Prom Night
By Ann Douglas
The light of a bright full moon illuminated the wide dirt road
as Michelle walked along the edge. In the distance behind her, she
could still hear the music from the North Shore Country Club -
site of the Senior Prom. It seemed to the 18-year-old brunette
that she had been walking for well over an hour, but a glance at her
watch told her it was only five past two. Only a half-hour had
passed since she’d broken up with her boyfriend, Bobby.
The night had started off perfect enough, much like that of
any Senior Prom. All the girls had looked radiant in their prom
dresses, the guys dressed to kill in their suits. At the center of it
all had been Michelle Petrocelli and Bobby Fortuna, everyone’s odds
on favorites to be elected King and Queen of Prom Night.
All through senior year, they had been the perfect couple.
Bobby, the star quarterback of the All State Championship Team,
and Michelle the leader of the cheerleader squad. Behind the
scenes they’d had their ups and downs, but no more than any other
couple their age. Bobby was always trying to score both on and off
the field. Michelle always on the defensive, letting him score a
first down now and then, but holding the line against a touchdown.
That had been her game plan, but one which she planned to
change tonight. Unknown to Bobby, Michelle had made up her mind
to let him have her ‘precious pearl’ as her grandmother used to
refer to it. Up to this point, they had confined their activities to
heavy petting and recently the addition of oral sex to their back
seat adventures. Of course Bobby’s definition of oral meant that
Michelle performed it on him but he didn’t necessarily have to
reciprocate.
So it was no surprise to Michelle when Bobby announced
about one o’clock that they should get out of there and he had
something really special planned. It was no secret that several
couples had already relocated to various motels in the area where
several of her classmates had already surrendered their pearls.
With a smile in anticipation of what she knew was ahead,
Michelle followed Bobby out into the parking lot. What did
surprise her was finding Bobby’s best friend, Jack Nelson, waiting
by their car.
“What’s Jack doing here?” She asked Bobby in a low voice
as she held tightly onto his arm. “Are we giving him a life home?”
“Well I figured it would be more fun if we all went down to
the Lantern Inn together.” Bobby replied.
“I guess we could give him and Connie a lift.” Michelle
answered as she looked around the parking lot for Connie Foster,
Jack’s girlfriend. “Where’s Connie?” she asked when she saw no
sign of her classmate.
“Connie’s parents already picked her up.” Jack said
nonchalantly, “It’s just going to be the three of us.”
At first, Michelle thought it was a joke, until she saw the
serious look on Bobby’s face. He really expected her to let Jack
join the two of them.
“Are you out of your mind?” She yelled, pulling her arm away
from him and taking a few steps backward. “Do you think I’m some
whore who’s going to roll over for one of your friends?”
“Calm down baby,” Bobby hushed. “It’s not like that at all.”
“It better not be!” she replied, trying to regain her calm.
“Of course not,” he continued. “It’s not like I want you to
spread your legs for him or anything like that. I’m saving that
special treat for me.” he added with a little laugh.
Michelle’s face registered only confusion.
“I just want you to give him a little head.”
“What?” she gasped; sure she had heard him wrong.
“It’s not like you’ve never given a blow job before,” he
clarified. “And I have to say, you are good at it.”
Michelle’s normally pale face turned a bright crimson as her
temper fared to a level she hadn’t reached since she was twelve.
All the nights she had laid awake planning how special she wanted
this to be, and now Bobby expected her to act like she was some
cheap hooker.
“Are you out of your fucking mind!” Michelle exploded, her
voice carrying across the parking lot.
“Baby, quiet down.” Bobby intoned. “Someone is going to
hear you.”
“I don’t care.” she replied, unable to believe that this was
the guy she was going to give up her virginity for.
“You don’t understand,” Bobby went on in a lower tone,
hoping she would follow suit. “I’m in a lot of trouble. The only
reason I got to play in the Championship Game was that I managed
to pass the Math and English finals. And the only reason I was
able to do that was because I bought copies of the tests from
Jack. Now I owe him five hundred dollars.”
“You cheated on the finals?” Michelle asked.
“If I didn’t play in the Championship I could’ve kissed that
scholarship to Northern State goodbye. Then where would I be?”
“I don’t understand any of this. What does that have to do
with us and Jack.”
“I don’t have the money.” he answered. “My Dad had
promised it to me as a graduation gift, but when he found the
copies of the tests in my room he said I wasn’t going to get it.”
Michelle still didn’t understand.
“Jack and I worked out a deal.” he concluded. “He’s always
had the hots for you, ever since freshman year. You take care of
him, just this once and he’ll give me all summer to get the money.
Otherwise some of his friends are going to break something on me
that’s going to make my playing days over for good.”
Full clarity finally filled her face.
“You lousy goddamn bastard!” she thundered as she slapped
Bobby’s face with all the strength she could muster. “If that’s all
I ever meant to you, then you can get down and blow him yourself!”
With that she turned and ran as fast as she could down the
walkway leading back to the road. Bobby made no effort to stop
her, even though he knew it was a ten-mile walk back to Ridgewood
Falls.
“Stupid cunt!” she heard him call after her as she ran.
“There’s a dozen girls at this dance alone who’d lift their dresses
in a minute to be my girlfriend!”
So there she was, less than a half-mile down the road and
already tired of walking. Prom dress and heels made a lousy outfit
for hiking. The gown had been a gift from her parents, costing
more than Bobby had paid for those tests. By the time she made
it home, it wouldn’t be worth more than a washrag.
“Shit!” she muttered under her breath as her heel caught
in a small hole. “The way this night is going it’ll probably rain next.”
Fifteen aching minutes later, Michelle heard the sound of a
car coming down the road from the direction of the club. Moving to
the other side of the road to give it plenty of passing room, she
could soon see the headlights come into view.
“Oh God,” she though as the lights grew larger. “What if
it’s Bobby?”
When he hadn’t come right after her, she figured he’d taken
the other road home. Now she didn’t want to face him.
As the car approached and slowed to a stop, Michelle saw
that it was definitely not Bobby. Instead of the battered old
Tercel that her now ex-boyfriend drove, Michelle was standing
next to a 1999 chrome blue corvette convertible.
“Strange time for a nature walk.” said a soft feminine voice
from the car.
The driver’s side door opened and out stepped one of the
most beautiful women Michelle had ever seen. Almost a half foot
taller than her own 5 ft 2, the woman had light blonde hair done up
in an elaborate style. A low cut red evening gown barely contained
an ample bosom, the size of which Michelle could only envy. Many
were the times the young girl had stolen secret looks at her
classmates in the showers and locker room, concealing her
disappointment at her own 32-inch bust. Hanging between the
crevice of the older woman’s mounds was an oval shaped diamond
the likes of which Michelle had only see in fashion magazines.
Resting on the ring finger of her left hand was a wedding and
engagement ring set that matched the necklace.
“I had a fight with my boyfriend,” Michelle stuttered. “I
guess I should’ve made sure I had a ride home first.”
It was only at that moment that Michelle realized how
incredibly stupid she’d been. It would’ve been easy to have just
gone back up the road and gotten a ride from someone else, or just
even called a cab. She had been so furious at Bobby that she
hadn’t been thinking right.
Her face also paled more than normal when she realized how
dangerous a walk down this road at this time of the night could be.
Never mind the chance that she might get hit by a car or attacked
by some animal in the woods. What if the car that stopped had
been filled with a bunch of drunken guys from the Prom? She
could’ve wound up gang-banged or worse, left for dead in a ditch
somewhere.
“Are you okay?” the older woman asked in a concerned voice.
“I’m okay,” Michelle replied, the color coming back to her
face. “I guess it just hit me how idiotic it was for me to take off
on my own like I did.”
“Can’t say I haven’t been there myself at one time or
another,” the driver said. “Making stupid decisions I mean. Can I
at least offer you a ride.”
“Could you ever!” Michelle exclaimed as she took a step
forward and was reminded how sore her feet were.
“Hop in,” the woman said as she got back into the small car
and unlocked the passenger door. “My names Samantha Clark -
Worthington, but my friends just call me Sam.” she smiled.
“Michelle Petrocelli.” came the reply as the younger girl ran
around to the other side of the car.
Settling into the passenger seat of the two seater, Michelle
had a better chance to assess her rescuer. Her best guess was
that Samantha was in her early 30’s and Michelle hoped she looked
that good in a dozen years. The designer gown she wore made the
Prom Dress that she had spent so much time choosing look like the
rag she had earlier envisioned it becoming. It had to have cost
more than her Dad made in a month. As the car roared down the
road, Michelle felt she should be on one of those late night soaps
her Mother loved, surrounded by this much elegance.
“Care to talk about it?” Samantha asked after they had
been driving a few minutes.
“It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Sometimes it helps,” came the reply as Samantha turned
and smiled at her. “I promise I won’t think any less of you. And I
think it would be easier to talk to a stranger than your parents.”
“Ain’t that the truth.” Michelle laughed.
Something about the friendly manner the older woman
projected made Michelle want to open up. Before she knew it, she
was telling the whole story of how she planned to give Bobby her
most precious gift, and instead wound up being asked to play the
whore to help pay off a debt.
“I’m nobody’s door prize.” she said as she concluded her
story.
“You’re better off without him, Honey,” Samantha said as
she made a wide turn. “He was a stupid bastard.”
“And I think he was planning a lot more that what he was
saying.” she added as she looked out into the dark woods rolling
past. “Why else would he want Jack to come back to the Inn with
us. If all he wanted was for me to blow him I could’ve done that in
the car. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
“Don’t sweat it dear, words don’t bother me.” Samantha
replied. “Only people can when they try to use them to hurt. I
know that wasn’t your intent.”
“Oh not at all. It’s just that the idea that he wanted me to
do it with both of them got me so mad. I still can’t believe that he
wanted to share me.”
“Well, what he suggested can be an adventure,” Samantha
said with a knowing smile. “But it was certainly crude of him to
suggest something like that for your first time. Things like that
should be your decision. It’s like a joke a friend of mine once told
me. Why is dating more stressful for men than women?”
“Why?” Michelle asked, unable to even come up with a guess.
“It’s because a man spends so much time wondering if the
night will end with sex, and the woman already knows.”
Michelle laughed out loud. It was both funny and when she
thought about it, very true.
It then occurred to Michelle that Samantha might very well
be talking from experience when she said that being with two men
could be an adventure. She was sure, that if that was the case, it
hadn’t been because some boyfriend had tried to pressure her into
it. No, it had to have been on her terms.
It was strange, she thought to herself, what an hour ago she
thought of as disgusting now seemed very erotic. Without
realizing it, Michelle found herself staring at the dress draped
across Samantha’s long legs and wondering what they looked like
beneath it.
“It’s pretty warm for a June night,” Samantha said as they
came up on a 7-11 by the road. “Want to stop and get something
cold to drink?”
The unexpected question snapped Michelle’s attention away
from the folds of Samantha’s gown.
“Sure...” she stumbled, realizing she was flustered and it
had nothing to do with the heat.
Samantha was in and out of the 24-hour convenience store in
a few minutes. In her arms was a small paper bag with two bottles
of Coke.
“If you’re not in a rush to get home, I know a real cool place
that we can drink these. It’s not too far away.” she said as she
handed Michelle the bag and slid back into the car.
“That would be great.” Michelle answered without thinking.
For a moment she had second thoughts, but then figured, why not.
She was enjoying Samantha’s company, a lot more than that of
girlfriends her own age.
Also, her parents really didn’t expect her home until the
morning. It had been her Dad who had taken Mom to their own
Prom and they still remembered what it had been like to be 18.
Of course since they did, they had also made sure that
they’d had “the talk”. An event that included a trip to the
gynecologist in order to prevent any accidents. They trusted her,
they’d said, to make her own decisions. But better safe than
sorry. Mom had even slipped a pack of condoms into her purse
before Bobby had picked her up.
Well they certainly weren’t going to be used tonight,
Michelle thought, or any night soon. If she never saw Bobby
Fortuna again it would be fine with her.
It’s not far,” Samantha repeated as she put the car in gear.
“And it has the most beautiful view of the lake.”
Five minutes later, the blue Corvette was parked along the
edge of Eagle View Lake. It was a heavily wooded area that opened
into a small clearing. It was all but invisible from the road.
“This is so beautiful,” Michelle exclaimed as she admired
the moon’s reflection in the crystal clear lake. “I’m surprised that
no one else ever comes here.”
“It’s a carefully kept secret,” Samantha said as she took a
drink from the bottle of Coke. “I went to college not far from
here and this spot was one of the secrets of my Sorority. Just a
quiet spot where a girl could relax and maybe dream a little. We
never brought any of the guys up here.”
Michelle really didn’t hear what Samantha was saying. She
was fascinated instead by a drop of soda that had spilled onto the
older woman’s chin and flowed down her neck, down to the valley
between her breasts.
“I’m sorry...” Michelle mumbled in embarrassment when
Samantha caught her staring. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”
“There’s no need to apologize, Michelle,” she smiled warmly.
“In fact, if anything I should feel complimented.”
Basking in the warmth of Samantha’s smile made Michelle
feel a little strange inside. Then, when the woman ran a manicured
hand down across her breast to wipe off the soda, the young girl
felt her legs go weak.
“That soda hit the spot,” Samantha said as she drained the
last of the bottle. “Guess its time we saw about getting you home.”
“There’s no rush!” Michelle said quickly. “I mean, can we
stay here a little longer? It’s so nice and my parents don’t expect
me home for hours.” she added, more than a little disconcerted by
her quick plea to stay.
Michelle didn’t know how Samantha was going to react to her
appeal. In truth, she didn’t really know why she had made it. She
only knew that she liked this woman’s company and didn’t want to
easily let it go.
“If I came home too early, I’d have to explain why.” she
quickly continued, knowing full well that it was a rather lame
excuse. “And I’d rather not have to tell them what happened.”
“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” Samantha laughed, a
laugh that said she could think of a dozen reasons for Michelle’s
early homecoming. “It is a really beautiful night and I guess we
could stay here a little longer. My parents aren’t expecting me
early either.”
Michelle laughed at that one too. Turning the radio on low,
the two women sat back in the cushioned seats and listened. A
cool breeze from the lake washed over them. Without thinking
about it, Michelle found herself curled up against Samantha.
“Can I ask you something?” she said after a little while.
“Of course, honey” Samantha answered.
“Do all guys stay the assholes they seem to be when they are
teens or do they get better?”
“Well there’s a loaded question,” Samantha laughed. “And
not one with an easy answer. But I guess I’d have to say that like
with everything in life, you sometimes have to sort through a lot of
crap to get to the prize. There are some really good men out
there of all ages, you just have to take the time and effort to find
them.”
“And what’s a girl supposed to do in the meantime?”
Michelle asked rhetorically.
“Well, I’ve been told we live in the age of technology.”
Samantha laughed.
“I have a girlfriend that would agree with you there.”
Michelle grinned. “She says Duracells are a girl’s best friend.”
“That’s so wicked,” Samantha replied. “But sadly enough
many times true.”
“Is that what you do?” Michelle asked, then realized that
she might’ve gone over the line. “Oh I’m sorry, Samantha, I
shouldn’t have asked you something like that.”
“It’s OK, and I said my friend’s call me Sam.” she replied as
she ran a hand through her hair. “And to answer the question, no
I’m not into battery powered lovers.”
“What do you do then?” she asked, then added. “Sam?”
“Well let’s just say that a woman has other options and leave
it at that. When you’re older you’ll probably figure it out for
yourself.”
“Are you talking about other girls?” Michelle inquired.
Samantha seemed surprised by the question.
“Well I said you were insightful,” she said. “but what would a
girl like you know about things like that?”
“I made out with Wanda Jacobs once.”
“Oh really,” Sam said. “And how did that happen?”
“Wanda was my best friend during junior year. She didn’t
have a lot of experience with guys and asked me once what it was
like kissing and making out. It seemed like of silly at first, but
before we knew it we were really making out. If my Mom hadn’t
called up to us that dinner was ready I’m not sure where we might
have gone.”
“Anything after that?” Samantha asked out of curiosity.
“Wanda’s Dad died a week later and they moved out of state.
I never saw her again.”
“I’m sorry, did you miss her?”
“I not sure, I thought I did, but after a while I wasn’t sure.”
“What does that mean?”
“I mean after a while I wasn’t sure if I missed Wanda or
what we did.”
“Did you ever try it again with anyone else?”
“I thought about it, but there never seemed to be the
opportunity.”
“Would you want another opportunity?”
Michelle didn’t answer with words. Instead she looked deep
into Samantha’s emerald eyes, finding a kinship that transcended
years. She reached for the woman’s hand and used it to stroke
her shoulder length hair, guiding it down across her neck until in
came to rest against the curve of her small breasts.
The brunette felt an electric thrill go through her as she
felt Samantha’s nails caress her flesh. She was both scared and
excited at the same time. A small part of her said no, but a larger
part screamed yes. She knew that here, hidden in the moonlight,
no one would ever know.
The blonde shifted in her seat and brought both hands to
the side of Michelle’s face. A familiarity filled her face as she
drew the girl closer and kissed her. Gently at first, their lips
barely touching. Then harder a second time, her more experienced
tongue finding Michelle’s.
“Are you sure?” Samantha asked in a hushed breath.
Michelle just nodded yes, unable to catch her breath enough
to give voice to her desire.
A third and fourth kiss followed, moving down the length of
Michelle’s neck as Samantha reached back and undid the back of
her Prom Gown. Nibble fingers performed a familiar task and
undid the small bra beneath the soft material.
“They’re not very big I’m afraid,” Michelle said a little
ashamed as her voice returned. The C cups gave way to reveal
small pads of tissue paper wadded up inside them.
“They’re beautiful.” Samantha whispered as her kisses
continued down to the top of the girl’s bare globes.
Michelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of ecstasy
as the older woman’s tongue found her now erect nipple. Her
mouth closed around it as she began to suck at it ever so gently.
So different from the rough biting that Bobby had always given
her.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Michelle said to herself.
“But it feels too good to stop.”
As Samantha shifted her attention to Michelle’s other
breast, she continued to play with the first with her free hand. A
surging fire built within the 18-year-old as she struggled to get
out of her dress. She was no longer worried about what it had
cost or what she was doing to it. All she worried about was that
she not break contact with Samantha’s wonderful mouth.
Michelle couldn’t help but think, from the way Samantha
played across her small breasts with her tongue, mouth and
fingers, that her skill could only have come as the result of lots of
practice. She wondered for a moment, what the older woman had
been like when she was her age. Had she already discovered how
pleasing the touch of another woman could be, or had someone
shown her one night, just as she was showing Michelle.
The thought lasted but that brief moment as Michelle
suddenly filled with the desire to sample Samantha’s own larger
mounds. A hunger to play her own mouth across the woman’s
nipples.
“Please let me do that to you.” Michelle pleaded, her voice
filled with both the pleasure of Samantha’s touch and a longing to
reciprocate.
Samantha laughed softly and let Michelle now wet nipple slip
from her lips. She brought her head back up and kissed the girl
again, sharing with her the sweetness of her own breasts. The
kiss was short this time, but just as pleasant.
Shifting in her seat, the blonde reached behind her neck and
undid the strap of her dress. The red material, no longer taut, fell
forward and free. The richly tanned mounds beneath it were held
only in place by the barest of red lace.
Michelle reached out and placed her hand atop the
lace-covered globes, marveling at both their softness and warmth.
It was the first time she’d touched another woman with lust in her
heart. Her fingers slid down to the small metal clasp beneath
Samantha’s breasts that held the bra together. She looked into
the older woman’s eyes, a silent request for permission. A request
given just as wordlessly.
Undoing the clasp, Michelle could feel her heart racing.
Much later, when she had time to look back on this night, she would
wonder why she’d felt so flustered. She had to have seen a
hundred girls breasts just in her four years of gym class alone, so
why was she acting like a boy taking off a girl’s bra for the first
time. Even Bobby hadn’t acted this nervous.
“They are so beautiful.” she gasped as the red lace fell into
her hands, exposing the large dark pink nipples beneath them.
Samantha had a rich tan line, a very visible division between
the soft brown of the sun kissed skin and the bright natural
pinkness of where her bikini top began. Michelle knew two girls at
school who sunbathed topless behind the privacy of their backyard
fences, saying that it made them more desirable to their
boyfriends. Looking now at Samantha, Michelle couldn’t imagine
anything more erotic. It was like sneaking a look at a forbidden
sight.
Unable to control her excitement or enthusiasm any longer,
the young brunette surged forward and buried her face between
the large mounds, laughing and kissing them as she went.
Samantha laughed as well, wrapping her arms around her
lover, hugging her tightly. She thought back to her first time and
envied Michelle a little. As many as the joys she had experienced
over the years, nothing had ever matched that first sense of
rapture.
She helped guide her thick eraser sized nipples into
Michelle’s mouth, showing her where to tickle them with her
tongue. The girl’s only experience had been on the receiving end of
the coarse approach of her boyfriend. More often than not, she
repeated the mistakes she had been taught. Samantha tried to
gently correct the worse of them.
“Take it easy, my little love,” she said in a soft melodious
voice. “We have plenty of time, and even better is yet to come.”
Even so there was no way to dampen any of Michelle’s
neophyte exuberance, so she just stroked her long dark hair and
let her enjoy herself. Not that the blonde had any reason to
complain. Michelle might lack experience or a valid technique, but
she was filled with a bountiful desire to please and she was
learning quickly.
Eventually, Michelle’s passion cooled enough for her to come
up for air. She kissed Samantha with as much of the fire within
her as she could, delighting in the feel of the tongue against her
own as she pressed between her lover’s red lips.
“Do you think you’ve had enough?” Samantha asked as she
broke the kiss. “Or do you want to finish this?”
“Oh I want to finish this,” Michelle eagerly replied. “I can’t
remember the last time I wanted something so much.”
“Okay,” Samantha smiled. “I just wanted to be sure.”
Michelle beamed back at her, joy filling her face.
“What say we make ourselves a little more room over on the
grass?” Samantha suggested. “These little cars weren’t really
made for, what shall we say, extra vehicular activities.”
“My brother says that cars like this aren’t made for getting
laid in,” Michelle joked as she got out of the car. “But you get laid
when you get out of them.”
“I think I heard that line in a movie somewhere,” Samantha
replied as she got out as well. “But I guess it is true.” she
laughed.
Samantha motioned to a small clear patch of grass right by
the waterline. As Michelle removed her heels and started for it,
Samantha opened the small truck and pulled out a large checkered
red and black blanket. She folded it under her arm and followed
Michelle.
“I keep this in the truck for picnics or roadside
emergencies.” she said, motioning to the blanket.
Just above the water’s edge, Michelle helped Samantha
spread out the large blanket. She hadn’t been kidding when she
said it was for picnics, Michelle thought. Four people could’ve sat
on it in comfort. Or two people could lie on it as well, she added.
“You think we should get out of these dresses before we
damage them any more?” Michelle asked, taking note of the small
tear in one of her top straps.
“Excellent idea.” Samantha agreed as she stepped behind
Michelle and undid the zipper of the prom dress.
The dress fell to the ground and Michelle stepped out of it.
Samantha placed a soft hand on each of the shorter woman’s
shoulders, gently massaging them. A gentle kiss landed on each of
them as well. Then on her neck, and finally on her lips as Michelle
arched her head back to receive it.
As their lips met softly, Samantha glided her hands around
Michelle and cupped her small breasts. She rubbed her thumbs
against the stubby nipples, feeling them grow stiff in her hands.
“Oh that feels so good.” Michelle purred as she pressed her
half-naked body against her taller lover.
Samantha let her hand drift down across Michelle’s stomach
and under the waistband of her cotton white panties. Her long
slender fingers stretched out across the dark mound beneath,
finding a warm dampness throughout it.
She continued her digital exploration, pressing her finger
against the fold of Michelle’s Venus mound, rubbing it up and down
a few times before sliding it in.
“Oh God!” Michelle gasped.
Samantha used her free hand to continue to caress
Michelle’s breasts as she pumped one finger in and out. One finger
was followed by two, then by a third. Moving faster and faster,
they sent ripples of delight radiating out through her body.
“Faster, ... faster!” Michelle gasped through shortened
breaths.
Samantha was happy to respond to her wishes, feeling the
walls of her love canal contract around her fingers. Even as her
fingers fucked her furiously, her thumb maintained an equal
pressure against the younger woman’s clit.
“Are you enjoying this, my little love?” Samantha whispered
into her ear.
Michelle was too close to orgasm to do more than grunt in
reply. Her body was covered in droplets of sweat despite the cool
breeze blowing off the lake. Before she knew it, the waves of her
orgasm splashed across her body.
It was a small climax to be sure, but one certainly as good as
any she had enjoyed by her own hand. Certainly it had been better
then the pitiful two she had gotten from Bobby.
“That...” Michelle said as her breathing returned to normal.
“was fantastic!”
“That...” Samantha said in the same hesitant tone. “was only
a beginning.”
Samantha helped Michelle off with her now stained panties,
dropping them next to her dress. Then she told her to sit down on
the blanket while she rid herself of her own gown. Red cloth
collapsed upon blue as Samantha stood naked above her lover.
Michelle wasn’t surprised to find that the tall blonde wore no
panties, but she was to discover that she was also totally bare.
She hadn’t seen a girl without hair since the first year of junior
high. And none of them had anything remotely resembling a body
like Samantha’s.
Samantha knelt down on the blanket and took Michelle in her
arms. They lay down alongside each other and she took Michelle’s
hand in her own, guiding it to the wet flesh between her long
tanned legs.
“Just like I did for you.” she instructed, placing the younger
hand against her moist flesh.
Michelle slowly ran her hand up and down between
Samantha’s outstretched legs, feeling for the first time a woman’s
sex not her own. The sheer excitement of that touch was enough
to send flickers of pleasure through her own.
Michelle pressed her index finger against Samantha’s clit,
trying to imagine she was rubbing against her own and duplicate
the actions she was most familiar with. She saw that it was having
some effect on the older woman but not much. The eighteen year
old was just too inexperienced to be able to tell what was working
and what wasn’t, at least without being on the receiving end of her
touch. Samantha just smiled at her, pleased at her attempt.
Michelle, however wanted to do more than simply go through the
motions.
A couple of weeks ago, the girls on the cheerleader squad
had a big sleepover at Chrissy O’Donnell’s house. Her parents
hadn’t been home and one of the eight girls had brought with her a
porn video she had borrowed from her brother’s hidden collection.
The film had been entitled appropriately enough Bimbo
Cheerleaders From Hooter High.
The film covered a variety of situations and the various
sex scenes drew a multitude of comments and jokes from the girls.
That was until the screen had filled with a scene involving only two
of the female leads. No one had uttered so much as a snicker
while the large breasted girls demonstrated the intricacies of
lesbian sex. No one had reached for the remote to hit
fast-forward either.
Running over in her mind what she had seen at Chrissy’s,
Michelle ran her small hands up the length of each of the tanned
thighs before her, coming together at the bare mound midway.
Pressing her fingers against the folds of Samantha’s pussy, she
exposed the pink softness within.
Without hesitation, the younger girl bent down and planted a
kiss in the center of that pinkness, getting her first brief taste of
another woman’s sex. The brunette found the simple kiss to be
the most highly erotic thing she had ever done.
“This is going to be a lot easier than the first time I sucked
Bobby off.” she thought as she bend down again and this time
pressed her tongue inside of Samantha.
“Oh!” Samantha gasped as she jumped a little at the sudden
touch.
Since she was a young teen, the blonde had always had a hair
trigger pussy. It didn’t much to get her going.
“This is nothing like sucking cock.” Michelle thought as she
darted her tongue up and across the reaches of Samantha’s pussy.
The strong scent of the older woman’s arousal filled her, firing her
youthful enthusiasm.
“Oh yes, right there.” Samantha called out as by blind luck,
her novitiate pussy licker found her most sensitive spot.
The tall blonde took hold of the back of Michelle’s head,
drawing her ever deeper inside of her. Long slender fingers
spread through brunette strands, holding the amateur tongue in
the right place.
“Oh baby, you are really good at this!” Samantha cried out
as she felt the rising crest of an approaching climax.
The erotic wave washed over the shoals of her passion
moments later, simultaneously sending a cry of delight from her
lips and a burst of female nectar onto Michelle’s.
The sudden quaking of the prone body beneath her sent a
momentary fear through Michelle’s heart. She had read of woman
having explosive orgasms but had never seen anything like one.
Certainly she had never experienced one. It was very unlike those
she had seen in that porn film at Chrissy’s.
“Are you all right?” she hesitantly asked Samantha as her
body finally calmed.
The tall blonde didn’t answer right away, instead sitting up
on the blanket. She smiled and ran her fingers across Michelle’s
now honey stained mouth, wiping some of it clean.
“Oh sweetheart,” she said joyfully. “I’m more than all right.
Are you sure that’s the first time you’ve ever done that?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “I’ve maybe thought about it a few
times, but that’s all.”
“Well you are definitely a gifted beginner.”
“Then I did it okay?”
“Couldn’t you tell?”
“Well I wasn’t sure, especially when you started jumping
around. I didn’t know what to make of it?”
“Honey, you can’t tell me you’ve never had an orgasm.”
“No, I have.” Michelle said, thinking of the times she had
felt pleasure at her own hand and a few times by Bobby’s. “But
never anything like that.”
“Well then,” Samantha said as she leaned forward and
kissed her softly, relishing the taste of he own climax on the
younger girl’s lips. “That is something that we’re going to have to
definitely change.”
Samantha ran her hands down across Michelle’s breasts,
playing with the nipples for a few moments. Then she replaced her
fingers with her tongue, alternating between gentle licks and small
love bites. Continuing downward, her kisses traced a path down
Michelle’s stomach.
Reaching the edge of her small dark brown bush, Samantha
ran her fingers across it, noting that it had grown much wetter
than before. With two outstretched fingers she parted the way
to Michelle’s hidden pearl and reached out with her agile tongue to
embrace that treasure.
The warm sensation between her legs started out familiar
enough for the eighteen-year-old. She’d felt it before by her own
hand or on those few occasions when Bobby had given in to her
requests and put his own tongue there. His attempts at cunnilingus
had never lasted long, just enough to keep her willing to
reciprocate on him.
It was only when those small sensations began to increase in
intensity and frequency that Michelle began to understand what
some the other girls had described in late night chats.
Each rising wave was more powerful than the preceding one,
and reached further throughout her prone form. Suddenly
detached from every reality save the budding fires within her,
Michelle became aware of the quickness of her breaths, the racing
of her heart, and the cold drops of sweat appearing on her naked
flesh.
She opened her mouth to offer words of encouragement as
Samantha had done for her, but could only manage a moan of
pleasure.
Samantha, it seemed, needed no encouragement as her
darting tongue drew on years of experience and unlocked secrets
within the younger body that Michelle never knew existed. Each
movement of her tongue, every touch of her long slender fingers,
sent a reciprocating ripple of elation across her body.
It wasn’t long before the high school senior was on a level
she’d never experienced before, looking down from the pinnacle of
what she knew would be her first explosive orgasm.
Faster and faster, surges of ecstasy washed over her until
they began to blend into one long continuous state of rapture.
Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she gripped handfuls of the
blanket beneath her as she tried to delay the eruption within her.
To make her bliss last as long as possible. She wanted to enjoy
every possible second.
Try as she could, Samantha’s experienced touch was not to
be denied. With a yell that was unlike her, Michelle climaxed with
a force she had never known in her young life. Like Samantha only
a short time before, her body shook of its own accord for what
seemed like endless seconds. The world around her didn’t exist for
those brief moments, only that all encompassing sense of
jubilation.
Time seemed to skip a few beats until Michelle became
aware of the star filled sky she had been looking up into. She also
became aware of the warm, equally exhausted body pressed up
against her own. Samantha hadn’t said a word, letting Michelle
gather her own thoughts on what had just happened and put then
in perspective.
Listening to the twin sounds of her own breaths and
heartbeats, Michelle thought of how she had expected tonight to
be when she had gotten up this morning and how it had actually
unfolded.
“One thing did happen that I expected.” she thought to
herself as she acknowledged Samantha’s presence next to her by
taking her hand in hers. “I did loose my pearl tonight after all.
Just not exactly in the way that I expected.”
She rolled over and kissed Samantha with all the passion
still in her body, holding her tight long after the kiss ended. She
was sure it was going to be a long interesting summer for both of
them.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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