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Subject: {ASSM} *NEW* Leigh 01 by Joshua Gordon (MF, cons, teen)
Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 22:10:03 -0500
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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.

(C) Copyright 2001 by Joshua Gordon. Feel free to distribute this story to 
any non-commercial forum with the author's name and disclaimer unaltered. 
Other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the author's express 
permission.

Please feel free to e-mail me at joshuagordon78@hotmail.com with any 
questions, suggestions, or comments.

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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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Please send feedback! I'd love to hear your opinions or suggestions as I 
work on future stories. joshuagordon78@hotmail.com
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