled her arm. “Oh god, you beautiful girl, Jess!” She touched her back then felt down towards her buttocks and slipped inside what seemed to be a jogging outfit.

  “Hol, I’m, you know, down there!”

  “Aroused?” Jessica nodded. “Wet?” She nodded again. Holly took her hand and laid it on her stomach. “Feel me.” Jessica’s hand slid down towards Holly’s pussy but stopped on her black lacey panties. Holly took her hand and moved it back up a little. “Inside Jess!” She covered Jessica’s hand and guided her underneath the material, then released her fingers to do their own exploration. Holly guided Jessica back to her nipple and felt her heart thump in her chest as the little warm mouth re-engaged and her middle finger grazed over her clit. Holly opened her legs, giving the girl maximum access and gasped as the finger slid down the soaking wet channel of her pussy.

  “Oh my god!” said Jessica, her breath short. “Oh Hol!”

  “That’s it baby, just the same as you, right?” Holly felt around Jessica’s buttocks and then touched inside her upper thighs. The girl was having trouble keeping attached to her nipple but Holly just pushed her breast out a little more, indicating what she needed. Her fingers found Jessica’s pubic hair and tugged slightly before very lightly trailing down over her soft, warm outer lips. She felt Jessica’s hand tightening around her own pussy and quickly slipped her middle finger all the way along Jessica’s slippery vagina. Both girls groaned at the exquisite feeling but Holly pulled Jessica harder still against her breast in an attempt to stifle her groans. Holly could feel her inner lips and the abundant slippery juices that seemed to coat everything.

  Holly pushed her finger a little way inside the girl then gently massaged her lips, spreading the juice and expanding the slickness all over her sex. She sensed she was close even though she had hardly begun to touch her and when she pushed in again and massaged her inner lips her buttocks shot off the bed. Holly pulled the girl’s mouth to her own in case she screamed, kissed her hard and then pushed her clothing down to her ankles. The girl naturally parted her legs and Holly glanced at the perfect sight of her bold outer lips and the small patch of pure blonde hair that crowned her clit. She pushed inside her again now with two fingers but no more than an inch.

  “Come for me baby!” she whispered. She moved the pillow slightly away from the girl, pretty sure she was going to need it soon. Her fingers gently circled around her vagina and the little inner lips but Holly could only feel her way rather than see down there. She wet her thumb from the excess juice around the girls opening and very lightly circled her clit. Jessica jumped once again, unprepared maybe for the sensation of someone else touching her in that sensitive spot. Holly withdrew her finger and trailed them along her soft inner thighs. Jessica shifted, groaning, her arousal peaking and then dissipating slightly as Holly teased her. She leaned down and as she kissed her neck and throat she once again found the entrance to her pussy and pushed in, withdrew and pushed in again. The steady rhythm gathered pace and Jessica’s trembles turned into shakes. She groaned more loudly and Holly kissed her lips again as her thumb spread the lubrication around her clit.

  “Hol!” she pleaded, her voice young, childlike and desperate, like the beginning of tears.

  “Come for me baby! Just let it happen!” Holly kissed her mouth hard, feeling the girl’s breath battling against her own. Jessica’s hands thrashed around the bed, trying to hold onto anything she could find as her thoughts zeroed in on the only thing that mattered. She grabbed Holly’s hair and her breast as Holly thrust harder into her, swirling around her clit with more force as the girl’s buttocks shook as though spring-loaded. She gasped, cried out into Holly’s mouth and then froze, silent as the orgasm crashed through her little body. She could feel her vagina pulsing against her fingers, soaking her as the rigid girl began to gently shake then writhe on the bed. Holly grabbed the pillow and forced it against her face, not caring that she might suffocate but definitely worried that Neil might hear the scream that seemed sure to come. It did and Jessica released a lung-full of a scream, her first orgas
m with another person brought on by her first kiss and the first visitor to her room. As the scream died away Holly released the pillow and allowed her to breath, watching her closely in case of an encore. She cupped the girl’s pussy, stimulating it gently as her shaking continued and her gasps of breath turned to sobs of joy. Jessica was incoherent for several minutes, mumbling in Holly’s arms, crying and gasping at what truly seemed to be an erotic turning point in her life. She tried to look up at Holly now and again but words seemed to fail her and she dissolved back into tears and hugs.

  Holly pulled the covers up around them both as it seemed to be getting cold in the room and cradled her in her arms again. “Shh, it’s OK, rest.”

  Jessica shook her head, tried to say something and paused, then looked up into Holly’s eyes. “So beautiful, so perfect!” They kissed tenderly and Holly closed her eyes as a wave of joy passed through her. They lay together for some time, just listening to the howling wind and their soft breathing. Finally, Holly looked over Jessica’s head at the little clock beside the bed.

  “Neil’s going to come up soon and light the fire in your Mum and Dad’s room. I ought to help him sweetie.”

  “Oh, now?”

  Holly understood what she meant and kissed her lips. “I’ll be back later.”

  Jessica nodded and Holly dressed, ran her fingers though her hair and left her shoes by the bedside table.

  “Holly?” said Jessica, propped up on one elbow.

  “Mmm?”

  “Um, you had no hair, down there I mean.”

  “I got rid of it, a few months ago.” She smiled, reassuring the girl who looked like she thought it was the result of an illness.

  “You’re allowed to do that?”

  “You can do anything you want, Jess!” Jessica giggled and lay back down on the pillow.

  Chapter 4

  There was a light flickering against the walls downstairs and Holly made her way carefully towards it. Her fingers smelled of girl as she sniffed them at the top of the stairs so she bent cautiously to wipe them on the carpet before continuing down. Neil had his laptop open at the dining table and Holly was pleased to see a glow of normality against his face. He smiled warmly at her even though she chose to sit on the sofa.

  “Is she OK?”

  “Yeah, but she’s not happy about moving to be closer to her university. It means she’ll have to live at home.”

  “Even in the first year?”

  “I think so, yes,” said Hilly, tucking her feet in as she lay back against a cushion.

  “That’s so stupid. The first year is when you find out about the world, make friends, make sure you’re taking the right course.”

  “Yup, and you find out just how prepared you are to do the things your parents did for you.”

  “And party!”

  “Huh, I gave most of those a miss, concentrated on my studies.”

  “Oh,” said Neil. He looked back at his screen and played with the mouse.

  “My parents weren’t well off, still aren’t actually. I had a full scholarship so I had to get great grades to qualify each year.”

  “No boyfriends?”

  “Uh uh, not until the third year.” She presumed he was doing a calculation to work out when she lost her virginity. “Making up for it now though,” she added, unsure why she had used those words rather than saying how wonderful Ricky was.

  Neil smiled and got up. “We should light the fire.”

  “Jess says there is coal and kindling wood in the basement by the stairs. I’ll grab some.”

  “I’ll help, it’ll be dirty.”

  They descended into the basement and found the wood and coal then realised that the coal was going to make a mess if they moved it. Holly went back to the kitchen and collected a paper carrier bag. They put about a dozen lumps into the bag for Neil to carry and with a bundle of wood in her arms, Holly led the way back to the kitchen where she put the wood on the work surface. She grabbed a new candle from the box, lit it then stuck it to a saucer. Neil followed her upstairs to the master suite which she had not even seen so far that day.

  “So this is the master, good closet space for clothes, view out to the rear of the property,” said Neil as he put the bag down by the grate.

  Holly raised the candle and turned a slow circle, admiring the little that she could see. The wallpaper had a golden glow to it and there was more space in the room that she had imagined with at least five feet between the big bed and the fireplace and about the same amount from the bed to the door. She placed the candle beside the bed and pushed down on the mattress. It was firmer than her bed in Foley Road but about the same as in Ricky’s apartment.

  “Is that your side?” asked Neil.

  Holly smiled at him, pleased that he wasn’t embarrassed to ask such a question. “I’m not sure. I haven’t had to choose until recently. You can have first pick.”

  “Then I choose where you are, so you’re closer to the fire.”

  “Ah, that’s so sweet,” said Holly, meaning it. “Thank you.” She went back downstairs and returned with the wood and some newspaper. Neil crumpled the newspaper into tight balls and placed them in the grate, added a few pieces of kindling wood then laid the lumps of coal on top. Holly watched as he twisted a sheet of newspaper into a taper.

  “Here, you can do the honors,” he said. She thanked him and brought the taper up to the candle’s flame. It caught immediately and flared up. “Be careful of your hair, Holly.”

  She leaned back to keep it away from the flame but that wasn’t quite as effective as she had hoped. Neil reached over to her, gathered her long hair and held it in a pony-tail as she pushed the taper into the paper and wood. He held it for far longer than necessary before letting go and smoothing it back into place. They both smiled and exchanged nods, watching in silence as the flames licked, explored then began to take hold. The wood crackled and smoked, a happy sound that suggested warmth and light for the night.

  “I hope the flue is open,” said Neil, peering up into the chimney. “If not we’ll be smoked to death in our beds.”

  Even with the fire Holly was beginning to feel cold in the house and she went back downstairs for her coat. It seemed out of place in the bedroom.

  “Cold?” he asked as she sat down on the side of the bed.

  “Yeah, a bit, the house is cooling quite quickly I think.”

  “I remember once, in my second year at university, waking up to find ice on the blankets.”

  “Wow, you should have complained to the landlord!”

  “Wasn’t my house.”

  “Ah,” grinned Holly, hoping to hear a few more of his stories. “My room gets cold but I just turn the fire on and wait a while.”

  “Yeah. Times haven’t really changed much in the rented accommodation business.”

  “Tenants change though, there’s always someone who seems to be moving in or out around our way.”

  “That’s true. How many at your place?”

  “It’s two bedrooms, just me and another girl. Well, another two sometimes.”

  “Oh, um, OK.” Said Neil, clearly taken off guard.

  “Ha, no, not me. The other tenant, Suzy, has a girlfriend who seems to stay more and more at our place.”

  Neil chuckled at his mistake. “Oh, of course. Good to have company isn’t it?”

  “Yeah, they’re really nice girls. I introduced them, well, sort of anyway.”

  “It’s so much more acceptable today thank goodness. All very secret when I was there.”

  She stared at the fire which was now giving out heat. The paper had gone and the wood was ablaze, coaxing the coal to life.

  “Jess has no friends, Neil. Not one,” said Holly thoughtfully. She brought her feet up onto the edge bed and lay on her side, staring at the fire. The orange flames gave Neil’s face a tanned look and she relaxed into the duvet, absorbing the heat and growing sense of camaraderie in their moment of crisis. His head was inches from her thigh and sh
e thought they were positioned as though they were being posed for an old-fashioned oil painting. ‘Man and woman by the fire’ might be a good title. Maybe ‘Older man and young girl before revealing their inner souls to each other’ would be better. Holly had a growing sense that she would tell him anything and everything before dawn when they snuggled under the covers.

  “What about school friends?”

  “Nope, not allowed here and she’s now home schooled.” Holly glanced at the bedroom door and saw it was slightly ajar. “That was part of the shock when I barged in on her. First person to enter her room except Mum and Dad.”

  “Seems like Dickensian times,” he said, turning to her. He rested his hand on the bed, almost touching her stockinged thigh.

  “Yeah, or something you read later in True Crime or something like that. You know, where the girl has been locked away for years.”

  “Well, let’s hope we can make this weekend something for her to remember other than being frightened to death by two strangers. Seems to me that’s what people should do, willingly, when they find that sort of problem.”

  “I agree, but there’s always the parent’s wishes to consider.” Neil nodded and patted her leg.

  “We ought to think about showers if anyone wants one. The bathroom will start to get cold and the hot water won’t last forever.”

  “I’ll ask Jess, see what she wants to do.” Holly knocked on Jess’s door and entered after she heard a muffled few words. Jess was reading by candlelight and Holly grinned as she closed the door behind her.

  “Hey, what’s up?”

  “Hol! I just woke up!”

  “You went to sleep?”

  She sighed with pleasure. “Yeah, such a beautiful sleep, Hol. So peaceful.”