“Turn round and I’ll wash your back,” said Jenny, grabbing the pink bar of soap. The tiles were cold against her breasts but the water helped a little. All thoughts of discomfort vanished when she felt the smooth hands on her shoulders, massaging gently as the soap dribbled down towards her bottom. Leslie moved a little away from the wall, encouraging Jenny. More soap, more hands, reaching round to her breasts, then down again and over her buttocks. She felt like bending over completely, surrendering to the girl, especially when her hands washed her thighs, sliding so very close to her pussy. The shower was so much nicer than at home with its cracked tiles and persistent mildew. She couldn’t imagine having another girl in that shower, the embarrassment would be unbearable.
“Someone from school, someone older?” asked Leslie as Jenny massaged her shoulders once again. She felt the girl rubbing up against her, their soapy bodies slipping easily in a slow, seductive rhythm as the water coursed between them. Leslie pushed back, pleased with the sensation of her friend’s warm body.
“Who? Oh, no, nobody at school.”
“Older?”
“Much older” replied Jenny.
“What?”
Jenny knelt behind her and washed Leslie’s shins, running the soap over her smooth legs as her hands worked higher. Pushing gently she parted Leslie’s legs a few inches and ran her hands around the top of her thighs, brushing against her pussy.
Leslie gasped quietly with the light touch against her sex. “Much older?” asked Leslie, her interest peaking with the thought that Jenny had gained experience from someone outside their clique. The side of Jenny’s soapy hand brushed her labia for the second time. She thought the shower taps might support her if her legs gave way.
“Promise you won’t tell?” asked Jenny as she slipped her hand between Leslie’s legs. Her middle finger very slowly teased between the puffy lips of her vagina and Leslie braced herself against the cool tiles as though she was being strip-searched.
“I promise.”
“Someone I baby-sit.”
Leslie paused to think for a while, distracted by the bar of soap that pushed between her buttocks. “You baby-sit for someone old?” Leslie was fascinated but at the same time she wondered how Jenny could be so much more mature than her. She had a baby-sitting job, she had learned about sex almost a year ago, she was comfortable being naked and yet they were just about the same age. Leslie frowned at the possibility that everyone else in her class had done something similar except her, that she was the most backward and inexperienced girl in her year.
Jenny giggled. “No, baby-sit for two eight year-olds. Their Mum is like thirty-something. Her husband buggered off three years ago.”
“So she did stuff with you?” Jenny pushed gently into Leslie’s anus with a soapy finger. “Oh fuck!”
“Did that hurt?” asked Jenny.
“No,” said Leslie, smiling, giggling as she rested more heavily against the tiles. “No, not at all.” She felt like she was sweating even though she was under the shower.
Jenny pushed in again very slowly until her other fingers rested against her buttocks, remaining there as Leslie gripped the shower fitting. She slid her finger back and forth a little, making Leslie groan almost continually.
“You like?”
“Hmm, god yeah,” she said, nodding with a slight grin and after a minute of bliss Leslie simply surrendered. Even if someone had run in with a camera and plastered pictures all around the school, she would not have swapped her privacy for that moment. She bent forward slightly and once again pushed her buttocks out towards Jenny, affirming that she was her slave as long as she kept up the amazing stimulation.
“She taught me that.” She slipped out her finger and teased her asshole with more soap as Leslie reveled in the new feeling. “She collected toys after her husband left.”
“Why, for the kids?”
Jenny laughed, but good naturedly. “No, by toys I mean things for sex, like vibrators. You know what they are, right?” Leslie nodded, thankful that she did indeed know what they were although she had yet to see one. “She showed me some of her collection and after about a month of visits she showed me how to use one. It was like three little balls on a stalk, each one wider than the other. She pushed it very slowly into my bum.” Jenny continued her exploration of Leslie, swapping her index finger for her middle finger and pushing deeper inside her classmate. “I was in her pool, over her lap. I was thrashing around like I was going to drown!”
Leslie exhaled at the exquisite feeling. She felt like kneeling, presenting her buttocks to Jenny, allowing her to anything except remove her fingers.
“Like this,” said Jenny, pushing just her little finger into Leslie’s anus. “First ball,” she said, slipping in and out freely. “Nice and easy. Then the second ball, wider.” Leslie felt the little finger slide out, only to be replaced by what she guessed was her middle finger. “Good?”
“Oh god yes.”
“Then the last ball,” she said, adding her index finger and pushing in deep and hard, sliding her soapy fingers back and forth.
“Turn round.” Leslie flipped around and looked down at Jenny, her wet hair matted against her shoulders and her small breasts crowned with delightful nipples. Leslie pushed herself towards Jenny, fairly sure what she would do next. Jenny directed the water down Leslie’s front, ensuring that the soap was washed off her thighs and pussy. “Almost clean.”
With the bar of soap Jenny again pushed between Leslie’s thighs, concentrating now on her pussy and her engorged clit. Leslie reached out and grabbed the girl’s hand, holding the soap against her pussy as tremors built inside her stomach. She exhaled and slowly let go, and after washing her off once more, Jenny laid the soap down and gripped Leslie’s thighs. Shuffling forward slightly into the full force of the spray she closed her eyes and licked along the length of Leslie’s pussy, finishing off with a flourish over her clit. Leslie could see the jets bouncing off the head and shoulders of the dark-haired girl as a perfectly pink tongue lapped slowly up and down Leslie’s throbbing pussy.
“So clean, so wet!”
She wanted to scream with delight at the new sensation and wondered if she might poop or pee with the thrill. She grabbed Jenny’s head, holding her tightly as utter delight ripped through her and thoughts of losing her balance ran through her mind. She desperately wanted to open her legs for Jenny, as wide as possible, to fully expose herself to this angel who had already given her more pleasure than anything she had given to herself. She slid down the wall of the shower and pushed her legs either side of her new found friend, grinning like a maniac.
“Now you’re clean.”
Leslie laughed with the comment and the pleasure she felt inside, naked and soaking wet with this girl from one of the wealthiest families in town who treated her like a princess. She looked into Jenny’s lovely eyes and while still wondering why on earth Jenny had chosen her she kissed her lips as the shower soaked them both and they slid closer on the warm, slippery tiles.
“Do me!” said Jenny, standing up and handing the soap to Leslie. Her pussy was eye level and very aroused, almost hairless like her own. Leslie ran the soap over the girl’s thighs but the shower washed it off almost immediately. She pushed back and found the delightful channel between the girl’s tight buttocks. Experimenting she traced along the tight cleft and sensed from Jenny’s movements when she had found her anus. Leaning forward, Leslie licked the girl’s clit gently as she pushed a finger very slowly a fraction of an inch inside her asshole.
“Oh fuck yeah!” said Jenny, bending her legs slightly. “Yeah, that feels so fucking good!’
Leslie marveled at the pure taste of her, the way the water seemed to fail to wash away the thick trail of sex from between her lips. She pushed deep with her tongue and gained confidence with her finger, back and forth, up and down as Jenny’s breathing quickened. The girl’s thighs trembled, shook with pleasure but with a gasp she pulled away and Leslie’s finger sli
d out of her asshole. Leslie looked up and came to her senses, realizing what she had just done to another human, an experiment that she would have considered unthinkable even an hour ago, except that Jenny had showed her the way and it was so very cool.
“Les, let’s get dry, then very wet,” said Jenny, retrieving a towel from the rail. She handed another to Leslie who wondered if she had done something wrong even though she had called her ‘Les’ for the first time. Jenny kissed her lightly then led her back to the bedroom, guiding her to the bed. She rolled Leslie onto her stomach and straddled her legs. Massaging her shoulders she slowly kissed her way over Leslie’s neck and down her back, quickly reaching her buttocks as she kneaded her thighs. Small kisses and the lightest of touches concentrated around her buttocks as Jenny parted her cheeks, just enough for her to access her asshole. Without much preparation, she leaned down and dabbed at the tight opening with her tongue, causing Leslie to squeal and shift away from Jenny.
“Jesus!” said Leslie. She leaned up from the bed as far as her position permitted, scared at how quickly Jenny was taking things. She thought about the afternoon so far. Dinner for 15 minutes, chatting for 5 minutes, shower sex for 10 minutes then more sex. Everything was new and moving at hyper-speed.
“Don’t you like it?”
“But you licked me there!” said Leslie, trying to respond with a tone between a complaint and an observation.
“Sorry, I thought it would feel good, and you’re so clean.”
Leslie reached out for her hand, wondering if this was something rich people did and that she was being dumb. Jenny looked embarrassed and stared down at her hands.
“It’s OK, just kinda weird,” said Leslie, not wishing to spoil what could be an amazing afternoon.
“Maybe we should find some clothes for you?”
Leslie pulled her close and smiled as the girl’s small breasts mashed against her own little mounds and drips of water fell from her hair. “Yeah, then you can take them off maybe?” They kissed, cuddled for a little while then opened Jenny’s wardrobe, their problem forgotten with the kaleidoscope of material in front of them.
“Whoa! You have tons of clothes!” squealed Leslie as she reached for the nearest blouse.
“Some of it’s crap. Here, let’s start with underwear.”
“What, like I wear yours?”
“New stuff. Catalog.”
“These must cost a fortune!” said Leslie, grabbing a pair of shimmering knickers from one of the drawers. She unpacked them and felt the silkiness of the black material on her face. “Dior? You wear Dior? Not to school right?” Leslie again felt out of her depth.
“No! And they’re on Mum’s credit card. She doesn’t know cos she never checks her statement and the housemaid keeps the place clean!” Leslie laughed and leaned gently against Jenny affectionately. Jenny opened another drawer for her. “These will all fit you so just choose some to try on. I’m going to take these,” she said, grabbing a new packet of lace underwear. She ripped it open and threw the wrapper on the floor before stepping into them and pulling them up. Leslie did the same and turned round to look at her bottom in the mirror. Jenny grabbed her buttocks and squeezed. “Nice!” she said, slipping her hand inside the back and pulling them down.
For several minutes the girls tried on clothes, laughing, touching and teasing as the pile of discarded things grew steadily. Leslie ventured to feel her pussy every now and again and was amazed to find that her fingers came away wet, sticky and each test gave her an increased need to touch herself again. She smiled when she caught Jenny doing the same thing, confirming with some relief that they were both similar in their needs. Underwear gave way eventually to dresses and stockings.
For Leslie, this afternoon was yet another very unusual experience over the summer. After Brian had fallen out of the tree that had meant the end of any exploration of boys for a while, her Dad had then left home, or had been thrown out, maybe a bit of both. Her mother wouldn’t talk about it but it seemed connected to Brian’s injury and perhaps she blamed her father for not getting him the proper medical attention. The house seemed empty after her father had gone and she worried endlessly that she had been the cause of it somehow and couldn’t understand why he didn’t try to contact her. And now this, the hot champion runner in the school had invited to her into her home and they were playing dress-up like eight-year olds in one of the most affluent neighbourhoods of the town with only the housekeeper in sight. How many jobs do people have to have in order to even afford a housekeeper? So many new things, so many changes.
As she made her selection she felt hot, her pussy lubricated and throbbing quietly as she dressed and undressed and watched Jenny’s movements. Being naked in front of her had begun as an exercise in being discrete, turning her body towards the wall as she changed. Now the air on her skin felt wonderful, free, exhilarating and easily overtook any previous feeling of embarrassment in front of Jenny. Her mind churned with what she was doing with the girl. She still had some reservations as to whether tales of this afternoon might leak out. On the other hand, she envied Jenny so much, her comfortable home, her parents, her lifestyle and her perfect running style on the team. Even the room seemed to offer every opportunity for success, everything that Jenny might need was here, not just luxuries but things to do whatever she wanted, and to do them well. She looked at the girl again as she bent to pull up another pair of knickers. Her heart thumped in her young chest as she admired the rich smoothness of the girl’s skin, her shaped legs, her fitness and happiness, the hint of her pussy between her legs.
Jenny turned. “What’s up?”
Leslie smiled. “Nothing. Just I would never have thought that we’d be doing this.”
“What, like trying on clothes?”
“Yeah, but naked, in your room, having a shower together.”
“Randy as hell!”
“Yeah, you’re right there,” said Leslie, smiling as she watched the girl slide down to the floor to slip off her stockings. Her pussy shone in the light, the lips slick, engorged, inviting. Jenny looked up and smiled, pleased that Leslie was looking between her outstretched legs.
“That woman. The older woman,” said Jenny. “Each time I went there we did more after she got back from her night out. Said she wanted to teach me stuff. I think she just wanted me naked!”
Leslie smiled and grabbed some stockings from a drawer. She sat with Jenny, bending her legs so she could slip the stockings up her thighs and show her pussy to her at the same time. They sat close, her toes brushing against Jenny’s legs and she took the opportunity to scratch her little patch of fine blonde pubic hair, directing Jenny’s gaze between her legs. She seemed though to have finished describing the event but Leslie wanted more knowledge, more understanding of what the woman did to her, what a woman of that age might be interested in. She had been trying to picture a situation where she might have been able to baby-sit for someone like this woman but nobody came to mind.
“So you had a shower with her each time?”
“Not the first time. We just kissed. Actually, the first time we didn’t even kiss now I think about it, just cuddled on the sofa and she told me about her husband. It was nice, calm. She didn’t talk about sex at all, just home stuff.”
“But you might have told your Mum about her.”
“She knows my Mum, and I’ve known her since I was about five. I was too interested in hearing about stuff to want to go and tell anyone.”
“Then what?”
“The second time we kissed. It was in her kitchen. I remember being a bit shocked that her first quick kiss was on my lips. I knocked a magnetic bear off her fridge as I held her arms but I didn’t freak out or anything, so she kissed me longer, then used her tongue. After that, maybe the third time we were on the sofa cuddling and she touched my boobs through my blouse.”
“Jeeze, I’d be worried she would tell someone.”
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