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This
work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
people under the age of 18 or those offended by sexual situations.
If you should not be reading this, please don't read it.
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Copyright 2001 by Joshua Gordon. Feel free to distribute this
story to any non-commercial forum with the author's name and
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Leigh
- Part 1: Contact
by Joshua Gordon
joshuagordon78@hotmail.com
I took the bus at 5:30
every day and rode it from the corner of Chisholm and Main across
town to my house on Latimer.
My parents’ house, technically.
I had graduated from high school the previous month and
gotten the job at the music shop mainly to keep me busy in the
interim between high school and college but also to get me out of
the house and away from the folks for a while each day.
So in the mornings I’d take the bus to Chisholm and walk
the two remaining blocks down Main to Red Sky Records.
At the end of the day I’d be back on the bus, more often
than not heading straight back home.
Most days the girl would
be on the bus as well. She
caught it at a stop farther up Main, I thought, and she always got
off three stops before mine.
I’d sat beside her a few times, but the most we’d ever
spoken was a couple of hellos and goodbyes as we passed each
other. But we looked
at each other. God,
how we looked at each other.
Studied each other and practically peeled the layers of
fabric off each other with our eyes.
We usually sat opposite each other, wry grins on both our
faces. She was about
my age, maybe a year or so younger, and slim, probably five seven
or eight. The first
thing I had noticed about her was her hair; it was ginger red and
hung even with the tops of her breasts, which were half revealed
by the low cut vest top she was wearing.
A sprinkling of freckles dotted her forehead and nose,
punctuating her flawless and pale skin. Her eyelids were heavy and seductive over her deep green
eyes, and when she looked at me that day, she tilted her head down
so that she was staring across the aisle at me from under those
sultry lids. Her lips
turned up at the edges and parted slightly so I could see her pink
tongue caught between her teeth.
Slowly and deliberately, it dragged across her lower lip,
and I felt myself respond, my cock twitching in my trousers.
Her gaze slipped down to my lap, which I’d covered with
my hands to hide my growing erection, and she looked back up to my
face, her smile wider but secretive.
The bus slowed and
stopped, and she leaned forward as she stood, granting me a
glimpse down her top at the bare breasts beneath.
I had time to see only the milky white and rounded tops
before she was standing. She
hesitated and looked down at me again. I felt her hand grab mine, and before I could think, I was on
my feet and following her down the aisle and out the door to the
sidewalk. It wasn’t
until I heard the bus doors sliding shut and the air brakes
hissing as the bus pulled off that I realized what I was doing.
“What--”
“Shh.”
She pressed a cool finger to my lips and leaned close.
For the first time I realized she was English as she
whispered into my ear, “I’m horny as hell, and you’re going
to help me with that, aren’t you?”
I nodded slowly, and she smiled.
“Good boy.” She
pressed her lips against mine and let me taste her tongue for a
second before pulling away and leading me down the street by the
hand.
“This is my house.
My mum won’t be in from work for at least two more
hours.”
I didn’t and probably
couldn’t say anything as she took me up the walkway to the
house. This was a
fantasy I’d been playing out every day on the ride home.
Hell, it was the fantasy of every guy who wrote in to
Penthouse each month with torrid tales of romping with a stranger.
And there I was, being led by this entirely hot girl who
had just told me I was going to help her sort out her horniness.
She let us in through the
front door with her key and locked the door behind us.
“This way,” she said, pulling me down the hallway and
up the stairs to what I assumed to be her room.
It was decorated in pale blues and whites with a small bed
between the windows on one wall.
She sat heavily on the sofa against the joining wall and
pulled me down beside her, dragging me to her by my shirt and
kissing me.
I leaned into her with the
kiss, my chest pressing against hers, and I felt her perfectly
sized breasts pressing back through the multicolored vest top.
Our tongues teased at each other, flicking and probing as
our lips locked and worked almost in a frenzy.
I reached up with my right hand to cup her face, my fingers
along her cheek and my thumb under her chin.
The pulse in her throat throbbed, and her jaw moved while
she kissed me. Her
back arched, longing, and my hand slid down her throat and covered
her left breast. The
nipple was hard under the material of her top, and I could feel it
poking out, drawing my hand.
I squeezed the breast, and she moaned into my mouth, her
tongue retracting for an instant before plunging all the way back
in. My fingers closed
in on her nipple and latched onto it, still covered by her shirt.
Barely clinging to control, I worked her breast, pulling at
the hard nipple, knowing it would be pink and yielding but firm in
my mouth once I had lain her bare.
As I kneaded her breast
and felt the nubbin begging for attention, I couldn’t wait any
longer. I pushed the
strap off her left shoulder, and I broke the kiss to look down at
the nipple that now showed over the edge of her top. It was darker than I expected, contrasting beautifully with
her pale skin. My
head dipped as I took her pert breast into my mouth, trapping it
between my lips and licking over the tip.
I turned my eyes up to see her mouth part as she sighed
heavily. The hand I
had on her breast shifted to her side and held her as the other
hand pulled the right strap down, freeing her other breast.
My mouth moved to it and sucked at it fiercely, my breath
coming heavier. My
tongue scooped the underside of her nipple, and my upper lip
trapped the top of it. I
tugged gently, and her hips pressed upwards, thrusting against me.
I smiled my response and
smoothed over her lips with my thumbs before kissing her again,
tasting passion on her tongue.
“What’s your name?” I whispered.
“Leigh,” she murmured,
her voice breathy now. My
hands were still at the sides of her face, and she turned her head
slightly and slid her tongue over my fingers, wetting them with
her saliva. I kissed
her again before drawing a circle around her right breast with
that hand, covering it in her kiss before taking it into my mouth
again. I sucked at
her right breast as my hand massaged her left urgently, firmly.
Her hips pressed up again, and I moved my leg to between
her thighs, pushing my own thigh up against her crotch beneath her
skirt. The skirt rode
up her legs as I ground against her, and it was then that I
realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.
I could feel her wetness soaking through the leg of my
trousers as she humped against me, needing attention.
I lowered my right hand to stroke over her pussy, teasing,
before sliding it back up her side to press against her back,
pulling her harder against my face, pushing my mouth and chin into
the flesh of her breast. I
swirled my tongue around her nipple a few more times and raised my
head, pushing my tongue into her mouth once more.
She moaned into my mouth,
and I kissed her cheek and neck.
“Rub me,” she whispered, pleading.
Her thighs parted wider, inviting my touch.
I licked the fingers on my
right hand and complied, sliding them directly down to her pussy.
Her legs squeezed in, locking my hand firmly against her,
but I pushed her knees open and stroked my wet fingers directly
over her already dripping clitoris.
“My God,” she moaned, looking down at my hand rubbing
over her shaved pussy. I
watched her face as my fingers stroked over her lips and then
zeroed in on the button of flesh at the center.
I pressed my middle finger over it and vibrated my whole
hand, the fingertips slickened with her pussy juices.
She stiffened and bit at her lower lip.
I felt my fingers going dry, so I licked them again and
tasted her on them before returning the hand to between her legs. Her chest heaved with her deep breaths, and her nipple grazed
the side of my face. I
took it into my mouth again, sucking hard as I fingered her clit. She moaned a low sound of desire, and I kissed her, feeling
her want in the way her lips attacked mine and her tongue speared
my mouth.
I gave her pussy a firm
rub and moved my hand up to pull the vest top down farther,
stretching it below her breasts and revealing the top of her flat,
firm stomach. I
licked up it and felt her ribcage pressing back.
I licked back down and then moved below her top, pushing it
up to just under her breasts so I could kiss farther down her
stomach and dip my tongue into her navel, a sharp line in her taut
skin. Her hand
stroked the back of my head, and I licked my fingers again, this
time rubbing over the whole of her pussy.
The middle three fingers dipped into the slit, parting the
lips and rubbing up and down through her hot moisture, spreading
it to her clit and back down again.
I pressed my cheek against her stomach and then kissed just
above her pussy as I watched her hips quiver.
My hand was covered with her wetness by then, and I slowed
my strokes down the center of her pussy until only the middle
finger was rubbing her. It
shortened its motions, eventually zeroing in on the hot hole at
the core. With a
smooth motion, hastened by her burning hot pussy and the heated
juice, my finger slid into her until the knuckles of the two
surrounding fingers butted into her pussy lips.
She gasped and arched her back as one of her hands
instinctively scratched across the inside of her thigh.
I pointed my middle finger
into her and slipped it in and out in fast jerking motions,
rubbing my skin against hers and sliding my fingertip along the
slick folds of her pussy walls. Her breathing quickened, and her pussy contracted, squeezing
my finger gently as I fucked her with it.
“Oh God,” she moaned again, and I felt her hand on the
back of my neck, stroking me absently as her senses flooded to
focus on the rhythm between her thighs.
Her breaths became louder and turned into a repetition of
moans. Her eyes were
closed by then, and her head was tilted against the back cushions
of the sofa. I slid
off the seat and dropped to my knees in front of her, raising her
right leg over my shoulder so I could lower my face to her pussy.
As my mouth covered her, I slipped the finger out and
kissed her wetly, letting my saliva run down the lips and rush
through the folds of skin. My
tongue licked hard from the bottom of the slit to the top, probing
in between the wet lips to taste her honey.
She pulled her left leg up
and away, further opening herself to me as I went down on her.
Feeling her pussy widen, I gave her one more lick before
firming my tongue and pushing it into her as far as I could.
I heard her groan an “Ah!” as my tongue slipped in, and
I tasted her more strongly here, inside her vagina.
It was musky and delicious, and I probed my tongue in and
out, lapping her up with every lick.
She was panting then, her breaths coming in time with my
head bobbing on her. Without
losing contact with her pussy, I slid my tongue up from her
drenched hole to lick across the clitoris, which was protruding
from beneath its hood. When
I glanced up at her, her eyes were closed to slits, but her mouth
was wide. Her breath was stuttering, and her chest heaved with
soundless moans. I
pushed my finger back into her and mercilessly lashed at her clit
with my tongue, flicking back and forth over it, dying to push her
over the edge. “Ahhh!”
She half screamed, half moaned, and her feet raised up off
the floor as the hand on my neck grabbed at the back of my head,
pushing my tongue harder against her.
“Shit!” I
felt her hips buck beneath me, and I rode her through the orgasm
with my face, my tongue hammering her as she ground her pussy
against my hand. A
flood of juices rushed into her pussy and covered my fingers when
she came. She
continued to writhe and squirm under me with her knees pulled up
into the air, and I never relented in the tongue fucking.
Her hips jerked again and again until she’d exhausted
herself, and even then her pussy clenched, still begging to be
filled even as it dripped her wetness onto her thighs and the
upholstery of the sofa.
“Where the fuck did you
learn to do that?” She
asked, her breath coming hard and shallow.
I slid up her body to kiss
my response to her, and her tongue snaked over my lips, drawing
off and tasting her pussy on them.
She moaned appreciatively at her own flavor and ran her
fingers into my hair, pulling my face harder against hers as she
sucked at my lips and licked at the inside of my mouth.
I had one knee on the sofa between her spread legs, and all
she had to do was shift left a little to spin me around so I was
sitting and she was between my legs.
Her cheeks and chest were still reddened from the just
passed orgasm, but already her eyes glowed with mischief.
She dragged herself down me, rubbing her breasts over my
chest, stomach, and lap until she was on her knees on the floor. She leaned forward again, pressing her breasts around my
still clothed cock and turned her eyes up to my face. Her grin was wicked, and she licked her lips.
“Your turn,” she said
as her hand went to my zipper.
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