Pammy's private journal:
Thursday, 28 September 1995
Two sexy days.
Yesterday, Wednesday, was my first day up and around again after the fever. Vicki, the doll, has been taking notes for me and even helping me with homework, even when it means doing double work for her. She is such a sweetie! I wanted to go out and do something up after school, so we were up early and busy much of the day.
When school let out we walked down to the corner and caught the bus to the outlets, first for Pizza Hut and then for some shopping. I don't know why but it always feels good after I've been sick to buy something fresh and new, you know. I bought two new bras and some tights. In the evening we took dinner at the big house with our host family, as usual. Vicki got involved in a game with the girls and so I played chess with Mr C and then went out for a walk round the yard by myself, after dark. When I came back to the cottage, round 22.00, Vicki was waiting for me.
She had two candles lit and the electrics off, and soft classical music on the stereo-- can you believe it? This is how romantic she is! She came out in her little shortie satin robe and brought a tray out with two cool glasses of grapefruit juice over ice, and when she bent over to set it down it gave me a good look at her breasts inside the robe. She loves to tease me like that. [wink] Then she sat down on the couch next to me. Already I was about ready to melt. We kissed. My heart was pounding. She lifted her glass and made a toast. 'To us,' she said, 'and to a nice evening.' We touched glasses and drank. Such a pity Mr C won't let us have wine out here for ourselves!
I was really dizzy-- I was excited about her doing all these romantic things. She set her glass down, very gently, and got up and went over to put out the lights. She saw me watching her and so she untied the robe, and reached up and slipped it off her shoulders. She never said anything; she just stood there naked for a moment and let me stare at her, like she was offering herself to me with everything she had. Vicki is sooo beautiful-- words can't describe her. She has a perfect tan, from all those afternoons lying out behind her house at home, a beautiful narrow waist and absolutely the loveliest breasts you ever saw.... Every curve on her is beautiful-- the Libra, you know. You just want to gobble her up.
I was shivering like crazy as she sauntered up to me, and I put out my arms and we fell together on the couch. When her lips touched mine I shivered sooo hard. She pushed her lips onto mine and our tongues rolled round inside our teeth, and I wanted to faint there in her arms.
Soon we were both kissing sooo beautifully, and she was fondling me, caressing me, first outside my jersey and then inside, rubbing me till I was sooo stiff I thought I would burst right through the bra. I tried to reach into her crutch, but she kept moving and wouldn't let me. She reached up under my jersey and started peeling it off over my head, and I had to back away to let her, and then she was throwing it aside in the room and leaning in to kiss me again. Her fingers kept tripping over my nipples in the bra, and I was throbbing with all my might. When she opened it, it felt like my breasts fell into her hands; I was sooo sensitive!
Vicki loves playing with my breasts. I went down on my back on the couch, and she came down with me, and she got the bra out from under me and lay down on top of me. And we kissed, kissed, kissed, over and over, and I was trembling like an idiot, like it was my first time, because it was, really, in more than a week.
Now I have to admit that Vicki and I really do not make love very often-- maybe every three days-- or so. She is a morning person and I am a late-night person and so when I am most awake she is asleep, and when I want most to sleep is when she's usually awake. We have been sharing a bed since we got here, and really we usually only kiss a little and say goodnight, and maybe she will cuddle up to me whilst we sleep. We are friends-- we always have been. If we do make love it's almost always me who starts it, and Vicki goes along because she really does like it-- I just think she's not really comfortable with doing it with another girl even if I am her best friend. So it's really special if she starts it!
Vicki got me out of my shorts, and then I wanted to reach down and put my fingers up into her. She was all bare on top of me and I could feel her fuzzies rubbing against my leg. She was wet, too-- I could tell. I love it when she gets like that, really excited. She traced her fingers down my belly and started playing with the top of my panties, and I lifted my bottom so she could get them off. I tried to get into her again, but she said, 'No. This is just for you.'
Then she opened me and got into me, and I went all shivery and everything, and then she was sliding in and out of me sooo beautifully.... I started coming, and it went on really long, till we were both really tired, lying there on the couch in the dark with the candles growing lower and our bare bodies together keeping us warm.
Vicki got up and went in to get ready for bed and I put on her robe and went up to the computer to send some EMail and see if I had got any reaction to the poem I wrote. I ended up being up there for about an hour reading some BBs and so when I came down and got ready for bed myself Vicki was sort of asleep.
I crawled in next to her and she woke up a little and let me embrace her, and we snuggled there together until pretty soon we were kissing and fondling each other again. I sort of felt I owed her one, so I started to finger her, really gently, and then she became fully awake and sooo wet and excited that neither one of us could help it even though it was about 2.30 in the morning. She let me into her and then she was in me too and we made love like that, under the sheets, sooo romantic and sooo tender like lovers should.
We slept all night together, with her curled up on my shoulder and those long eyelashes looking so sweet and babylike on her cheeks.
This morning, Thursday, I had this lovely dream about floating on my back in the pool, or on a gentle pond, whilst Vicki dressed me in flowers and kissed me all over. It was so strange and sooo beautiful, except the feeling didn't go away when I woke up, because Vicki was really there, kissing my neck and my chest whilst I had been asleep. Ever have a dream like that? I wasn't awake ten seconds and I had goosebumps all over me. She whispered, 'Hi, hun,' really sweetly, and then gave me a good-morning kiss and went in and started our shower.
I just love taking a shower with Vicki. Sometimes I miss staying in the guest room of the big house, up on the third floor, where they have this beautiful little room with a spa tub and a tanning bench, where we used to give baths to each other-- in secret of course. Once we were in there and I was playing with the douche bottle inside Vicki and she started squealing really loud, and I was sure everyone in the house heard us-- but now, it's just the two of us in the little cottage and we have to take showers. So we made love under the water-- with lots of soap! --and then washed each other's hair and hugged and kissed a little more.
It was really warm today so we both wore shorts. I put on this pair of really snug denim ones, cut off really short, that are fraying too much and look like they're going to go completely away someday soon, and then Vicki got herself into these really cute white walk shorts, really short and snug, and she wore this black cotton top that doesn't quite meet them so a little bit of her middle shows all the way round. Her tushie looks like you would kill to be able to squeeze her there. We both like to dress really cute and watch all the older guys stare at us. They are always willing to pay attention, like the way the guys helped us with the marine bio labs over the summer, but I really think they'd been afraid to actually talk to us because we're 'jailbait', you know. [giggle] Just once I wish one of them would! Some of them are kind of cute, you know. [wink]
School was over at 14.35, and we took the bus as usual and got off at the ferry-- the buses don't run all the way down to the C's house. By now it was warm and we were carrying our windcheaters-- it felt almost like summer. Vicki wanted to walk along the beach, so we cut down through the development, where we said hello to one of the neighbours, who knows Mr and Mrs C. Fortunately she didn't see us holding hands. By the time we came out on the beach, Vicki was acting really jittery, like she couldn't wait to tell me something. I don't remember exactly how it started but we started talking about making love, and then she said, 'So tell me the sexiest thing you can think of.'
I said, 'Do you mean, the thing I most want to do?'
She said, 'Maybe. Just-- the sexiest thing you can think of.'
I thought about it, but I really didn't want to tell her, because it's one of the things we've never done before, even though everyone online that I meet always asks me if we do it. And I guess it's because I never really have the nerve to ask her, because of the way I feel about her. When we make love, we don't really think about the whole power thing about sex. Sex is power-- I don't have to be that experienced to know that. But I never tell Vicki to do something to me, or for me, you know, and she never demands anything of me either-- it's not her style. We both like to do what we both like to do. It has to be enjoyable to both of us, or it's not really making love. That's why I always call it 'making love', because to us, that's what it is. We are friends, and we love each other very much, but we are also lovers, and we love making love together. Just because I haven't lived out some of my fantasies in real life doesn't mean I have to force her to do them for me, you know. Does that make sense? I think maybe I just love her too much to make her a kind of love-slave.
So I started to feel really nervous and everything. We were talking about sex before, like, I think she started at first by asking which time since we got to Delaware I thought was the most exciting, or something, and now she was asking about things we have never done. I sort of didn't want to say it, but she insisted, so I said, 'Well, if I can be blunt--'
She said, 'Yes! Be blunt.'
I said, 'I don't want you to take it the wrong way, but I'll be honest.'
She told me I could tell her anything, so long as I was honest.
So I said, 'Well....' --like I was getting embarrassed, but I really was, sort of. And I just said it. I said, 'I've always wanted to sit on your face.'
She giggled, really a lot, like it was the silliest thing she'd ever heard.
I said, 'So? So what's the sexiest thing you've ever thought of?'
We were not far from the house now-- she looked up to see. And then suddenly she grabbed my hand and said, 'I'll show you,' and started running for home. It looked like no one was in the big house-- the blinds were drawn. We ran up to the cottage holding hands and burst in and threw our bookbags on the floor, and ran into the bedroom and started kissing and making out like crazy.
Both of us were sooo breathless and frantic! We were pawing at each other like animals, sitting on the bed, trying to get all the clothes off at once, you know, and knowing we wouldn't be able to wait. She got my bra undone inside my pulli and started to get my shorts off, and then she lay back on the bed and I could yank hers down too. I wanted to ravage her like crazy, because I thought that's what she wanted, and then she said, all out of breath and excited, 'No. Let's do it now.'
'Do it?' I asked, but my heart was beating like crazy.
She said, 'Yes. Now.'
She had her head back on the pillows, and put out her arms to me. I got my panties off over my feet and then crawled up to her, and then, for the very first time in my life, I put my knees up over my best friend's shoulders and opened myself above her face.
And she licked me. She just put out her tongue and wrapped her arms round my bare bottom, and she started licking me. It was fabulous! I was like completely dizzy with the whole idea, you know? I started coming almost immediately-- I was sooo shivery. I came in rivers all over her, shaking and whining and doing silly things like twisting up my hair with my hands and reaching under my pulli to squeeze my breasts myself. Vicki kept on licking-- she knew I was coming, and I was suddenly so full of love for her, I couldn't keep from crying. I was crying like an idiot, and I reached round and started ticking her naked crutch behind me, and got one finger into her, and then she was bouncing up and down underneath me like she would hit any second.
She went really wide inside all of a sudden, you know, like when a girl comes really hard, and I knew she was going to hit big, because she started licking me really fast and really hard all over again, and I was shivering like a twit and pouring all over her. Then she hit, and just before I went completely faint I looked down at her, and saw the tears on her cheeks, between my thighs, kissing me gently and licking up all my juices as well as she could. 'I love you,' I said to her, and she stopped and smiled up at me.
I got off her pretty quickly and kissed her, because I wanted to taste myself in her mouth, but mostly because I wanted to kiss her to show how much I loved her. We were both really warm but the heat wasn't up and it was starting to feel cool in the room, so we helped each other out of the rest of our clothes and slipped down under the sheets, and went on kissing like we had never kissed before-- or maybe like we had found something all-new in ourselves, you know. Vicki has licked me before, but never with me on top of her, like that. It was sooo fabulous that I'm still dizzy from it all. I just felt sooo much love for her right then.
I asked her if she liked it, and she said it was all right, but she was really glad I enjoyed it so much. She was sooo sweet about it! She said it didn't bother her, because to her, my body is just part of me, and she loves me, and all parts of me. Isn't that sweet? I wanted to melt!
I rolled on top of her and sucked gently on her breast until she was getting a little jittery, you know, and so I licked and kissed and sucked my way down her body and peeled down the sheets as I went. 'Oh, Pammy,' she said, 'you don't have to....'
And I said, because I did remember yesterday, 'I want to. This is for you.' Then I tossed the sheet up over my head and went down into her crutch to lick her.
I really love licking her. She is the tastiest little treat in the world-- but I admit she is the only girl I ever licked. We only started this year, a few months ago, like at the beginning of August. I persuaded her to let me lick her, just once, and she loved it sooo much that she said she'd do it to me forever just so I'd do it to her too. Sometimes I wish there was a way to bottle Vicki and drink her like wine. She really is that sweet.
We started out really soft, but she just went wild, screaming and bucking like crazy, which was so exciting to me that I started getting wet all over again. But I didn't need any more, you know. She came again, and we lay in bed for the rest of the afternoon, snuggling, nuzzling, kissing, and forgot all about our homework till Mrs C rang and asked us about dinner. I think I was still shaky and out of breath talking to her, but she didn't seem to notice. Honestly-- no one here suspects us at all, but then, why should they? We're good girls.
Vicki got up to get dressed and we did do a bit of homework, and I've been writing this since.