I kissed her. This time it was my tongue that was the aggressor. I moaned into her mouth and pushed my body against hers. Then I was lying on top of her, our breasts pressed together, the whole length of our bodies touching. I began to writhe against her as the kiss went on. I could feel my pussy hair brushing hers, and I hunched my back, trying to rub my clitoris against her. Sally’s legs opened and she arched her body, humping up at me. Breaking the kiss, I sat up, sliding one leg between hers, pushing our crotches together, then lay down facing the other way, so that we were scissoring each other’s body. We both cried out as our pussies rubbed together, and then we were squirming and twisting, hunching our bodies and grinding away at each other’s clit, groaning and panting.
I screamed again when I came, and Sally cried out almost simultaneously. I lay there stunned for a while before crawling back into her arms.
“Tell Bobby I’ll do it,” I heard myself say, and then I fell asleep.
That night—last night—I made love to Jason. It was just as good as always. But it wasn’t the same. I wondered if I should tell him about Sally, but I realized that Jason is not like Bobby. He would be shocked, and probably angry enough to want a divorce or something. I love him, and I don’t want to lose him. So I won’t tell him.
But I know I will be seeing Sally again. With or without Bobby. I can’t get her out of my mind. And I don’t think I ever will.—Name and address withheld
SHE KNEW SHE LIKED GIRLS, BUT SHE
DIDN’T KNOW MUCH MORE UNTIL
SHE MET THE WILD NEIGHBOR
The summer I turned nineteen I went to Florida to spend a month with my aunt. I guess I was kind of innocent for my age, being a very shy girl and kind of a loner. I had never been close to anyone except my friend Melissa, back in Nebraska.
I met Jeannette one afternoon when she came over to visit my aunt. She was a neighbor, living in the same apartment building. She was a pretty girl in her early twenties, but she seemed much more sophisticated than most of the girls I knew. I remember she had on some pink shorts that were loose in the legs, with slits up the side. At one point we were in the living room, and Jeannette was sitting on the sofa talking to my aunt, with me sitting across from her on the floor, with my back against a chair. Then, very casually, she leaned back on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table. I could see right up her shorts, and she had her legs just far enough apart so that I could see she didn’t have any panties on.
Though I had never told anyone except my friend Melissa, I had always been turned on by women’s bodies. Melissa and I had played around a little, mostly just exploring and stuff, nothing really serious. Now I kept watching Jeannette’s legs, trying not to be obvious about it. She caught me looking at her crotch one time, and though I tried to act like I was just thinking or daydreaming, it was still kind of embarrassing.
When my aunt went to the kitchen, Jeannette kept talking to her from the living room. Then, still talking, she suddenly dropped her left leg to the floor, keeping her right foot on the coffee table. When she did this I could see all of her pussy through the leg of her shorts. I immediately got turned on. Her pussy was completely shaven, and it was an “innie,” appearing to have no lips at all. It just looked like this cute little bun with a slit in the middle.
She never looked at me while I was looking at her pussy, and it was only later that I realized that she was doing it on purpose, so that I could look without being caught.
Jeannette left around dinner time, inviting me to come up and visit her later if I wanted to. I did want to.
After dinner my aunt had to leave to attend an evening class she was taking at the local university, and she asked if I wanted to come along. I told her no, saying that I would just hang around the apartment. I watched TV for awhile and then decided to go outside. I walked around the pool, then came back and sat on the steps. It wasn’t long before I heard someone behind me. Jeannette had come out of her apartment and was sitting at the top of the steps. I was about two steps below her, which meant my eyes were about level with her waist. Again, I later suspected she had sat there on purpose.
She was still wearing the pink shorts, and she was sitting with her legs apart, leaning back on her arms. And once again her pussy was completely visible through the gaping leg holes of her shorts. It was soon clear even to me that she was deliberately making sure that I could see everything. She would talk about how pretty the clouds were, and lean back a little further to look up at them, letting her legs fall further apart, so that her pussy would actually pull open. When that happened I almost lost it. I could actually see the little lips tucked inside those luscious buns, and even discern the moisture around her hole.
I was really nervous, since Jeannette was older than I was, and seemed so much more mature. She obviously knew that I was getting turned on looking at her, and was doing everything possible to tease me. At one point a little butterfly landed on the porch. Jeannette rolled over and stretched out to grab for it. Her shorts pulled so high that her ass and pussy were almost completely exposed. I couldn’t help myself. I kind of pulled myself up and leaned closer, pretending I was really interested in what she was doing. What I was really interested in was that naked crotch, now about five inches away from my face. Damn, I love those short shorts with the slit up the side!
Just at that point a man came up the steps, and Jeannette introduced him as her husband, Carl. I didn’t even know that she was married, and it kind of took me by surprise. I excused myself and went down to my aunt’s apartment. When my aunt arrived home I asked her about Jeannette. She told me Jeannette didn’t work, and that she seemed to have a lot of visitors during the day. She said that she felt sorry for Jeannette’s husband, because he had no idea how much she screwed around. He evidently worked a lot of hours, and was always away from home.
I lay in bed playing with myself that night, and had one hell of a climax thinking about Jeannette’s pussy. The next morning, after my aunt left for work, I put on my swimsuit and went down to the pool, where I spread on some suntan lotion and lay down on my towel to get a tan. After a while I heard someone say, “Hi.” It was Jeannette standing over me, wearing a very small bikini. She put her towel down and lay next to me. She rubbed some tanning oil on her front, then turned onto her tummy and asked if I would rub some on her back. She undid her top and I started rubbing the oil on her. She told me to make sure to get the sides, and as I was rubbing her sides she got up on her elbows, letting her boobs hang free. I was kind of embarrassed, but I rubbed the lotion gingerly onto the sides of her breasts as well. I was having a hard time controlling myself now, and I’m sure she knew it.
“Don’t forget to get the back of my legs,” she said then. I moved down to her legs, not failing to notice that her tiny bikini bottom showed about three quarters of her ass cheeks. As I started rubbing her legs she spread them apart, and told me to get the oil between her thighs as well. I was shaking as I rubbed her inner thighs. It was totally turning me on, doing all of this in full view of anyone who might be watching.
After I had covered her with oil we just lay there tanning and talking for a while. She asked if I had a boyfriend and things like that, and then finally she just came out and asked me if I had ever had sex. I said no, that I hadn’t really had much experience in that area. I didn’t tell her about Melissa and me playing around.
Jeannette just kept teasing me. She turned around on the towel so that her butt was down by my head. Then all of a sudden she rolled over and pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, fully exposing her pussy. She then complained that a mosquito had bit her on her pussy the previous night. She put her hand down there and started scratching right in front of me—and the whole apartment complex.
Around lunchtime Jeannette invited me to come up to her apartment, saying she would fix lunch for me. I said okay, and we went upstairs. Jeannette said she wanted to wash the oil off first, and went into the bathroom. She left the door open, and I watched as she slid out of her
bikini. She bent over the tub to adjust the water, and then leaned over even further to clean the bottom. Everything was wide open, and I mean wide open.
Then Jeannette yelled for me to get some cleanser from under her kitchen sink and bring it to her. When I walked into the bathroom she was leaning way over the tub, cleaning the far end. Obviously she could have moved down to that end and not have had to bend over so much, but of course this was being done for my benefit. Her butt was sticking straight toward me and her ass was spread apart, so that I could see the inside of her pussy and asshole.
I just stood there and looked, almost in a trance. Jeannette finally took the cleanser and handed me the bar of soap that she had been cleaning the tub with, telling me to hold it until she got the tub cleaned. I think that was her way of keeping me in the bathroom, which was okay with me. Then she said I might as well sit down on the toilet and keep her company while she bathed. That really made me nervous. Of course I didn’t mind, but I was still kind of embarrassed. I sat there and talked to her while she took a bath, and then washed her back for her. I was sitting on the toilet again when she got out of the tub and stood right in front of me as she started to dry herself off. I thought maybe I should go back into the living room, but I just sat there, looking right into her pussy. I was so damn horny by then, and I’m sure she knew what she was doing to me.
She finally finished drying off and then went into the kitchen—still naked—to make lunch. I went back to the living room and sat down while Jeannette made lunch in the nude. She acted like it was no big deal. She put some sandwiches on a tray and brought them into the living room. We sat there on the couch and ate our lunch.
When Jeannette finished eating she sat back, put one leg up on the couch and raised her knee. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what to do or how to act. She sat back against a pillow with her legs open, and just started talking as casually as ever. After a while she brought up the subject of sex again, saying that she couldn’t believe someone as cute as me had never been with anyone. She was a good talker, and she finally got me to tell her about Melissa, and about some of the things we had done together. I had never told anyone about that before, and I couldn’t believe I was sitting there telling Jeannette. I think it was because she had me so turned on I didn’t know what I was doing any more.
Jeannette was constantly shifting around on the couch, and finally she lay back against the arm, one leg stretched out and the other dangling to the floor. Once again I had a perfect view of her pussy. She shifted her leg on the sofa, and I nearly jumped as I felt her toe rubbing against my leg.
“Don’t you think you ought to get that tanning oil off you?” she said.
“Yes,” I said. “I better go down and take a bath.”
“Don’t be silly,” Jeannette said, smiling. “You can take one right here.”
Like a dummy, I persisted, saying, “No, I better get home before my aunt gets back from work.”
“Oh, she won’t be home for hours yet,” Jeannette said, which was quite true. And with that she went into her bathroom and started running the tub. I just sat there, almost unable to move even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t really. In a minute Jeannette yelled for me to come and get into the tub.
I think she knew that I was nervous, so she went into the living room while I undressed and got in the tub. But before I was finished she walked in with a clean towel for me, then sat down on the toilet and started talking. Finally I got up my nerve, stood up and started drying off. Melissa and my mother were the only people I had ever been nude in front of before. Jeanette got up and started to dry my back. I was trembling. I told myself it was nervousness, but I knew it was mostly excitement.
Then I realized that I had nothing to put on except my discarded swim suit. I didn’t know what to do. Jeannette was just standing there looking at me. “Damn, you have a beautiful little body,” she said. I just kind of turned red, and I asked her if she had a robe or something, so that I could go downstairs and get some clothes.
Jeannette grinned. “What’s the matter,” she said. “You afraid to walk downstairs nude?” I couldn’t believe she said that. But she just got up, still nude herself, and said, “Come on, I’ll go with you.”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “I’m not going to walk out naked, with all the people around.”
Jeannette shrugged. “Don’t worry, there’s no one around during the day.” I still thought she was kidding, but all of a sudden she went to the apartment door and opened it. “Come on,” she urged, beckoning to me.
“No way,” I said, and started laughing.
“Come on, you little chicken, I dare you,” Jeannette said.
By that time I was so freaking horny that I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Jeannette kept urging me and daring me, and finally I gave in. I grabbed my swim suit and house key and started for the door. Even then I wasn’t really sure she was serious. But she was. She walked through the door and stood outside on the landing, waiting for me, without even looking around to see if anyone was watching. “Come on,” she said, and started down the steps. I looked around, and when I didn’t see anyone I dashed out, shut the door and ran down the stairs naked behind her.
When we got into my aunt’s apartment my heart was pounding so hard I could hardly get my breath. Now we were both in my aunt’s apartment naked, and now it was Jeannette who didn’t have any clothes to get back with. When I pointed that out to her, she just laughed. I asked her if she had ever done that before, and she said, “Oh yeah, I’m always doing far-out things like that.” She told me that my aunt thought she was crazy.
At this point I was so excited I think I would have done anything. I was standing there naked with Jeannette, and I actually didn’t want to get dressed. But I didn’t know what else to do, so I went into the closet and started getting some clothes.
“Oh, come on,” Jeannette said, grinning. “Are you just going to let me be naked all alone?” I hesitated. Jeannette sat down on the couch, saying, “Come on and sit down. I won’t bite you.” I was torn, but I was ready to be persuaded. I closed the closet door and went over to the couch.
Jeannette looked at me and said that I was too pretty to wear clothes. I just laughed and grabbed the TV remote. Jeannette leaned back and arranged herself in the same position she had assumed earlier, one leg up on the couch and the other reaching to the floor. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her pussy. It was so like a little muffin, and the opening was so small that I could barely see her cute tucked-in lips. I was totally out of control now, and my head was racing with all kinds of thoughts. Finally I put my leg up on the couch and sat there just as Jeannette was doing. I could hardly believe I was doing that, and to cover my confusion I turned on the TV and pretended to watch it.
But I could see Jeannette’s reflection in the TV screen, and she was looking right at my crotch. I acted as though I was really getting into the TV show, and casually leaned further back and let my leg fall further to the side. I could feel myself getting wet, and my nipples were getting hard. I kept thinking I should move my leg so that she couldn’t see the moisture on my pussy. I could feel it starting to ooze out of my hole and make my lips wet. The more I thought about it the wetter I felt. I knew it had to be obvious by now, but I wasn’t expecting what happened next.
Jeannette slowly slid her foot under my thigh, right next to my pussy. I looked over at her, but she was looking at the TV. With her toe about an inch from my pussy, I found myself breathing harder. I could now feel my juices running down over my asshole. I lay back a little further and even arched my butt a little, my heart beating faster. My pussy was fully exposed now, and probably my asshole too. I could feel the coolness of the air on the moisture that covered them.
Then I felt a sudden unexpected pang of frustration and disappointment, as Jeannette pulled her foot from under my thigh. I started to get really upset, since it had been thoroughly turning me on. But no sooner had she pulled it out
than she put her foot between my legs, and I felt her toe slide inside my pussy lips.
With that I completely lost it. I shut my eyes and humped my hips into the air, and when I settled back to the couch her toe had slid into my pussy. I didn’t know what to do. She was wiggling her toe, and I was humping up and down on it so that it slid in and out of me. I kept my eyes on the TV but I really wanted to kiss her so bad that I almost couldn’t stand it.
All of a sudden Jeannette pulled her toe out of me and just fell over on top of me on the couch. She slid two fingers inside my pussy and started French-kissing me. I had been wanting to touch her boobs all day, so I immediately started fondling them. The second I touched them I began to climax, and I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. I almost sucked her tongue from her mouth.
After I came I was hornier than ever. (Thank god I’m not a guy—instead of losing my desire after I come, it only gets stronger.) I slid my hand under her tummy and rubbed it over her pussy. Oh god, it felt so good! I slid my fingers into her and started stroking them up over her clit, back down into her pussy, then back up over her clit, then back down. She was so wet it felt like someone had just poured a bottle of lube over her pussy. After a minute Jeannette started coming and kissing me passionately.
When she finished coming Jeannette began to kiss me softly all over. Then she slid down and started to lick the come from between my legs. Her eyes were shining when she looked up at me and said, “Do you want to do this to me?”
“Oh yes,” I said. “God, yes!”
She pulled me down on the couch and turned around so that we were in a 69 position. She buried her face in my pussy and I started licking at hers.
I had always known I liked women, but that was when I learned to love pussy. Jeannette was licking all over my pussy and asshole. Now and then she would bury her tongue in my ass, and I liked that a lot. I started doing the same to her, and I had to hang onto her hips because she reacted so violently, twisting and bucking.
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