The Dashwood Chronicles, Part Two — Crissy's Story

by StarSapphire

CHAPTER 7

Will has told of the events of that fateful summer when he and I, then Mom and Jane became lovers and how the four of us came together. Thanks to Will's boldness that day at the lake, when he showed me his dear little hard-on, a whole series of events followed that he has just related. It is now my joyful duty to take up the rest of the story, as my role becomes more central to what eventually happened.

School began two days after the four of us first came together. Jane was in Middle School and Will and I were in the same class in Elementary School. We were a little distracted the first couple of days by all that had happened but Mom kept us on a tight leash. Schoolwork came before sex and romance! Will and I were only allowed to sleep together on weekends until we proved we could keep our marks up. To be fair the same went for Mom and Jane.

We began to notice our classmates a little more closely. We had become well sexualized now and so saw our peers differently this year. Several people in our school completely turned me on, something Will and I discussed the first few weeks we were back. He was having the same experience, so we decided to have a family conference around the matter.

"It's okay for you guys to have lovers outside the family," Mom counselled. "Just remember we have to keep our relationship here secret. If people found out about us our whole family would be torn apart. We also need to consider each other's feelings. Jealousy is just too toxic," she shuddered. "That's where my family relationships all came all went wrong. We weren't open with each other about who we were seeing and how we felt." She fell silent for a moment. "We didn't put our family first," she concluded.

We understood. I really couldn't imagine having sex with anyone besides Will right then but I knew where my desires might take me, especially with other girls. I suggested that maybe a girlfriend would be okay but not a boyfriend. Then Will spoke up and surprised us all.

"Then can I have a boyfriend?" Will asked with a big grin on his face.

"You want to have a boyfriend?" Mom asked surprised.

"Yeah," he replied. "I mean it's okay if you guys like girls, right? So please don't be upset because I also like boys!" Will asserted. Of course it hadn't occurred to us that he might be bisexual and might want his own male partners that the family couldn't provide. Personally I thought he was very brave in making this announcement and I supported him completely. It only took a few seconds for Mom and Jane to come around as well.

"Honey, I'm not upset at all!" Mom told Will "You go and make the best life for yourself you can. I think it's terrific that you like boys too. We'll all get the best of both worlds!" Mom laughed. "But for right now you're my man," Mom told Will. "For now no men for me besides you, okay baby?" Will agreed and Jane promised the same. We all felt clear about our boundaries. No lovers of the opposite sex yet. Everything would be out in the open and no one should get hurt. Thus supplied with our `rules of engagement' we set forth into the world. And then along came Constanza.

Connie was new to our town. Brookfield had only 20,000 people and she had come from metropolitan Vancouver so she felt a bit awkward at first. I could see her discomfort and so I went up to her during our first lunch break to introduce myself.

Connie was as tall as me but with beautiful straight black hair, brown eyes and nicely tanned skin. She was quite attractive but I wasn't seeking her out as a sexual partner at first. I was totally drawn to her personality. She seemed bright and funny, but without that cruel streak that sometimes develops in gifted people less sure of their place in the world. Connie, in spite of her strange new rural surroundings, seemed to be the master of herself. I was drawn to her for that reason I think.

"I've been to Vancouver lots," I told her on first meeting. "Brookfield must seem a bit of a drag for you huh?" I commiserated. Melinda looked at me and grinned.

"No, it's okay," she said. "We've got a cool house and even a horse barn. My dad's going to get me my own horse, can you believe it?" she gasped. "We both wanted to be in the country so it's okay here."

Loving Dashwood as I did I understood her feelings. "I'm glad. I like it here too and you can't have your own horse in Vancouver!" I quipped. "So what does your father do?"

"He's the new doctor in town. I thought everyone knew," she told me.

"Oh that's right! You're Connie Williams. Of course! I forgot. Our mom's the paralegal at Stan Dentry's law office and a weekend store clerk sometimes. Cynthia Sterling," I informed her.

"Hey, I met her when my dad was building our house! She's that nice pretty lady with the shiny brown hair. She's always dressed SO neat!" Connie complimented.

"Yeah, that's Mom. She's pretty cool. The best one we've ever had!" I joked.

I explained to Connie that our father was no longer around and that we were a quote single parent family unquote. So was Connie's. She and her Dad were alone after her mother abandoned the family and returned to Europe several years ago, a move they didn't regret. It seemed we had something in common. Our father never took any interest in us and Mom seldom talked about him. The same was true of Connie's mother.

It wasn't long before Connie and I became new best friends, which pleased us both immensely. And through our friendship she came to know Will. The three of us would hang out at lunch sometimes, or Will or I would spend time alone with her on different occasions.

Not long after meeting I began to notice Connie looking at me with something more than friendship in her eyes, but I wasn't sure what it meant. She would compliment me on my long red hair while running her fingers through it almost lovingly, but then she was also telling me that Will had a cute butt (as if I didn't know). I was confused. Did she want me. Will or both of us? Just when we had the rules all figured out along comes the exception!

I didn't know what or who Connie wanted but I was developing a strong attraction to her. She was a beautiful sexy girl. I hoped and wondered if she felt the same towards me. If she did, fine. But for Will it would mean breaking the conditions we had set up. I decided to be a little pro-active and try to sort things out before a family meeting became necessary or I started barking up a very wrong tree!

A few weeks after school started I arranged with Mom to get a ride home with her after work and miss the school bus so I could visit Connie's new house and horse barn. Her Father didn't get home until around 6 o'clock, the same time Mom would pick me up. I figured being alone with her for a couple of hours was enough time to test the waters. She was delighted to have me come over.

"Nice house!" I exclaimed. I was blown away as I entered her front door. It was all post and beam construction and brand new. The furnishings were exquisitely matched in style and color, the pictures breathtaking and the total ambience one of laid back western elegance. Melinda's father had good taste, even I could tell that in spite of my young years. After a tour of the kitchen, dining and living room areas she took me upstairs.

Connie's bedroom was as impressive as the rest of the house. Horse pictures and posters predominated on the walls but her bed and other furnishings were purely feminine and obviously put together by herself. She had a wonderful light colored natural wood dressing table with a large mirror and a nightstand with an attractive lamp beside her oversized single bed. It faced a big bay window that looked out onto their several acres of lush green pasture at the back of the house. Their new red horse barn was in full view. The headboard and all the furniture were finished in the same light natural wood style as her vanity. She had neatly laid out some of her private pictures and possessions on top of a small bookcase that was nestled beside her spacious closet. Both father and daughter it seemed were skilled interior designers.

"Your room is just so cool!" I gushed out. "And this BED! Wow!" I said bouncing on it a couple of times. It was big and plush and made you want to fall into the middle and sink slowly to sleep. Lace and taffeta adorned her coverlet and her pillows were all silky white and plump. I was green with envy, to match the delicate ivy color scheme that ran through her bed coverings. I fell back wanting to be embraced by its soft comfort.

As I lay there, my feet over the side of Connie's bed, I saw her looking at my legs. I was wearing a dark plaid skirt and white knee socks. The devil in me made me raise my skirt a few inches to show her my thighs and I saw her mouth open as she caught a glimpse of my white panties. I laughed up at her. "You're staring at my legs Connie." She immediately turned beet red.

"No -- no I'm not, I mean I'm sorry, you have really nice legs, that's all!" she stammered.

"Thank you. It's okay Connie," I reassured her. "I like your legs too. They're really sexy. Here," I said hiking my skirt up to my waist. "You can see all of them now!" I giggled. She laughed and covered her sweet little mouth with her hands.

"I can see your underwear Crissy!" she blushed.

"They're just panties. Show me your legs too," I said playfully. I saw her eyes staring into my crotch and I swear she licked her lips!

Connie had on a navy blue pleated skirt and a white cotton blouse. I wanted to see if she would raise that skirt and show me her legs. Instead, her eyes widened and a look of anxious hesitation appeared on her face. She seemed on the verge of making a decision, one she was having trouble with. I thought and hoped I knew what it was, so I decided to move things along a bit. I moved my hands along the insides of my thighs until they parted at the juncture of my legs. Apparently it was the signal Connie needed.

"Okay!" she giggled as a look of resolution came over her. She surprised me by reaching for and undoing the zip at the side of her skirt. Instead of raising it she took it off and let it fall to the floor! Then she kicked it away towards her closet and stood there in a pair of pale blue cotton panties that were partially covered by the tails of her blouse. She quickly swept them up and held them aside at her waist. "There, do you like them?" she asked me nervously. My heart was beating eight to the bar. Her legs were magnificent!

"You have great legs Connie," I told her staring down at a pair of smooth, tanned well-toned thighs and calves. I was also looking at the juncture between them, covered by her light blue panties. I could see a faint trace of her delicious little slit beneath and began to get seriously turned on. "Let's compare," I suggested, patting the place beside me, feeling both scared and excited. I'd never faced the possibility of embarrassing rejection before.

As Connie sat down next to me I began removing my knee socks and shoes then stood up to slide my skirt off as well. Connie removed her black patent leather shoes and white ankle socks as I rejoined her on the bed. Sitting side by side it was obvious that she took the sun much better than I. My tanned fair skin looked pale beside hers as I told her, brushing my thigh gently against hers to better highlight the contrast. She seemed to jump a little at the touch. My own juices were starting to flow but I was still afraid things might backfire.

We held both legs straight out in front of us while Melinda explained that she'd inherited her olive complexion and dark hair and eyes from her Spanish mother who was native to Andalusia in Spain. Constanza was her mother's name, although she preferred Connie. Spanish seemed very exotic to me coming as I did from my little world in Dashwood just outside small town Brookfield. We had traveled a lot as a family but I hadn't grown up in cosmopolitan Vancouver either. Despite these limitations, in other matters I knew myself to be more sophisticated than Connie so, scared or not, I decided to take the plunge.

"Do you ever touch yourself down there?" I asked Connie pointing between her legs.

Connie looked at me and blushed deeply as she lowered her eyes. "Yeah, it feels really neat. Do you?" I told her that I did and that I'd begun to have orgasms. Her eyes went big and round. "Really?" she gasped. "I've never had one, I think."

I tried to explain to her what they felt like, which of course is nearly impossible. "Maybe I can show you how to get one. But we'll have to take off our underpants," I said nervously, awaiting her reaction. I hoped I hadn't gone too far.

Connie relieved my worries by smiling. "Okay," she grinned and stood up. I followed her to my feet as we stood facing each other beside the bed.

"Let's get undressed, take off all our clothes," I suggested anxiously. "It'll be easier to show you that way."

Connie just smiled nervously and started undoing her blouse, much to my relief. I did the same, my fingers anxiously fumbling with my buttons. Connie finished first and threw her top over by her skirt. She was left in a small training bra and panties and looked glorious to me. I began to feel the moisture building between my legs as I quickly removed my top and singlet. Then as I watched eagerly, Connie unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"Nice boobs!" I said to her with a giggle. Connie indeed had beautiful little breast mounds capped by a pair of puffy dark nipples that had me drooling. I couldn't wait to get some of my own and I longed to kiss, fondle and caress the little treasures displayed in front of me.

They're real sensitive too," Connie said stroking a brown nipple gently and driving me wild. As she said this she looked me in the eye. "Now your underpants. I want to see all of you," she spoke quietly but with a newfound confidence. She had just let me know, in no uncertain terms, of her desire for me. I shivered inside at this realization.

We both slid our panties off at the same time and kicked them aside. Standing naked before each other I saw her staring at my little pink pussy just as I took in the sight of hers. It was lightly capped with a dusting of black pubic hair. Her swollen nether lips were in full view, not yet covered by pussy fur while her hips swelled in a very womanly way for someone 11 years old. To me at that moment Connie was the sexiest creature I'd ever seen.

I looked back into Connie's eyes. "Is this turning you on too?" I giggled a little at my boldness.

"Gosh yes!" Connie smiled. "Does this mean we're like, well, lesbians?"

"I don't think so," I answered her. "I still like boys. How about you?" I asked her.

"Me too," Connie replied.

"So we can't be lesbians can we?" I reasoned and we both laughed. I had succeeded in reassuring her that she need not question her sexual orientation regardless of anything she might feel towards me. It seems she needed this moral roadblock cleared away before we could continue together. To me it didn't matter. I was just hot for her and labels like `lesbian' were unimportant, but I was glad to see the concern leave her face.

Connie regrouped quickly. "Okay, so how do I have an orgasm?"

"Get up on the bed and I'll show you," I directed. I settled myself in at the head and arranged her pillows behind me as props. Connie sat facing me at the foot of her bed with her knees drawn up as I opened my legs wide to show her my damp little pussy. I spread my slit open for her with my left hand while I moistened the middle finger of my right in my mouth. "This is my clitoris," I showed her. "When you play with it you can make yourself come!"

We both giggled nervously as I lowered my finger down and began rubbing my clit using small circular strokes. Connie stared raptly at my busy hand. It wasn't long before that familiar tingle began in my pussy, echoed in my nipples and started growing into pre-orgasmic heat, firing up my entire nervous system. I gazed at Connie and found her hypnotized by my masturbation. I knew that feeling. Her dazed beauty drove my fantasy. My come was fast approaching but I needed more.

"Show me your pussy!" I whispered urgently. "I want to see it while I come, okay?"

Almost robotically Connie spread her knees apart and allowed me an unobstructed view of her precious fur trimmed treasure. I could see the smear of moisture on her pussy lips and the merest hint of her ruby red clit peeking out at the top of her slit.

Connie was very turned on. I could tell by her blank stare and the glistening dew gathering along her nether lips. The sight of her naked exposed cunt sent me beyond redemption as I shamelessly brought myself off in front of her. My fingers were now a blur as I masturbated to a force 8 orgasm, great but not a 10. I shivered and moaned with its power and fell back into Connie's pillows as its tremors and aftershocks slowly left my body. I lay spent and in peace for several moments.

When I finally opened my eyes I could see Connie frozen in place, looking across at me with amazement. "What happened to you? Was that an orgasm?" she asked me somewhat rhetorically. What else could it have been? Duh!

"Oh yeah, that was an orgasm," I said with my best Cheshire cat grin. "Do you want to have one too?"

"Does it hurt? You looked like you were in pain!" Connie laughed still feeling slightly awkward, I guessed.

"Of course not, silly! It feels just way too cool. It feels really, really good!" I reported with enthusiasm. "Come up here and lie beside me," I said patting the bed to my left. Connie scooted up and did as directed. "Do you want me to make you come?" I asked her, excitement adding a quiver to my voice. "I'll do it for you if you like, so next time you'll know how to do it properly," Connie just nodded her head beside me while her cute little mouth hung open with astonishment at the direction things had rapidly taken.

"First I want to touch your boobs," I said to her. Again, Connie just nodded. "And let's kiss too," I ventured boldly. In mute response Connie simply closed her eyes and brought her pouting red lips up to touch mine. The moment was here and the connection was magical. As I pressed my lips into hers my right hand stole up to play with her left breast and nipple.

Our lips quickly parted again and we looked up at each other in brief wonder. Our eyes, only inches apart, beheld a new reality. They closed again suddenly and our mouths met in an act of searing consummation. This time our lips parted and our tongues met in no man's land before I invaded her sweet mouth. Connie moaned as our kiss deepened and our tongues fought a playful but passionate war with each other. My hand continued to fondle and caress her hard little nipple and breast.

With a tender little mewing sound Connie took my hand from her small tittie and moved it between her legs. "Make me come too," she whispered into my lips. I simply could not refuse. My fingers felt her wet heat along her crease then plunged boldly between her pussy lips to bath themselves in her slippery wetness. "Yes!" she cried out as I began to stroke her hot juicy slit. As I made contact with her sensitive little clit I felt her shudder and almost pull away. "Don't stop!" she urged me.

I could feel Connie's whole body thrusting and contorting around my hand busy between her legs. Her breath was drawn in and out in deep ragged sobs into my neck as her excitement built. I was nearing my own orgasm. The passion of the moment was overwhelming me. I hadn't anticipated Connie becoming such a sexual firecracker and it was turning me on deeply. As I began to masturbate Connie's heaving pussy ever faster her orgasm broke as if she'd been suddenly shocked by a high voltage current. Her whole body arched and froze in place against me for several seconds as, for the first time, wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her in a wracking great climax. Then, rubbing my legs together, I made myself come along with her. This time it was force 10!

Connie and I cried and sobbed out our coming into each other's ear, hips grinding and arms wrapped tightly around each other. Our bodies rocked and swayed in erratic rhythms as our orgasms peaked and crested sending us into a state of awestruck bliss before we finally lay together trying desperately to catch our breath.

"What the hell was THAT!" Connie asked me in wide-eyed wonder as she pulled away from me slightly.

I laughed out loud. "THAT was the best orgasm I ever had!" I exclaimed.

We hugged each other fondly. With great warmth and love we reveled in our shared sexual experience. We paused to look into each other's eyes.

"This is fun," Connie said smiling warmly at me.

"It feels really good too. Not just the orgasm part but being together like this. Do you like it? You're not all creeped out or anything?" I asked her. I so hoped we could continue being lovers.

"Oh no Crissy! This feels so special! I was just so nervous. I mean," she paused. "You turned me on from the first time I saw you. I was scared you'd think I was weird or something and I didn't know how to tell you about it. I've never felt this way about a girl before." Connie said, then kissed me almost bashfully. "I mean I like boys and everything but I hope we can keep doing this!" She looked up at me expectantly.

"Always!" I exclaimed. Relief flooded through me. Connie was still my friend and I was ecstatic that she was now my lover too. " I liked you right away and wow, did you turn me on! Your body is way too hot. You are just SO sexy Connie, I could eat you all up!" She laughed gently as I nuzzled and licked at her smooth little neck. She ran her hand down my backside.

"I like yours too. You've got a nice ass!" she laughed and gave me a little slap. "And I love your hair," she said as she stroked it softly. "Such a nice red color. It really turns me on," she giggled. "And I love your pussy. Can I touch it?" She asked me.

"Yeah, and I'll touch yours, okay? Then we can kiss some more, too. You're a great kisser," I told her.

We drew together, then our lips pressed against each other as our hands found their way between each other's legs. Our fingers began gently to explore each other then started working away, slipping between our soft pussy lips rub our tender little clits. Connie's touch at first was light and delicate but as I rubbed her faster and more passionately she quickly followed suit. "Go inside! I want to feel your fingers inside me!" I urged her as my own began exploring her small pussy entrance. She had no hymen and two of my fingers slipped easily inside.

"Yes, oh yes! Gosh, keep going!" Connie panted into my mouth as my busy fingers fucked her tight little cunt. Two of her fingers were also inside me, pumping rapidly in and out of my burning pussy, matching the rhythm of my own fingers inside her. As our lips and bodies remained glued together we frigged each other into another overwhelming orgasm.

We held each other tightly and basked in the wonderful afterglow of our mutual climax. Slowly we came back down to earth, broke apart and looked into each other's eyes again, then glanced at Connie's bedside clock. We had only an hour before her father and my mom would arrive. We had a quick little shower together, careful to keep our hair dry, then dressed to greet the adults.

Life had taken yet another fascinating turn. Connie became part of our adventure.