My Little Pussy Collection #1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Maybe I am. I can be naughty sometimes.”

  He laughed again. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

  “I’m lying naked on my bed.”

  There was a long pause, which caused me to grin.

  “Amanda, are you ok?”

  “I’m fine, why?”

  “You sound weird.”

  “Maybe that’s how I sound when I’m naked.”

  Another long pause.

  “Amanda, what’s gotten into you today?”

  I giggled at his choice of words. Well, actually it was yesterday something had gotten into me.

  My hand returned to my pussy as I thought about Robbie. I’d always considered him a friend, so I’d never thought of him as a boy. But now as I recalled his bushy long hair and clear green eyes, I saw him in a different light, and felt a pulse of pleasure between my legs. Was it possible Robbie and I could…?

  “You’re being weird,” he said. “Hey, the reason I called is that my parents are taking my little sister to the zoo, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and swim. We’ll have the whole pool to ourselves without Dana around to bug us.”

  “I would love to.” Another pulse twitched between my legs. A whole day alone with Robbie and my horny little pussy? Seems like all those years of praying were paying off.

  “Great. They’re leaving right now, so come on over whenever you want.”

  “I’ll be right there.”

  I hung up the phone and smiled. This was going to be fun.

  Robbie didn’t share my religious views, but he was cool. He was a bit of a nerd, and a virgin like me – or like I used to be. But his virginity wasn’t his choice, and he liked to tell me what he would do to a girl if he ever got one alone. I let him know I disapproved of him talking like that, how he was sinning just discussing it, but he just grinned and became more graphic in his details, forcing me to put my hands over my ears and run out of the room.

  I got out of bed and went to my dresser to get my bathing suit. Opening the drawer, I saw my old faithful – a black one-piece that I had worn for the last three years. Two, actually, I had to get a new one when my breasts had a growth spurt, but it was the same conservative design, so I considered it the same suit.

  But as I pulled it from the drawer, I caught sight of a flash of colors beneath it. I smiled. There in the drawer were three never-before-worn bikinis. They were all gifts from my Aunt Jenny. She would always complain that I dressed too conservatively and would buy me risqué clothes and then try to talk me into wearing them.

  I would complain to my mom about it, but she told me that’s the way her sister was, and that I should just smile and say thank you, then put the clothes away somewhere. I wanted to throw them out, but she said I should hold onto them in case Aunt Jenny ever asked about them.

  Now I was glad I kept them. As I pulled them from the drawer an idea began to formulate in my mind.

  “Hey, Amanda. Come on in.” Bobby held the door open for me, and then closed it as I walked into his living room.

  “Thanks for inviting me,” I said, “it’s hot out today.”

  “Perfect day for swimming. And the best part is my bratty sister isn’t around to pester us. You want something to drink?”

  “A lemonade if you have it.”

  “I’m sure we do,” he said, and then went to the refrigerator, opened the door, and peered inside.

  I took a seat on one of the kitchen counter stools and checked out my best friend from behind. He was tall and lean, and his butt looked real nice as he bent over into the refrigerator. He already had his swimming trunks on, and the soft material clung to his butt cheeks as he bent forward. I hadn’t finished what I had started in bed, and my pussy gave a little twitch of excitement.

  He found the lemonade and poured us both a glass. It felt good going down, and I watched with interest as he drank his. I got a little thrill as I realized he had no idea what was about to happen to him.

  “What?” he said, when he noticed me looking at him.

  “Nothing.” I tried to keep a poker face, but he must’ve noticed something.

  “What’s going on? You look like you’re up to something.”

  I gave him my best innocent smile. “Robbie, you’re just imagining things. There’s nothing going on.”

  “Why were you acting weird on the phone?”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, you.”

  “You’re crazy.” I waved my hand.

  He gave me a suspicious look. “Okay, we’ll see. You ready to go in the pool?”

  “I have to put on my bathing suit first.”

  His brow furrowed in a puzzled expression. “Why didn’t you just wear it under your clothes like you always do?”

  “Because I need your help with something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I decided to switch to a new bathing suit, and I wondered if you would help me pick which one’s the best?”

  “A new bathing suit? What’s wrong with your black one?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m just in the mood for something different.”

  “You? Something different? Now I know something’s going on.”

  I picked up my small gym bag. “Are you going to help me, or not?”

  “Sure, whatever you want. What can I do?”

  “I’ll model them for you, and you let me know which one you like.”

  “How many are there?”

  “Three.”

  He nodded. “Okay, where do you want to do this?”

  “You sit on the couch in the living room, and I’ll change in the downstairs bath.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” He headed into the other room.

  I felt my stomach fluttering as I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Was I really going to do this? Then my pussy twisted in anticipation, and I knew that, yes, I was going to go through with it.

  I looked at the three bikinis and chose the most conservative one first. Although the word conservative really couldn’t be applied to what I was holding in my hand. It was bright pink, and the bottoms where pretty much a thong.

  After quickly removing my clothes, I pulled the bottoms up around my hips. While the back was a thin strap that road down through my butt crack, the front was wide enough to cover my mound. The top was very low-cut, and as I snapped the front clasp together, I noticed that it barely covered my pink areolas.

  Checking myself in the mirror, even I was shocked. The inside swells of my breasts were clearly visible, and when I turned around it looked like I was pretty much naked from the back. To finish off the look, I pulled my ponytail out of the elastic band, allowing my curly blonde locks to tumble down over my shoulders.

  I grinned. Robbie was going to have a hemorrhage when he saw me.

  Taking a deep breath to steel my nerves, I left the bath and walked into the living room.

  The television was on and Robbie had an xbox controller in his hand, with his attention focused solely on the driving game. I moved to the middle of the room and stood there, waiting for him to notice.

  He glanced up at me and then back at the game. It took a moment for his brain to register what he had seen, but then his eyes went wide and he stared at me. The sound of a crashing car came from the TV.

  “What is that?” he asked.

  I smiled. “It’s one of my new bathing suits. Do you like it?”

  “It’s amazing. But why are you wearing it?”

  “I decided I needed a change from that boring black thing.” I walked closer and stood right in front of him.

  “It’s certainly not boring.” I watched as his eyes lingered over my breasts and then traveled down my stomach and focused between my legs. I felt a soft bubble of wetness burst inside me from his gaze.

  “You really like it?” I performed a slow twirl, allowing him to see the back before I turned to face him again. His eyes were even wider.

  “Holy crap!” he said, “Amanda, is tha
t really you?”

  I giggled. “Who else would it be?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe the real Amanda was abducted by aliens, and you’re her clone.”

  I laughed and smiled wide. “You’re silly. Do you really like it?”

  “Oh yeah. That’s the one. That’s the best of the three. Wear that one.”

  “You haven’t even seen the others.”

  “It doesn’t matter. Wear that one.”

  I turned and walked to the bathroom. “Nope, you have to see them all. I’ll be right back.” I quickly glanced back and caught him staring at my butt. He didn’t even look up and try to pretend he wasn’t. I smiled.

  In the bathroom I held up the next one. It was blue and similar to the first, except it was narrower in the front. When I slid the bottoms up and straightened them out, I noticed that the edges of my pubic hair peeked out slightly from both sides. The top was even skimpier, and the straps strained against the weight of my full breasts.

  When I returned to the living room this time, Robbie wasn’t playing his game. Instead, his attention was focused solely on me. As I moved in front of him, he got that look of wonder on his face again, and his eyes seemed to look everywhere at once.

  “What do you think?”

  “That one’s better. Definitely that one.”

  I giggled. “You really think so?”

  He nodded. “Yes. Wear that one.”

  “But there’s a problem with it.”

  “I don’t see a problem.”

  I stepped closer until I was standing between his spread knees. “Look at this,” I said, as I ran my fingertips up the edges of the bottoms, brushing through the soft wisps of exposed pubic hairs. “It doesn’t cover me completely.”

  His eyes bore into me, focused on my crotch just inches away. I noted with satisfaction that he had a lovely large lump in the front of his pants.

  “I- I don’t think that’s a problem,” he said with dilated pupils.

  “You sure?” I ran my fingers through the hair again. “Most girls don’t show their bush when they wear a bathing suit.”

  “Um, maybe not, but you’re just wearing it here, so no one else can see.”

  I smiled. “You’re right. It’s just you and me. You ready for the third?”

  “Yeah,” he said distractedly as his eyes never left my crotch.

  “Be right back then,” I said, and headed for the bathroom, feeling his eyes on my ass without looking back.

  The last one was yellow, and when I put it on, even I was unsure I could do this. The top was basically two triangles and some string, and the triangles barely covered my areolas.

  The bottom was string and a narrow strip of cloth, about two inches wide. As I snugged it up against my mound, it settled into the groove of my pussy, pulling in even narrower. The sides of my bush were on full display.

  I took another deep breath and headed out. When I turned the corner I saw Robbie sitting back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His hand was rubbing against the bulge in his swimsuit.

  I cleared my throat and he sat up quickly, his momentary embarrassment erased by his astonishment. His mouth dropped open and he gaped at my crotch.

  “Holy shit!” he muttered.

  “I’m not sure about this one,” I said, moving to stand between his knees again.

  “It’s amazing.”

  “But what about this?” I asked, combing my fingers through my pubic hair.

  “It doesn’t bother me.” His eyes were soaking in my exposed flesh.

  “You sure?” I said, as I lifted one leg and rested my bare foot on the couch beside him, exposing myself even more. My pussy was just inches from his face.

  A slight bit of fear appeared in his expression. “Amanda, what are you doing?”

  I smiled. “I just wanted to share some news with my best friend.”

  “What news?”

  “I lost my virginity yesterday.”

  His eyes snapped up to my face, his mouth gaping again. “What?”

  “It’s true.”

  “That’s not possible. You wouldn’t do that.”

  I laughed. “I’ll admit, I was a bit reluctant, but after it started, I couldn’t believe I had held out for so long. It was wonderful.”

  “Wonderful?”

  “Yes, Robbie. It felt wonderful. And I thought, I need to share this with my best friend. Maybe I could show him how wonderful it is.”

  “M-Me?”

  “Yes. Do you want to know what it feels like to have your cock in a tight warm pussy?”

  He was unable to speak for a moment, hearing me say those words I had never used before

  “You can touch me if you want.”

  “T-Touch you?”

  “Yes.” I ran my fingers over my mound. “Touch me here.”

  He sat there staring, not moving a muscle.

  “Please,” I said, “I want to feel your hand on me.”

  As if in a daze, he lifted his hand towards me. I felt like I was in a dream myself as my best friend slowly reached between my legs.

  I groaned as his fingers grazed through my soft blonde curls, and then louder when he cupped my mound in his palm, holding it gently.

  “Ooooh, that feels nice,” I breathed. “Do you like that?”

  He nodded distractedly as his hand began to move, gently caressing my pussy. I could feel the wetness seeping out of me, soaking into the cloth that stretched tightly over my labia.

  “My pussy’s getting wet. Do you want to feel how wet you’ve made me?”

  He nodded again, unable to tear his eyes from what his fingers were doing.

  “Go ahead, feel inside.”

  He slid a finger under the edge of the material, and stretched it to the side, revealing my pussy to his gaze. I heard him gasp softly as he paused a moment just to look at it.

  I rolled my hips slightly, encouraging him to continue. Tentatively, his fingers traced along my slit, becoming slick from my juices, and then they pressed slightly into me, probing through my outer lips to caress the soft, pink inner ones.

  “Uhhhh,” I moaned. Sparks of pleasure fired off inside of me as his fingers explored my intimate flesh. He wasn’t sure where to touch me, so he touched me everywhere, moving his fingers around. It all felt good, but occasionally he would bump against my clit, and an extra jolt of pleasure shuddered through me.

  “Feels so good,” I whispered, and combed my fingers through his hair. “Does my pussy feel good to you?”

  “It feels amazing.”

  I smiled. “Robbie, are you hard?”

  His eyes darted up to meet mine. “What?”

  “Is your dick hard? I saw you rubbing it when I came in.”

  “Um, I was just scratching an itch.”

  I giggled. “It’s ok. It makes me hot to think that I made you hard.”

  “Um, yeah, I’m very hard.”

  “Can I touch it?”

  “Um, yeah, um, sure. If you want to.”

  “I want to.” I reached down between his legs and rested my hand against the swollen bulge in his pants. It was my turn to be shocked when I felt his hard flesh beneath the thin material. His cock was even bigger than Justin’s had been. I felt my pussy spasm in pleasure.

  I ran my hand over his swollen contours, like a blind person feeling a face. It was very thick, and I tried to grip it all the way around, but my hand was too small.

  He groaned out a sigh and shifted his hips, giving me more room to maneuver.

  Suddenly I knew what I wanted to do.

  I moved to my knees, kneeling between his spread legs. He looked down at me in shock.

  “What are you doing?”

  I gave a small laugh. “Getting ready to suck your cock. Is that ok?”

  “Amanda, are you sure?”

  I smiled wide. “I’m very sure. But I’ve never done this before, so I may not be very good at it.”

  “Oh god.”

  “Just relax and enjoy.” I reache
d out to the waistband of his trunks and slid my fingers under it. I tried to pull it out, but his cock got caught on it, and it took me a moment to work it free. When I did, his hard dick sprang upward, almost hitting me in the face.

  I stared at it in amazement. My friend had been keeping a secret. It was huge.

  It arched rigidly up from his groin, looking painfully solid. The large, plum-like head was smooth and swollen with its distinctively raised ridge that curved up on both sides to meet the slotted tip, where a small drop of clear fluid was oozing out. It was beautiful.

  I looked up at his face, and saw him gazing back down it me in rapt attention. “Do you want me to suck you?”

  “Oh yeah,” he grunted.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Please.”

  I tugged at his trunks and he got the message, lifting his hips to allow me to pull them down and off. Now I got to see his ball sack, which was hairy and loose, and his balls rested on the couch cushion. His cock looked even bigger now that it was completely free.

  Resting my hands on his thighs, I leaned forward and brought my lips close to him. Inhaling deeply, I took in his musky scent, which caused my pussy to twist again.

  I brushed my lips softly against the front of his cock head, and then kissed it gently, feeling its spongy warmth. He groaned in reaction, and then his cock twitched and the head swelled even tighter.

  I continued my kiss, keeping my lips against him as I sucked gently on the tip. My tongue darted out, licking at his skin, loving its mild salty taste.

  The tip of my tongue discovered his slitted hole, and I licked at the fluid waiting there. Once again my senses lit up from the flavor, which was the liquid version of the masculine scent I had smelled earlier.

  Robbie moaned again, and took a deep breath.

  I reached up and took hold of the base of the shaft, while at the same time sliding my lips over the head, locking them around the flared ridge. It felt huge in my mouth as my tongue flicked over the sensitive skin, licking up more of his leaking juices.

  “Uhhh,” he groaned, and I looked up to see his face. He was staring back at me with a lustful slack-jawed expression, but his eyes were watchful and alert.

  I smiled around his cock, and he responded with a slight smile of his own. Then I locked my lips tightly around him again, and began to bob my head slowly, taking him in and out of my mouth.