“Nah, she was cool. Then she undid my shirt buttons and slid her hands over my boobs. Fuck it felt so good, you know, to have a real person touch you?” Leslie nodded but she most certainly didn’t know. “Then she said that she could teach me things if I thought I was ready to learn, so I just nodded and she knelt in front of me and kissed me everywhere. Head between my legs. After that she used to have me baby-sit each week even though sometimes I know she just went out for a quick dinner on her own and came back as soon as possible.”
Jenny sat against the wall with her legs crossed and absently tweaked her nipple. “She would text me at school, stuff like ‘thinking of you’ and ‘In the shower and wet’
Leslie smiled knowingly, pleased that she at least understood the references and delighted that Jenny was happy in telling her the details.
“In the summer we used her spa, next to her pool. Just soaked in there when she got back. It was dark and we got in with nothing on. She seemed so natural about taking off her clothes so I just did the same. We kissed in the water with the Jacuzzi running. Next time we went to her room and got into bed.”
Leslie looked at Jenny, impressed with her knowledge and maturity. She wondered if she would have done the same thing given the opportunity. She glanced at the girl’s pussy and saw the engorged lips, the tuft of hair and above her slim waist the little boobs that were so similar to her own.
“So?”
“You mean what happened then?”
“Mmm.”
“Get dressed, stockings, knickers and any old dress then come with me. We’ll pretend I’m her.”
They rummaged through the dresses hanging on the rail, glibly throwing down rejects while contenders went into a separate pile. Leslie eventually decided that a formal black dress just wasn’t what she wanted and chose a pink creation that had a ruffled section below the waist and a tight-fitting black and red bodice that promised to accentuate her young breasts. Black stockings and knickers seemed to be safe choices even though she had no shoes to go with her outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror and knew instantly that she would never be able to afford to dress like this, nor would she ever have an opportunity to wear it out anywhere. Except maybe at Jake’s party if Jenny really meant what she said.
“Hot!” said Jenny, grinning wildly as she watched Leslie pull the sleeve down a little. Leslie smoothed the material down over her breasts to remove the last of the creases and twirled delightedly in front of the mirror. Happy with what she saw she leaned against the wall, changing her pose periodically to see which showed her legs off best.
“You titties look great in that!” said Jenny, struggling with her dress. Leslie grinned and looked at herself in profile. Her heart beat wildly as she rose up on tip toes. Jenny was right, she looked fabulous just like a rich girl and at least an inch more in the bust. After a quick twirl she leaned against the wall again and decided that she looked better than she had ever done in her life. Surveying the room she noted some of Jenny’s personal things that were dotted around the place, pictures of school-friends, bands, hunky boys and a few toys from years gone by. She spotted two pictures of just herself and Jenny at the start-line of a race and realized that these would be the first pictures that she would see each morning when she turned on her light. As her understanding began to grow her attention returned to the half-naked girl in front of her and she regarded Jenny with renewed gratitude and bubbling adoration in her heart.
Jenny dressed in something a little more formal – a pale yellow dress that went down to just above her knees but was more sculpted in shape with a floral pink and dark yellow belt. Her white stockings and knickers also seemed appropriate as Leslie knelt on the floor and watched with increasing excitement. Her heart thumped as she watched Jenny hitch up her dress to pull up her stockings, her pussy so very visible since her knickers were still by her feet. Leslie was surprised that Jenny looked almost identical between her legs as she did when she looked at herself in a mirror, a thought that was quickly downgraded to ‘obvious’ after a little more consideration. She shifted her weight to the other foot and was fairly sure that her own underwear was already showing tell-tale signs of excitement as Jenny, now dressed, held out her hand and led the way back onto the bed. She smoothed Leslie’s hair out of her eyes and very gently kissed her lips before lightly caressing the mounds of her breasts.
“This makes you look two inches bigger, this dress.”
“Two, do you think so?”
“Yeah, really lifts them up,” said Jenny, tracing her finger from her throat down between the valley of her chest. Leslie was delighted. Two was far better than one.
Leslie looked up at Jenny and touched her cheek. Smiling, she slowly leaned towards the girl, closing her eyes as her lips brushed across the softness of the girl’s skin and sensing her warm breath on her face she slid her fingers into her thick, dark hair, pulling her closer. Jenny moved against her, her arm snaking around over her stomach gently, dipping over her ribs and around to her back. Leslie responded, pushing herself closer as their breathing relaxed, synchronized in mutual support. Leslie couldn’t help smiling as Jenny brushed her lips against her own. She caressed the back of the girl’s head, kneading her scalp gently as she returned the kiss, breathing through her nose as she took Jenny’s upper lip between her own. She tugged, delighted to sense the tip of the girl’s tongue flicking at her, moistening her lips as she turned her head slightly to kiss her more deeply.
Jenny slid a little lower, kissing Leslie’s cheek then across to her ear and down her neck. Pure pleasure coursed through Leslie as the tiny kisses trailed across her skin. She leaned back, exposing her neck further as her new found friend kissed her shoulder. The warmth of her breath, the delicacy of touch and slow, intimate build-up registered inside her, driving her to a new feeling of passion for another person. An pulled her back up so she could kiss her deeply on the lips, savoring the sensation of being close to the girl, feeling another human responding to her touch, her unspoken suggestions and her body language which shouted encouragement.
Kissing her briefly, Jenny turned around to lie in the other direction. “Where are you going?” asked Leslie as Jenny touched her stocking-covered legs.
“Inside your dress,” she answered with a giggle, pushing the billowing pink dress up a little way so she could rest her head on Leslie’s thighs. Suddenly, a lot made sense, as though a puzzle piece that she been waiting for had at last been delivered. She knew what Jenny was going to do, what she could do in return, understood finally what sixty-nine must mean and why, of course, she needed to be spotlessly clean. She touched Jenny’s legs, pushing them apart slightly as her dress rose up. She smiled as she saw the paleness of the girl’s white knickers inside the dark tube of her dress and as she gently touched Jenny’s thigh she felt the same touch on the inside of her own legs, tiny fingers teasing up towards her hot, wet pussy.
She felt drawn to the girl’s sex and kissed slowly in the direction of that pale light, delighting in the feeling on her tongue as she moved across the elastic of the stockings and onto the warm, super-smooth skin of her upper thighs. Jenny moved, bringing her left leg up so that her dress fell away further and in the low light of the bedroom, Leslie saw the indentation of Jenny’s pussy in her knickers, the lips clear in their shape just where her tongue had been minutes ago. She nuzzled against the material, her nose brushing the girl’s pussy as she kissed her clit. Fingers slipped into the fabric of her own knickers and pulled the gusset to one side, revealing her most private place to her new best friend. Jenny rubbed her thumb over Leslie’s lips as she in turn reached up to pull the girl’s knickers down, her need to see her, to lick her now driving her quickly, almost roughly in her actions.
“Fuck Leslie, you’re so hot!” mumbled Jenny, deep between her legs. She felt strong fingers tugging at her satin knickers and lifted herself to allow them to slide down below her knees. Delighted that she was almost naked again, Leslie slid off Jenny’s underwear a
nd threw the knickers on the floor with a flourish and a giggle, amused that she could be so careless with designer underwear. They shifted slightly so that both girls could lick each other more easily and Leslie took immense delight in gripping Jenny’s buttocks as her tongue teased between her pussy lips. The sweetest taste greeted her, thick, pure, such a girly taste that it brought a sense of security to Leslie as it did most nights when she tasted herself. She stifled a laugh as Jenny’s tongue found her own pussy and hot bolts of pleasure shot through her young body. She gripped Jenny’s thighs as the tongue again pushed inside her vagina, lapping at her and Leslie slowly relaxed and enjoyed the attention, happy that the fear of some unpleasant smell had been totally removed and now immersed in the feminine love that grew between them. For almost a minute she simply lay on Jenny’s inner thigh and stroked her pussy with her fingers, unable to coordinate much more while the tongue flicked at her lips and clit.
Jenny pushed Leslie’s knickers down to her toes and swung over her so that her dress covered her face. Just as she became concerned that she might suffocate, Jenny reached back and pushed the dress backward, exposing her pussy to Leslie but plunging her into almost total darkness. Leslie gripped the girl’s buttocks and pulled her closer as Jenny opened Leslie’s legs and braced them with her arms. She felt the girl’s hair brush against her thighs, then the delight of her warm face against her thighs, followed by tiny kisses on her pussy. Leslie leaned up, pulled Jenny closer and did the same for her, noting with some interest that her nose was very close to the girl’s anus.
She felt her way in the semi-darkness, the taught muscles of the girl’s legs, the tendons at the top as her mound rose between her thighs, the small bush of soft black hair. She smelled of soap, clean, inviting and safe. Leslie wondered how she looked to Jenny, what differences there might be and whether it really mattered anyway. She was so glad she had been given the opportunity to get clean and thought that maybe that was why the older woman had taken Jenny into the shower. Her thoughts were interrupted as Jenny braced her legs further back, parting them roughly and totally exposing her. That tongue again found its mark, sluicing between her swollen lips and just past the end of her vulva. A thrill ran though her as another lick went further, each time inching closer to her anus. Leslie gripped Jenny’s buttocks, squeezing them in response as she too resumed her licking, flicking her tongue over the girl’s clit and the deep down into her vagina as her nose pushed against the girl’s anal opening. She expected Jenny to scream but she simply continued licking, inching closer to what Leslie now realised was her goal. That was why she had pulled her legs further back and probably why she had twisted round into this position to start with.
She felt Jenny lick her buttocks only a fraction of an inch from her little rosebud hole. A thrill shot through her as the audacity of her little friend and the sensuous feeling made the decision for her. Leslie licked Jenny’s clit, then lapped slowly up and down her open pussy, before dabbing equally close to her anus. Convinced there was no smell or anything offensive to be discovered, Leslie moaned as if to signal that she had changed her mind from an hour ago and realised that they were both shaking in anticipation. She kissed Jenny’s buttocks, then licked slowly towards her opening. Jenny understood immediately and after a series of suggestive kisses, licked from her pussy across her anus. Leslie froze with the ultimate sensation, the strength of the girl’s tongue coming back to push, tease and thrill her. She gripped the girl’s buttocks again and groaned loudly as Jenny returned to her clit, then licked the whole length slowly back down to her asshole. She was rigid, spellbound by the feeling of utter bliss, a sensation that she had no idea could possibly exist from within her body. It was so wrong, so dirty yet in this setting, with this girl it was just so good. Her stomach fluttered and a warm, happy feeling began to grow within her groin. She knew for sure that her new, rich friend was going to make come and she was desperate to return the beautiful feeling that overtook her young senses. She desperately wanted to come for her, to reward her for her trust, her loving and her friendship.
“Jenny!”
“Shh, I know.”
“Oh jeeze!” mumbled Leslie, trembling now and scared with the intensity of the feeling. She mentally checked that she didn’t feel like she needed to poop nor pee so her fears calmed a little even as the fluttering and glowing inside her grew with every sweet flick of the girl’s tongue. The build-up was so intense, so new, and in such uncharted feelings that she just had to trust and ride it out. She dabbed at Jenny’s anus, then licked back along her vulva.
“Fuck, keep licking me, yeah, just like that,” said Jenny as Leslie too flicked her tongue again over the girl’s little hole and discovered that it was the ultimate turn on. She opened her legs as wide as she could for Jenny and pulled her closer to her mouth as she copied the movements that had brought her close to orgasm. As she flicked across Jenny’s asshole she realised that this little girl above her was shaking too, her thighs and buttocks seeming to move outside her control. Jenny gasped and a short spurt of liquid coated her teeth and Leslie tasted again the thick pleasure from the girl’s pussy.
“Yeah, fuck Leslie, that’s so good.”
Jenny dropped lower so that Leslie had a little trouble breathing, but the intense feeling from her pussy convinced her to hang on as she pushed her mound up into the air just as a little orgasm rippled through her. Her face was wet, smeared with Jenny’s love juice, her nose, mouth and chin rubbing up and down the very center of Jenny’s sex. Jenny sensed the little orgasm and after licking her anus a little longer, shifted her focus to her clit. She felt Jenny’s hands grab her feet roughly and pull them towards her body, opening her totally so that she was fully exposed and available to her tongue. Leslie mentally gave in to the powers within her body and rode along on the increasing wave of utter pleasure. She licked along the length of Jenny’s pussy but sensed that she reacted more when she licked her anus and teased harder at the tight opening. As Jenny licked her clit she also slipped a finger into Leslie’s asshole which both shocked and thrilled her. Her orgasm came out of nowhere, building in seconds and thrashing through her with total disregard. She bucked on the bed, out of control, scared that she might fart with the pressure building up and without any further care, pulled apart Jenny’s buttocks and pushed her tongue into her opened hole. A gush of cum sprayed from Jenny over Leslie’s chin and chest while she gave her mind over to the intensity of her own orgasm. She screamed out loud as it hit, her nails digging into Jenny’s buttocks as her legs locked in place and that wonderful tongue continued to flick her throbbing clit.
Shaking, she cried with utter pleasure, tears forming and flowing freely down the side of her face. She thought she loved Jenny, clean, sophisticated, healthy teacher Jenny. She hung onto her buttocks, trembling with the utter force that shot through her, wave upon wave of exploding pleasure and she knew that the girl who had shown her what grown-ups do had given her the most amazing orgasm of her young life. Even if she had farted or worse it didn’t matter, Jenny would understand. She licked the girl’s asshole again as she regained some sense of what she had been doing and was rewarded by continued groans and small emissions of cum from her friend.
It was hot under Jenny’s dress and she pushed it higher to get some cooler air. She saw Jenny’s buttocks just inches above her, tight, muscular, bubble-butt in shape and texture. Her pussy seemed to be soaked and when she licked it gently it tasted of orgasm, exactly the same as when she tasted herself after masturbating. There was still no offensive smell, nothing to be ashamed about, just her friend and now, gentle caresses of her own thighs, little kisses of appreciation as her legs stretched out from their bent position but continued to shake and tremble with the aftershock of pleasure. Jenny rolled over and slowly moved up towards Leslie, grinning with affection. A thrill shot through Leslie once again as she took the girl in her arms, caressing her hair, her face and leaning up for a long, deep kiss. She marveled at the warmth between them,
the taste of her tongue, the lack of shame, the abundance of caring and the memory of the shared experience. In less than an hour she had gone from being sexually self-educated to a young girl who knew the pleasures her body could give. She looked into Jenny’s eyes and almost wept with joy with her love for the girl and the fact that she had chosen her from all others to describe her experiences of the previous year.
They kissed, tasting each other and broke into a grin. Leslie caressed her face, touching her wet lips. With a sigh of contentment, Jenny slipped her arm around Leslie’s shoulders and drew her closer for a longer kiss.
“You taste of me,” said Leslie
Jenny looked down at Leslie’s dress and touched the wet patches. “I’ve never come so hard.”
“Not even with the woman?”
“Nowhere like that. See, my hands are still shaking.”
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