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Author: Alessia Gerini
Title: Beach Encounter
Summary: Two fifteen-year-old girls meet on school vacation and fall in
love. A first time story.
Keywords: ff, 1st, rom
Revision: 2
Date Revised: 06 December 2002
This story is involves things sexual between girls:
Children at varying ages are allowed to watch sex on TV
Or go see sexy Hollywood movies
Girls (in my country) may legally have full sex at 16 with boys or girls.
But, if you are in the USA you most definitely can't read about it until you
are 21 years of age in most jurisdictions.
So if you're too young don't read this, if you do you'll go blind (or
something).
If you're an adult and shouldn't or don't like reading about sex, why are
you sill here?
As I hold the copyright I hold the right to allow this to be posted
elsewhere so if you want to, ask me at Alessia @37.com but totally free
websites will be permitted to post it - I just want to know where; fair
enuf? ASSTR and Nifty are welcome to post the story on their sites.
All of my stories are archived at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www / Any
comments are appreciated at Alessia @37.com - they are my motivation for
writing for your pleasure - the good, bad, ugly, whatever; I read and reply
to them all. Oh, you can comment in my guest book too :-)
@>--'--,--
Original version "Firsts for Two" by Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2000
This is a major revision by Alessia Gerini and PeeJ (c) 2002
Any spelling, grammatical or any other errors are PeeJ's, not mine. Don't
blame me, blame him. You can contact him at . . . oh, well, never mind!
{ff, first, rom, true}
POV: Amy, 1st person, past tense.
Beach Encounter
ONE
One day I spotted a girl of about fifteen, my own age, jogging along the
white sandy beach. At this short distance I could see she had an angelic
face and a nice body, and I wondered who she was.
I hung about on the beach kicking up the sand as I watched the figure
jogging away from me. I wondered if the she would return. The silver gulls
squawked and squabbled overhead as I paddled my feet in the shallow water
and retreated as little waves threatened to wet me. The water was quite
cold. I kept glancing in the direction the girl had gone and then noticed
that someone was coming back along the beach. I kept my eyes on the
approaching figure until it became apparent that it was her.
As she drew closer she gave me a smile of recognition that I quickly
returned. She called out in a cheerful but deep well-modulated voice, "Hi,
you new around here? "
I smiled and replied in a similarly cheery voice, "Yeah, I'm new here."
The girl evidently detected my North American accent straight off. "Well,
you're a long way from home, aren't you?" she enquired.
"Right again. You Aussies are quick," I quipped and grinned back.
Laughing she said, "Yeah, we are. Mind if I crash here for a bit?"
"Sure. Are you on a vacation or do you live close-by?"
"I'm on school holidays and I live only a couple of blocks away. How about
you?"
"Me too; I've just moved in - two houses down there. We've come here from
Vancouver, Canada for a year or so." I pointed to our really nice one-story
cottage, one typical of the beachfront area. It had four bedrooms, a living
room, a family room, two bathrooms, etc. of a good size that seemed almost
standard from those I'd seen.
I had moved to Shoalwater Bay a few weeks previously, and after helping my
mom and dad unpack all the boxes and arrange the furniture, I had wandered
down to the nearby beach. Not having any friends in my newfound
surroundings, I was a little apprehensive about the immediate future, and
how I would get on in Australia. On meeting Alessia things were stating to
look much better.
"Oh, right, you're not a Yank then," she laughed and continued, "I hope you
like it here. You're really handy to the beach. Do you run or swim much?"
"Sure, both. By the way, my name's Amy."
"And mine's Alessia. Good to meet you."
We were now sitting on the warm dry sand staring out across the calm stretch
of sea to Penguin Island where fairy penguins nest. The light easterly
breeze at our back occasionally blowing our hair over our faces kept us cool
as we chatted to each other. I noticed Alessia looking me over, just as I
was doing my own checking out. Alessia was a bit taller than me at about
five-foot-seven I guessed and had a fuller figure but was really trim and
athletic. Her shoulder-length hair was a reddish brown that looked great
against her slight mid-winter tan. I have long brown hair and then stood
five-foot-six inches tall. My skin was milky white but it brought out the
colour of my big blue eyes.
Alessia and I had hit it off on sight. It was the beginning of the
mid-year, winter school holidays and it was one of those sunny, warm winter
days Shoalwater Bay oftentimes has in July, ones I was to enjoy for about
two-and-a-half years as it turned out.
I remember that fondly. I had met a girl who was to be in my class at the
local school. She was fit and intelligent too, and, just like me, one of
the tops of her class. She was probably a nerd by North American standards
not into drugs or anything like that. But she was very friendly; indeed, I
found her to be beautiful, natural and feminine.
By the end of our chat on that first day Alessia had invited me to go over
to listen to music at her home.
"Come on over to my place and I'll ask if it's okay. You can meet my mom
'n' dad, too," I said.
We went and met my mom, and after her being charmed by Alessia and checking
with Alessia 's mom, I went over to her house that evening. I took care not
overdress but didn't want to be too casual either. After going through my
wardrobe several times I chose sneakers, jeans and a nice blouse. I topped
that off with a denim jacket and pale dusty-pink lipstick to match my
blouse, and pretty underwear that for some inexplicable reason I had felt
compelled to wear. I really did want to favourably impress Alessia and her
folks.
TWO
Looking back on it, that evening was lovely. Alessia and her folks were so
friendly. We played our favourite CDs in Alessia 's bedroom, talked heaps
about Canada and Australia. About all sorts of interesting stuff we both
liked.
After that we started jogging and hanging out a lot together, like going to
the movies and things like that. That way I met quite a few of the local
kids who Alessia knew.
Some time later, after going home to Canada, I fondly remembered those
holidays, swimming in the backyard pool at Alessia 's, lying in the warm sun
on the good days. Alessia, and even her mother, hardly ever wore a top when
swimming in their pool but covered themselves with a towel as soon as they
got out. At first, I couldn't bring myself to take mine off. A trauma I'd
been through might have put me off, I don't know. It might have been my
upbringing -- that's the most likely explanation.
At first, I thought they were a bit weird, lovely, but eccentric. After a
couple of weeks, though, I was taking the semi-nudity for granted. Come to
think of it, I decided I liked it. To me it was naughty but nice to be able
to just look at my friend like that without having shame or guilt hanging
over me. Alessia 's mom too, had given me no reason to feel uncomfortable,
and I liked her very much.
Adriana, Alessia 's mom, was very pleasant and natural with me. Neither of
them suggested that I should follow their lead and go topless for a swim.
Alessia had introduced me to her friends at school who teased me about my
accent, but mostly they had accepted me without any real problems. My
basketball prowess had especially impressed everybody interested in the
game, and I quickly became one of the starting five in the under-sixteen
school team. Alessia wasn't all that good at basketball but loved playing
the game and as the second tallest girl in the team, she got some court time
too.
Anyway I digress; at the time I mused about just how close the two of us had
become in the five weeks since we met. I missed my B.C. friends and
Vancouver, but in so many ways meeting Alessia had softened that wrench. I
had come to Australia to avoid splitting up the family, not just because my
father had been offered a good job here.
One of my uncles had raped me, but he had been caught by my mom after I had
wriggled free of the hand which he had gagged me with, and I had screamed
blue murder. I had hated his raping me more than anything else I could
remember. He had actually taken my virginity from me. I hated him so much it
hurt.
The family had not wanted the police and courts involved, so when the
company's Australian job and been offered around, my dad had taken it. That
sleaze of an uncle got off, and I was pissed off with the lot of them. If
my folks believed me then I thought they should have dragged him through the
courts. I didn't hate them for not taking it further, I understood why but
couldn't agree. At least he got a good hiding from my dad and uncles.
THREE
After a few weeks at school we were really tight buddies and did everything
together, studied, played, flirted with boys - just everything; we were best
friends. I was crazy about her and loved being with her.
One Saturday Alessia invited me over for the day, not for the first time. I
was excited when Alessia told me her folks would not be there for much of
the time. To have her all to myself for a whole day sounded fabulous to me.
I agreed of course, and turned up at eight-thirty in the morning to find
that Alessia 's dad was working up town in the city, and that Alessia 's mom
was going to town to do some shopping, and then they were to meet friends at
the airport, then go to a restaurant. They wouldn't be back until very
late. We knew they were not going to be around until way after midnight.
When I arrived that morning, Alessia 's mum, dressed in a wrap-around
sarong, let me in and called Alessia. Alessia just walked out of the
bathroom totally nude, in full view of the kitchen where I had been taken.
She called out, "Come down here to my bedroom, Amy."
She turned, towel in hand, winding it around her head and beckoned me. It
was done so naturally, but being unused to such open nudity, I didn't know
whether to be embarrassed, look away, or quite what, so I just stood there
watching that gorgeous body until it disappeared though the doorway to her
bedroom. My family was not prudish, but they were not so openly naked
around our house. It was only in the bathroom that nudity was commonplace,
and not that abnormal within my family but not elsewhere in our house.
Adriana told me to go on down to Alessia 's room. Not knowing what else to
do, I did as suggested and found Alessia standing by her dressing table in
just a pair of black Rio bikini panties with the towel still around her
head.
Alessia was going through a small pile of CD's, looking for what she said
was her favourite band, 'The Sweet Blue Midnight's', a Western Australian
Jazz/Blues group. My eyes could not tear themselves off Alessia, and that
was not like me at all. Yet I was drawn by her sensuality. I had been
taught not to stare, but she was as totally unconcerned by her nudity as her
mom had seemed to be.
My guilty feelings at staring eased considerably even though I knew she had
noticed it. Somehow Alessia 's offhanded manner relieved my embarrassment -
if that's what it was, but I felt something different, something intangible.
Something new, something disturbing: I was having odd feelings for my
friend.
I had been right in my assessment of her height, but Alessia 's breasts at
thirty-six C were much fuller than my own perky, upturned thirty-four Bs,
but I was still filling out. In fact, Alessia 's figure was just about
perfect in my eyes. She was gorgeous! I found it exciting seeing her nude
in her bedroom. Only her and me -- I thought she was sexy -- but I was
getting feelings other girls say they got about boys. I couldn't deny it --
it was a strong feeling, but Alessia was definitely not a boy! Ever since my
uncle had half raped me I'd really gone off boys a lot. It worried me that
I had boy-type feelings for Alessia. Indeed, it terrified me! It was
supposed to be wrong! What would she do or say if she found me out?
Alessia found the CD she wanted, put it in the player, turned it on,
adjusted the volume, and turning to me, said, "See if you like this. It's
new." Then she said when she saw me looking, "Oh, I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you, we are naturists here, and even though we only met a few
weeks ago, I feel like I've known you forever. I did tell you didn't I?"
"Yes, you did but in all these weeks I've only seen you in the change-room
at school. Not so close like this."
I tried to act naturally, but it was disturbing. I wanted to touch her, to
feel her skin. But I couldn't do that . . . not only would it have been
wrong, Alessia might have totally freaked out -- then what?
"And you are embarrassed? You've seen me by the pool, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I have too. You really have a great body and gorgeous boobs. Do you
mind me saying that?" God, what did I hear myself say? That wasn't me -- it
was the naughty little girl imp who sits on my shoulder telling me to do or
say dumb, stupid things -- tell her to shut her face!
"No, I like it. And I bet your boobs are fabulous too."
"Not like those," said that little imp girl on my shoulder -- although the
words came from my mouth. I blushed excitedly; I'd said something dumb
again. My eyes were drawn to her body once again. I kept sneaking looks at
her boobs and not just checking sizes with mine. It was those, amongst other
things, my conscious mind refused to acknowledge, that I wanted to feel.
I knew it was wrong the way I felt. She was my best friend, nothing more.
What would she think of me if she thought I wanted -- wanted what? My mind
refused to even put into silent words my sub-conscious thoughts. My
emotions for her scared me; thoroughly petrified me. That little bitch on
my shoulder knew what was way deep at the back of my mind, but for once that
day I kept her lewd mouth shut.
FOUR
From the bedroom I looked out over the pool to see Adriana, Alessia 's mom,
come through the door from her bedroom and dive into the pool -- stark
naked! I watched fascinated my imp not allowing my eyes to look away.
Adriana had such a beautiful, slight body, firm with perky upturned boobs
and upward pointing nipples; even her pussy was bikini shaved in a triangle,
and she was in her mid-thirties and had hardly any boob droop. I watched
her swim around for a few minutes. Wow, my mom's good looking, but Adriana
was 'drop dead' gorgeous for a mom of a fifteen-year-old.
Alessia joined me at the window wearing only her Rio bikini panties, "She is
lovely, huh?" Alessia put her arm around my shoulder saying, "Let's join
her. It's a gorgeous sunny day."
I immediately became very aware of Alessia 's smooth, cool arm and hand
touching me; it felt good, very good. "But I didn't bring my bikini," I
said, wondering if I really could get naked in front of these two.
Just as if Alessia had read my thoughts she said, "C'mon, I dare you. Come
in without them."
That little girl on my shoulder suddenly blurted out through my mouth, "Oh,
heck, why not. You're on!" I felt a quiver of trepidation and a really odd
excitement start deep within me. I had now committed myself, but only to
let Alessia and maybe Adriana see me, nothing else.
Alessia grabbed the body lotion that included sun block, and was waiting for
me by the door just as her mom got out, who grabbed her towel and started
drying herself. Rather tentatively I took off my shirt and skirt while
Alessia urged me to hurry, although what the rush was for, I had no idea.
To undress like this was like doing a striptease for Alessia; it felt so
strange, but it also felt sensual. For the little tart on my shoulder the
whole scene was erotic and naughty. Beneath everything I was enjoying it,
albeit, with my upbringing and background I knew it would be considered
wrong, and I didn't doubt it. It was also very challenging for me; I was so
timid and anxious, but my mind and body were responding to this weird
behaviour I had started.
Alessia was watching me but apparently thought nothing of it at all, but for
me the modesty I had been taught and knew as the norm, made this an
anathema. Well perhaps that was too strong but definitely not the done
thing. Such intimacy was very new to me and I was trembling; no, it wasn't
fear anymore; not anything I understood; but I felt aroused. No, not that,
well yes damn it, it was, but why aroused? The warming, fuzzy feeling at
the pit of my stomach was unmistakable, and my nipples were hardening
embarrassingly. The little tart on my shoulder was now making inroads into
my conscious mind.
"Damn it Alessia, its cold."
"Nah, it's not. Its sunny and warm here." Alessia replied turning to look
straight at me.
"Oh, I see why you think so," said Alessia grinning. "You look fabulous
like that, WOW! Very sexy." she teased, but I consciously sensed very
tangibly something I had not felt about her before. I couldn't put words to
it. Though I was now as sure as I could be of my attraction to her, but was
she feeling like I did? I had no idea. I then realised maybe it was not
the first time I had felt attracted to a girl either, but never to one who
had become like a sister, and not with someone I had got to know so
intimately. I had simply dismissed the feelings before as aberrant - awful
nightmarish fantasies, but was what I felt awful? The little tart said,
"No."
Adriana calling to Alessia broke the awkward moment. "I've left some bread,
salad and cold chicken for your lunch, but you could get a pizza for dinner
tonight or there's braised steak and veggies you could nuke in the
microwave?"
"Um, can Amy stay over?" yelled Alessia.
"Yes, sure, there's plenty."
"Well, would you please ring her mum to ask if it's okay?" called Alessia
"Okay," came the reply. After a quick phone conversation Adriana called
out, "That's fine girls; behave yourselves. I've got my mobile phone if you
need anything. I'll leave some money for a pizza!" Adriana laughed.
Alessia called "Wait a sec," and ran down to hug and peck her mom good-bye
on the cheek to thank her.
FIVE
We were to be alone for the whole day and evening. And now all night! We
went out poolside and I quickly dived in wearing only my panties: I had
decided I could not go in completely naked.
Alessia after slipping off her Rio's, had a quick swim, and then lay on one
of the poolside lounges, this time stark naked.
I swam a bit longer then sat next to Alessia, drying myself holding my towel
around me. I looked at Alessia lying there with her eyes shut, completely
uncovered. I noticed that Alessia shaved her bikini line. It was not much
more than a one-inch strip that finished just before disappearing between
her legs. I wondered if she shaved right underneath.
Then I too lay back on my lounge pushed up next to Alessia 's. I slipped
the towel down my body and lay half naked next to her.
I felt impish, free, fresh and sexy.
Alessia pushed herself up on an elbow and saw me with only the towel
covering me from the waist down to mid thigh. She didn't make a big drama
out of it, but a smile decorated her face. She said, "You feel comfy like
that? She continued, "Good, 'cause you look great. Beaut' boobs and a
great bod' - you'll pull 'em in, honey."
Before I collected my brain's numbed thoughts she asked me to rub some
lotion on her back. In a sort of daze I remembered the rush that hit me as
I smoothed the lotion on her soft, muscled back. I felt flushed and hot and
that tingling in my lower tummy returned. I was glad Alessia was face down
and her head sideways with her eyes closed, where she couldn't see me
blushing. My little imp was in her element.
Alessia told me later that she too went all 'funny', but loved my hands on
her so much she didn't want me to stop.
Alessia rolled over and sat up to put the lotion on her legs and front. Her
nipples were proudly erect and looking at herself she quipped, "Yep, it is
cold isn't it." Not that she needed to look; I could tell her breasts were
telling her in no uncertain terms that she was aroused by my touch. It was
the first time I had seen her even close to being embarrassed. I thought it
was so spine-tingling that I could do that to my friend but also really
weird. I didn't know what to think of it so to my tart's disgust I changed
the subject.
"Yeah, I told you that a while ago. What about me? It's okay if I get
burned, is it?" I scolded her light-heartedly.
"Okay, okay, where do you want it?"
"On my back, of course, where else?"
"Just asking," said Alessia with a smile, "Roll over then."
Alessia had been lying face up bearing all to anybody who looked, but it was
only me that could have seen her. I did, of course, look at her much to my
tart's delight - I imagined her sitting there grinning, but of course she
was the devilish imp in my mind taking me over. And I was weakening to her.
I said, "Can't someone walk in the front door?"
"Nope, it's dead bolted; can't get around the sides of the house either. We
have fixed this area so nobody can see or get in."
Alessia squirted the lotion on and took ages to cover my back massaging it
in. I remember I found that massage so erotic that I pretended I had gone to
sleep. My nipples were so hard and my panties so wet after that - but not
from the pool. My body had felt the 'electricity' of Alessia 's palms on me
and they had sent my mind reeling in a way I loved but did not yet fully
grasp. I did understand that I loved it and her.
I wondered further about my feelings for Alessia. They were more than the
love of one's best friend. This was a different kind of love. It must be
like I knew her mom and dad were in love, but Alessia was a girl - there was
no escaping that fact! Could I be 'in love' with my best friend? Could
this be? Not me. No, not me; I'm not like that. It's wrong no matter how
it's put, but I did love Alessia, I knew it and I still wanted to touch her.
I was scared of this. What if Alessia freaked out? What then, oh god
what would she do? Dump on me for sure, she'd kick me out, maybe tell
everyone at school. To just tell her might be disastrous, but damn it, I
did love her and I wanted to show her how much, but I just didn't how.
I contemplated my dilemma, my feelings muddled. I tried to deny what by now
I knew had to be true. The devil on my shoulder urged me to follow my
instincts, not social conventions. A great help she was NOT!
In the meanwhile we both lay in silence for ages. I didn't know what to
say. Eventually she offered me a cool drink that I immediately accepted.
When she'd gone inside, I finished putting the lotion on my front and had
just finished and covered my rock-hard nipples with the towel as Alessia
reappeared with two glasses of juice.
"Have you tried this? It's orange and mango."
"No, I haven't," I said,
"It's great, especially with Cointreau and ice. It's popular with my
parent's friends at our cocktail parties."
"You mean like when my folks came over last Saturday night?" I said
smiling.
"Yeah, they seemed to enjoy themselves," said Alessia, and she continued, "I
was handing out drinks and hor d'oeuves. I love those parties; I get to
wear a real sexy dress. I'll show you later. I might even let you try it
on."
"That sounds real cool. I'd love that," I said enthusiastically.
Alessia smiled and finished her drink and went inside and changed the radio
station to get the week's 'Top 40'.
"Hey, Amy, have you ever seen Playboy or some of those kinds of magazine -
and read the hot stories they have?"
Embarrassed, I stuttered, "Well, um . . . er, I . . . but, yeah. I found a
pile in the folk's bedroom when we were back home. I read some, why?"
In hindsight, I guessed that Alessia had decided to see just how I would
react to sexy stuff. She probably wanted to see if I felt like she did. I
think she too felt confused, nervous and unsettled, but not like I was, but
of course, I'm guessing. Reflecting on it later, I am sure Alessia had
started looking for opportunities to test me.
Rather coy, Alessia said, "I found some here too; I read them. Do you wanna
have a look? I think I do." she had a little grin on her face and
continued, "C'mon, nobody will catch us."
I grinned back at Alessia, thinking about how I fantasised and masturbated
to quite intense orgasms after reading some of the stories and looking at
the girls.
"Um . . . okay, if you want to."
"Only if you do too," said Alessia, "I've already said I'd like to."
Feeling naughty I said, "Okay then. Thanks."
Alessia went inside, coming back out a couple of minutes later with several
copies of Playboy. She handed one to me. I knew it had a girly story in it
as I had seen it before, and guessed Alessia had to. I said nothing,
wanting to re-read it anyway. This one was about a sixteen-year-old girl
babysitter who seduces the mother of a young teenager, and an
eleven-year-old she had already seduced.
Alessia opened one and idly flicked through it admiring the girls, glancing
at me, no doubt watching me for any reaction. She glanced again as I
studied the magazine saying nothing except a few "Oh, my god's." The tension
in me grew. I was feeling hornier and hornier, especially as Alessia 's
nipples had been somewhat erect for a while. Could it be that Alessia was
also horny; it seemed she was? But I could not know if I was influencing
her: my naughty Imp said it was me, however, there might have been many
other reasons I figured. Why was I even contemplating these things? I tried
to block Imp from my mind.
After half an hour or so I closed the magazine and blurted out, "Phew, hot.
Can I have another drink Ale, maybe with some of that Cointreau you said
they liked?"
"Yeah, you naughty girl. Anything good in that one? You took your time
reading it."
Alessia got up to get the drinks, "I'm gonna have one too."
I said with a hint, "Yeah, there was one story I liked. About a
babysitter." Imp was delighted by it and pressed me to be more forward, I
held her in check, just!
We had both sampled our parents' alcoholic drinks before, and had confided
in each other earlier about this. Alessia poured out a good two fingers in
each glass with a couple of big ice cubes, topping them with the juice from
the fridge. Alessia carried them back to her bedroom doorway overlooking
the pool. I guessed my panties were wet in my groin, in fact, I knew they
were, I could feel it. Feeling embarrassed I decided to dive in the pool to
cover my damp patch.
"Come into my room. That's too much sun for you; you'll get sunburn, "
chirped Alessia, just as I hit the water and coming up at the other end of
the pool. My panties' elastic couldn't keep them up, leaving them down
below my knees and left me not knowing whether to try to pull them up or to
remove them entirely.
Alessia laughed as I got out of the pool struggling to pull them up. "Leave
them off now, silly. I'll find a dry pair for you. C'mon inside."
"Damn it," I thought to myself, but I held the wet panties in front of
myself, covering my discomfort, and to save my embarrassment, ran around the
pool to Alessia 's room.
Alessia had gone to the shower to wash off the pool chemicals, stepping out
as I entered. "I'll blow dry my hair while you wash yours," said Alessia; I
obliged.
When I had towel dried my hair, Alessia handed me my drink and took my wet
panties.
"I'll put these in the dryer. Hey, do you want to try on my hostess dress
now?"
"Like this? Nude?"
"Sure, why not? You can't wear a bra under it anyway, it's built in."
retorted Alessia grinning widely. We both drank a good swallow of our
drinks.
"Um . . . aaah, yeah, okay."
I was excited; Alessia got what she called her hostess dress off its hanger.
It was getting a bit small for her, Alessia had said, but it would be a
little big for me but not by much she said. It looked fabulous with its
skirt's slits that looked very long, a low back and open front. My pulse
throbbed faster as I looked at it. Imp was besotted and soon had my nipples
standing proudly.
I sensed Alessia 's eyes roaming over my body; I quivered in embarrassment
but I was kind of proud that she found me good to look at. Imp was thrilled
but I'm sure then I was probably wishful thinking. Now I'm not so sure. In
any case Alessia spread out the dress leaving the waist open for me to step
into, "Okay, stand in here and pull it up; I'll do up the zipper and the
hook and eye for you."
I put my right leg through the waist and then followed it with my left leg.
I then stood up carefully holding my balance leaning my hand on Alessia 's
shoulder. It was lovely. The dress I figured would fit quite well. My boobs
filled the inbuilt cups that made me feel really wicked. Imp was truly over
the moon and she was exhilarating me. I stood there holding the dress
against my front with one hand grinning at Alessia.
"Now a toast to the sexiest looking fifteen-year-old spunkiest chick in the
world," said a giggling Alessia, clinking her glass on mine, and taking a
good swig of her drink; I followed suit spurred by my impish mindset that
had my conscious mind reeling in defeat.
"Aah . . . ," we both exclaimed!
"God, Amy, you'll look fabulous when it's on properly. Put on the shoes I
wear, they'll fit nicely."
Alessia got down on her knees and found the shoes for me, and again holding
her bare shoulder for balance feeling her muscles moving beneath my hand;
her cool skin soft. With butterflies in my stomach from her touch I slipped
my feet in. My slim legs slipped out through the slits up the sides of the
full-length skirt, which, to me, looked great.
The sleeveless dress was open from the collar down to its waist with a gap
of an inch or so at the front. The zipper started well over halfway down the
back and its back had a much wider gap exposing my back. It was going to be
obvious I wore no bra when the collar and zipper were fixed. My Imp was
beside herself in feeling so sensuous although then I didn't recognise that
feeling as such.
Alessia stood up slightly to my left, her bare beasts nearly touching me.
Her gorgeous face not more the six inches from mine. I turned from the
mirror towards her. She had gripped my waist for balance as I raised my
arms up to hold the collar. Our eyes met and we held eye contact for longer
than warranted in normal circumstances. I melted as she transfixed me, her
face in my personal space. I thought she was about to kiss me. My knees
felt weak under me. My heart beat a little faster. Imp had me throw my years
of up bringing into the garbage can. Her hazel eyes had explored mine,
searching for I know not what and then looked down. Her long lashes curled
up beautifully, her cheeks had flushed a little, and with my heart
fluttering I asked myself had she lost her cool?
I had looked at her rather full lips: they looked delicious. My imp had
told me to lean closer and kiss her. But I couldn't bring myself to
actually do it: I was so tense, almost petrified but excited in a way
incomprehensible to me. I looked at her lips again. Oh, god, they were
parted slightly and full, and pink, and just a little shiny with dampness.
Her breath seemed to cover my face with a delicate film of sensuousness.
Did I want to kiss her? Did I? Imp did!
Before I could answer my thoughts she spoke softly, "Amy, turn around and
I'll see that it's on properly."
I watched her luxuriant mouth move as her sweet breath wafted across my
face. My knees weakened more and trembled as I dragged my eyes from her
mouth as I turned away from her. Then her fingers touched me as she fiddled
with the collar followed by the zip. She was trembling; I had distinctly
felt her hands shake. Even her breathing had become uneven and faster; I
was absolutely certain of it.
"It's on properly, no problems, nice and straight and you fill it like it
was made for you. You look fantastic Amy," she breathed over the back of my
neck.
She was so close but seemed a mile away; but I could sense her presence. I
could smell her, hear her breathe, her aroma was in her room pervading
everything. It filled me, it thrilled me; it kept me spellbound. I smoothed
the dress down my front and was surprised to find my boobs filled the cups
nicely. My hands felt really good as they swept over them. Alessia moved her
hands over my hips smoothing the dress over them; it tingled as she went. I
froze and was completely under her magical charm. Her breath swept around
my neck carrying me to an unworldly place where I'd never been but a world I
loved as she said, "Okay, now take a walk but take care in those shoes,
you'll wobble," and giggled.
Did I still want to kiss her? I didn't get to fully think about it as I
concentrated and she guided me towards the door. My heart pounded in my
chest as I walked out heading down the passageway, wobbling on the high
heels, carrying my drink. Alessia followed, ready to catch me if I fell. I
headed for the full-length mirror I'd seen near the front door.
Alessia caught up with me and held my hips telling me to take slow, shorter
steps and not sway my hips so much. Oh, my god, she was touching my hips
again, it was wonderful.
Alessia said, "Come back to my room, Amy, I'll do your hair and put a bit of
makeup on you."
"But I wanna see me!"
"I've a full length mirror in my bedroom. You'll sprain an ankle if you
fall."
"Oh, all right," I said taking the last of my drink. My hands had become
sweaty. I was in heaven on earth. My imp had come back and sensitised my
body. Alessia 's hands were like magic on me but stirring the pit of my
stomach and my nipples rigid, stimulated by the cloth moving over them.
Alessia had finished her drink too. "Another drink Amy? I'll risk my folks
catching me."
The spell partly broken I replied, "Yeah, okay. It's good stuff that."
"Okay, stay there. It'll only take a second."
"Right. I'm not planning on leaving just yet," I laughed.
I stood still and watched her go. Her almost naked body moved gracefully
through the doorway and disappeared for a minute or so. She then reappeared
carrying our drinks handing me mine. Her cheeks still pink, her breasts full
with her nipples extended proud and hard. But she did seem calm and relaxed
until she looked at me and then her eyes seemed to smoulder. The look she
had in those eyes made me feel strangely warm inside.
I was both feeling good and uninhibited as the Cointreau took effect. I then
realised that Alessia seemed almost normal and that she was, at least in my
company, quite naturally unrestrained though her tenseness did show when we
were so very close in her bedroom. I wondered how she felt. Was she feeling
as I was? And anyway, what was it that I had felt then? I was not at all
sure. It all felt surreal but so wonderful. I had felt light headed, as if
floating on a cloud. My Imp behind all this niggled at me, 'you love her
more than anything.' somehow I knew Imp was right.
SIX
Alessia then guided me back down to her bedroom.
"Okay, stand here."
"Okay."
As we chatted about the music, using her dryer Alessia dried my hair. She
brushed it dry and silky smooth. She pulled a ponytail up and slipped a
loop of my hair through a pretty silk scrunchie, setting my hair high on my
head. Then she put on a touch of eye shadow to match the dress's deep
purple, finishing off with eyeliner pencil and a pail and slightly mauve
lipstick.
We both sipped on our drinks while she was busy fussing with me. Alessia
touching me had made me feel wonderful and close to her. The hot fuzzy
feelings I had for her had strengthened further, and I just wanted to hold
her. Alessia 's attention had stirred in me what seemed to me to be a love
I couldn't have possibly imagined for anybody, especially my best friend.
Weird I thought, but was it really? Imp on my shoulder said it was great and
that being touched by Alessia was just fine and so were my feelings for my
friend. As Imp hadn't been wrong all day I now started to trust her.
For most of this time Alessia was standing in front of me, wearing just the
Rio's that she had slipped on when giving me a dry pair of old panties. By
the time she had finished fixing me up, I was almost mesmerised by her firm
breasts swaying so close to me. I was wet again, and I caught Alessia 's
delectable aroma wafting through the air. I was aroused. Alessia pulled
the sliding wardrobe door across and moved behind me. I gasped at my image
in the mirror. Even if I said so myself I looked twenty years old and fit
to kill.
I walked slowly from side to side, my slim but well-shaped legs showing way
above mid-thigh. My slightly puffy areolas had shrunk, but my nipples were
bursting erect, throbbing unmercifully and were now sending unmistakable
signals to my pussy that I was no longer able to ignore. I swayed and bent
over to see if my creamy boobs could be seen through that long, but not that
wide vee-shaped open front. On a few occasions I could see all but my
nipples. Now I found this sight exciting whereas before this morning I
would have been horrified. The soft cloth on my breasts felt great against
my skin. My areolas and nipples rubbed on the cloth stimulating them and me
further.
"Oh, god, it's so sexy," I exclaimed excitedly, laughing nervously with
Alessia trying not to notice the arousal that I could see was plainly
written on my flushed face reflected in the mirror. I did notice that she
was bit more flushed also. Had she seen my boobs inside the dress?
I find seeing illicit things thrilling, especially sexy things. The lure of
the forbidden for a teenager, an adventurous teen, is almost irresistible. I
found seeing most of my boobs through the front of the dress exciting and
although they were my own boobs I saw in the reflection I knew Alessia might
have seem them: It was her that gave me the buzz I felt. Of course I didn't
know if Alessia saw anything, but it did make me wonder whether seeing the
same sorts of illicit things also thrilled her. I hoped so!
After more than just a few minutes I came down a little and Alessia said
that I needed to be careful with the dress, and so perhaps that was enough,
as she had another 'little dress' to try if I wanted to.
"Oh, do I have to?"
"Yes, please," insisted Alessia. "I can't risk this one getting damaged.
I'll help you take it off," Alessia said, moving behind me again as she took
a last look in the mirror.
"Okay, take it off, honey." Alessia rested her hands on my neck while
undoing the hooks on the choker; I could feel she was trembling again. I
stiffened at her touch, while she managed to run the back of her hand down
my spine. Then lower, and holding the zipper tag and seemingly ensuring her
hand stayed in contact with my back, she gently pressed the back of her
fingers onto my spine and slowly pulled it down. My back had arched
involuntarily and I nearly screamed in delirium at the feeling of sexual
electricity generated within me, but I didn't realise what I was
experiencing. But I did know it was breathtaking and that it was caused by
Alessia 's hand.
My eyes were closed, while goose bumps sent shivers all through me. I
shrugged off the dress and let it fall and stood there nude knowing Alessia
would be able to see me in the mirror. I no longer worried about her seeing
me. In hindsight I think I wanted her to look at me although I was really
nervous about exposing myself to her. I felt oddly thrilled by my nudity.
Then as Alessia put her hands on my hips, she very softly brushed her lips
back and forth over my bare neck breathing over me. Imp whispered to me,
"Excellent girl, you're doing well!" I melted once again.
As I slipped off the shoes, kicking them into the wardrobe, I sighed deeply,
"Oh, Alessia, I love you," involuntarily voicing my thoughts. It was no
more than softly whispered.
Alessia snapped out of her dream, stammering, "G . . . god, Amy I . . . I'm
sorry . . . I . . . didn't mean to upset . . . y . . ." Then I think my
words hit her.
She looked wide-eyed into the mirror - a frightened look. My eyes looked
intently back at her, my eyes a little glazed, "Oh, Amy, please . . .?" her
voice railing off as I closed my eyes sexily.
Alessia whispered, "Love me? Oh, Amy, I love you too."
"Oh, god, Ale . . . yes, yes, god, I thought I would die if you had . . .
freaked out. I do love you . . . " my voice trailing off. I had now said
it to her, my love, and she's said she loves me.
Alessia 's eyes softened to a dreamy look and she smiled at me. I returned
her smile somewhat sheepishly. Alessia kissed my neck, here, there,
everywhere and it was so delightful. She said afterwards I tasted like a
princess should, my aroma exhilarating, and my skin incredibly soft. She
slid her hands around my taut tummy. I rejoiced in her softness. The
intense sensations made me quiver enchanted.
By holding me, her breasts pressed into my back. "Oh, my god, I had no
idea," whispered Alessia breathily in my ear as I felt her hard nipples on
my hot skin. I took Alessia 's hands in mine, holding them to me for a
while, then I moved her hands upwards, guiding them.
"Neither did I, neither did I; god you feel great," I purred quietly to my
Alessia.
Alessia was still kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel our bare legs
touching. Glorious, she's glorious, I marvelled.
My skin, where it touched her felt like nothing I'd ever felt before, it was
so soft but sent my knees trembling, weak. Weird it was, but so astounding
and truly magnificent.
She gently nibbled on my ear lobe, breathing into it saying, "I love you,
Amy, you're wonderful."
I had been slowly guiding Alessia 's hand upwards and now I had her hands at
my breasts. I pressed Alessia 's hands to cup me; she must have heard me
catch my breath in a sharp gasp. The sensation for me both was exhilarating.
We both cried out together, my passion rising rapidly.
Alessia found her thumbs over my arrogant, hard nipples. She stroked them
lightly, eventually and cautiously pressing them onto her forefingers, where
she rolled them between her fingers. The feelings I received from this were
extraordinary and seemed to trigger tingly sensations in my pussy. My
emotions had me soaring across a shimmering sea of love and desire.
I sighed, the sound coming from deep within me, an almost animal-like sound,
slightly startling Alessia. I loved Alessia feeling my breasts, stroking
and rolling my long, thin, hard nipples. The pleasure it delivered was
incredible and for Alessia it must have been gratifying to hear my moans of
delight whenever she gave them little tugs. The sensations were
unbelievable. I didn't want her to stop - ever.
"Alessia, I had no idea you, you a girl, could do this to me. I have never
thought of loving a girl till you . . . oh, yes, the girls in the mag did
this stuff. I . . . I got wet just thinking . . . of you," I panted but
continued, "but please, Alessia . . . I . . . was taught this is wrong, we
should, we must stop . . .!"
"I will if you really want to, but I don't want to stop," Alessia whispered
in my ear taking her hands away. That tortured me. I needed her hands back
where they had been they had felt so wonderful. I didn't want her to stop -
that was my rational conscious talking. My Imp told my conscience to piss
off. No chance of stopping this, everything feels so right, it can't be
wrong!
Quivering with desire, I turned to face her. She looked wonderful but very
apprehensive - tears were forming in her eyes. Her face was ashen and she
looked into my eyes searchingly; worried, scared. I'd never seen Alessia cry
before and she must have been crying because of me. Unable to contain my
concerns I threw my arms around her neck to pacify her, to reassure her, to
lay bare my love for her, to hold her closely as the tears ran down her
cheeks.
"Oh, god, my sweet Alessia, I can't stop. I love you!"
I started crying too. I managed to murmur almost incoherently, "I don't
want to stop, and I'm not strong enough to stop now, though I know I should.
But I do love you and it feels so right!"
"Will it be forever for you? No turning back. I will love you forever,"
Alessia breathed in a low teary and wavering voice, and the poignancy wasn't
missed. Alessia 's hands went to my hips. I revelled at the feel of her
silky-smooth hands once more.
I retorted, "I hope so, but I want you. I don't care . . . it feels so
wonderful, it can't be wrong."
"I don't know. I don't know, but for me it's gorgeous being with you and
especially like this," Alessia said as she took my face in her hands and
making eye contact again as though she was searching my mind or looking for
a sign. We were so close, two, perhaps three inches apart. And my urge to
kiss her was imperative. I moved to answer her unspoken question and
brushed her lips with mine softly at first, but soon firmly and our tongues
met and we kissed passionately.
Our tongues were seeking out each other's, quickly intertwining. We broke
for a moment, then lips kissing again, mouths and tongues seeking, probing,
and sucking joyously. It was mystical; magic personified. My mind, body
and spirit were as free as a sea breeze but bound in a web of gossamer love.
Alessia 's hands feeling my hot skin aroused me beyond belief. I felt
myself getting wet in the groin, and the feeling of Alessia 's soft skin all
over my front, pressing breasts to breasts, was sending my blood rushing.
My heart beat faster, and my breathing quickened. I noticed Alessia was
breathing faster and then she bit my shoulder hard, but not so that she drew
blood. Even the pain delighted me. It felt like pure passion on Alessia 's
part - I briefly wondered if she knew what she'd done.
I panted, "Harder, harder, bite me, suck me, kiss me."
I did not let my arms slip from Alessia 's neck; I leaped out of the dress,
leaving it on the floor behind me. I jumped up wrapping my legs around her
hips. I pushed her back towards her double bed and slowly I slid down her
body. Alessia all the while kept biting my chest lustfully and playfully.
She tried to hold my smooth, taut buttocks but was losing the battle. While
I started suckling, kissing and nibbling on Alessia 's right breast, areole
and nipple I gradually slid towards the floor.
Alessia started throwing her head from side to side, moaning, "Ohh, geez,
god, suck there, suck them off, it's fabulous, so hot, do it Amy, do it to
me."
At this point both of us lost control and together with any remaining
inhibitions, each lusting after the other. Alessia slumped backwards onto
her bed, her breasts flattening out and lolling sideways. She dragged me on
top of her. I gorged on the two full breasts each in turn, and with my
other hand kneading and squeezing the one not being suckled or nibbled.
Alessia was being ravished; she threw her head back and from side to side in
a delirious frenzy of exquisite joy. "Oh, Amy, oh, yes, yes, ooh," Alessia
howled. She groaned aloud and threw herself at my inexpert, but highly
charged mouth and tongue.
After awhile Alessia lifted me up and above her, and holding me up took my
breast into her mouth and sucked hard, very hard. I squealed in surprise
and delight, my face flushed, watching as Alessia took it in to her mouth,
all of it, until I felt her teeth in my chest, her tongue swirling over and
around my breast and my nipples, the sensation magnificently sending me into
a lustful desire I'd never thought possible.
"Oh, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, my god. Alessia, you're so hot, god, I
love it. Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, yes, yes."
I put my hands on the bed, taking my weight, twisting my body from side to
side as Alessia switched breasts. Then I pulled my knee up, next to and
touching her side, followed by the other straddling her. Raising myself on
my knees, I moved myself slowly back and forth, rubbing my wet panties
against Alessia 's mound. We instinctively arched towards each other, eyes
glazing over again, our breathing rasping in ever shortening gasps. As if
the two of us were one, as Alessia lifted her hips I grabbed her panties and
pulled them down. I'm sure Alessia took my initiative as a clue and my
panties were similarly pulled off.
Erotically grinding our bellies and mounds together, both of us were sent
into a sort of prone, erotic belly dance. The sensations, as we forced
ourselves onto each other, will never be forgotten. Sweat dripped from me,
it trickled down between my breasts.
Alessia too, had droplets of sweat forming all over her. We both glistened
in the late morning light, our breathing coming in even shorter bursts. I
directed my eyes into Alessia 's looking at her face, her expressions; I
sensed that my intensity of emotions were being reciprocated. She looked at
me, her mouth open softly moaning, she smiled at me before she closed her
eyes again.
I felt her body stiffening, burning hot, and I sensed she was about to get
off into what I was certain was going to be a totally mind-blowing orgasm.
I thought my weight on her mons could make her come. All she could say was,
"Shit, Amy, Amy, Ohhhh!"
I lifted myself off her and slid my hand down over her tummy. She opened her
eyes and looked at me panting. I reached her silky public hair. I had never
thought of touching another girl's pubs before. The feeling was amazing; so
erotic, so intimate, so close to the forbidden, the ultimate private parts.
As I combed my fingers through it I asked, "Can I kiss you? Like down
there, like the girls in the mag?" I could not stop myself and I touched her
labia. Alessia 's eyes sprung open as she groaned loudly and turned to look
at me begging. She was very wet.
Alessia would have agreed to anything. I would have bet millions she was
aching to come, but this was out of a dream, she nodded, grinning weakly.
"Ooh, yes, Amy, yes please? Now!"
I slithered down Alessia, licking off the salty sweat. As I passed over her
belly button, I gave it an especially good licking, twirling my tongue
around it, in it. Alessia was already wildly excited, and I was teasing
her. Naive I might have been, but I wanted to watch my love enjoy
everything I did to her, I wanted this to last for as long as possible.
Alessia was begging me, "Ohhh, please, please, Amy."
I pushed myself between Alessia 's legs moving my face and tongue to nuzzle
her soft thighs. The aroma of a woman's love lubricant, the musky aroma
compellingly drawing me to it, filled my nostrils. My lover let me into her
inner private sanctum by opening her knees for me.
My wet lips grazed her labia to be greeted by the smooth, skin of her pussy,
completely hairless. I was surprised by its smoothness, the silkiness of
her pussy. I ran my hands down her inner thighs, feeling them, caressing
them. The firm muscular thighs with the tendons barely stretched, but were
so beautifully taut under my hand. The skin was wonderfully warm and
flawless. Alessia groaned long but softly, and started noticeably shaking.
She was grabbing the sheets in her fists and was pulling on them.
Unsure of myself but desperately wanting to taste Alessia and then to bring
her to an ultimate climax, I ran my lips and tongue up and down her labia.
The taste was scrumptious, indescribable. The feeling of her arching,
shaking and groaning, gave me confidence. How anyone's pussy juices could
taste so wonderful, had never occurred to me before.
I just knew Alessia 's juice did taste delectable, and I wanted it. More,
much more! But my inexperience made me scared of rejection, scared of being
too . . . geez, I didn't know what, scared of something, something
forbidden.
However, I did what I wanted to; Alessia had done nothing but indicate she
loved me. And what I was doing to her was gorgeous, that she loved it,
wanted it, wanted me to bring on an orgasm, that above all she wanted me. I
ran my tongue down Alessia 's pussy lips all the way along her slit, Then
into the inner lips. Then I went all the way and inside her. I was
astounded at the feeling of her muscular pussy walls on my mouth, her
juiciness, the taste of her and her squirming. She locked my head in with
her thighs and then her fingers threaded in my hair encouraging me, pulling
me closer.
Alessia squirmed, "Oh, shit, god, Amy, yes, yes, god yes."
My face, wet with her juices, I drove my tongue deeply into her. The
moaning became louder. Her hips pushed against my tongue and face
hesitantly, yet surely, slowly thrusting. There was no lingering doubt in
my mind anymore. I loved Alessia 's cries and movements. I was giving
Alessia extreme pleasure with the ultimate to come. I swirled my tongue
inside deeply, pulling back then deep again, sucking hard all the time;
Alessia 's juices flowing quicker, were getting lapped and sucked up by a
greedy me and I loved doing this to her: to give her such pleasure was
wonderful.
Alessia cried out, "Amy, god, god, you're fantastic, get me, please, Amy,
make me come. I gotta come!"
I pulled back a little to look up at Alessia 's lusting, loving, begging
face. It was contorted with unbridled passion. Alessia had got herself
onto her elbows to watch but had been in such ecstasy she had thrown herself
about with her eyes shut and hadn't seen much. She raised herself when I
looked, her eyes burning but begging me to continue. I grinned at her with
my dripping face. She pleaded, "Oh god Amy, please no more teasing, please
just do it for me?"
Again my tongue slipped into and through Alessia 's labia to tease out her
clitoris, to find it throbbing, thrust out of its sheath, and as big and
hard as a dried bean. As I touched it with my tongue, she gruffly gasped
from deep within. I flicked it three, four times and sucked it as hard as I
could, scrapping my teeth over it. It was right at that moment that she
lost it. Her body stiffened in an exquisite spasm that slammed her into an
ongoing orgasm. She had exploded, squirting her orgasmic juices into my
mouth, and all over my face. I hung on until she fell back with a final
groan of passion fulfilled.
"Ooh, geez, (pant) Amy, oh my god, (pant) my princess, (pant) Amy."
Alessia was breathless; I wriggled up to hold her, kissing her face,
stroking her back and arms. Alessia weakly grinned, kissing me gently but
with passion. I kissed back passionately. Eventually she lay back and said,
"Amy, that was unbelievable. That was mind-blowing, lights blazing in my
head, mountainous waves of ecstasy crashing through my mind and body. God,
I love you."
We clung together for a few minutes and I pretended to idly play with her
nipples but admit now that I needed her. I was so hot for her I could not
leave her alone until I had orgasmed and I wanted her to do it. And do it
then! The urgency coming from my pussy was undeniable.
"Amy?" queried Alessia.
"Yes."
"I want to do the same for you. Right now. Please!"
A big grin split my face, "You'd better or I'll die. The look on your face,
wow, it must have been wild. Anyway, I need you badly."
Alessia kissed me, softly at first, quickly building to a very passionate
one. Alessia rolled me onto my side, and then she gently touched my skin
with her fingertips. She continued kissing me wildly. Our breathing
quickened. Alessia started wiggling down me and cupping my breasts, kissing
down my chest, taking the wonderful, firm soft flesh in her hands.
It felt so good to me and it was fun to feel her fingers run smoothly over
my breasts to my areolas, then gently but firmly take each nipple between
her fingers stroking along them, all the while watching my face. She leaned
over, kissing each nipple before sucking them, suckling them. I knew then
what I'd done to Alessia. It was not innocent, it was full-blown, albeit,
inexperienced lust and absolutely wonderful.
Alessia must have been turned on by my soft moans and glazed eyes; kissing
under my breasts, she ran her wet, soft tongue down to my belly button,
where she circled it. Leaning around further, turning her body, she ran her
tongue over my flattened tummy to the top of my far thigh. She would have
seen how wet my deep-pink, swollen labia were and I knew they would have
been giving off an unbelievably sexy, musky aroma.
She pushed her face in to get to my pussy, kissing the top lightly,
hesitantly, but even in my excitement, I started to recognise that Alessia
was copying stuff from the morning's story. She licked just inside the top
of my nether lips . . . . Then, as if on springs, my legs shot apart.
"Alessia, I'm so happy; you're gorgeous; what you're doing to me is
absolutely . . . god, yes," I squealed loudly as the tip of Alessia 's
tongue penetrated to my clitoris, snaking over it. Alessia took my clit
between her lips, sucking on it with her tongue squashed out, sawing back
and forth, over and around it.
I went into a long moan saying, "Oooooooooh, hell, oh, god, Alessia, god,
aaaaahh ... oh, yes."
Alessia leaned over further, her breasts rubbing on me, and feeling so good.
She got as much of her body touching me as she could, and let go of my
clit and sunk her tongue, slowly but deeply, into my velvet wetness,
wiggling and pushing her chin over my clit. She stayed swirling her tongue,
sucking, tasting and licking for a few minutes, still on top of me.
All the while I was moaning my appreciation louder, thrusting my hips in
joyous abandon, and making every endeavour to get as much pleasure from that
gorgeous tongue and mouth as humanly possible. Alessia started moving her
whole body over, with me revelling in her sweaty breasts rubbing on me.
I hoped Alessia loved my love juice as much as I had loved hers. My best
guess is that she did by the way she sucked and licked me. I felt myself
tensing up and my back arching again. I felt the fabulous sensations
building up in my body. I was definitely close to my first orgasm. It was
sensational, exquisite and it was from Alessia making love to me. Oh, god,
she was wonderful, such a gorgeous friend and a wonderful lover.
She murmured something about my taste being like a musky pink grapefruit,
and I was producing just as much juice and in ever-increasing quantities.
She sat up, straddled me, and I felt my breasts squash under her as she ran
her hands over my tummy and down my thighs to feel the calf muscles.
Everything perfect, everything so sexy, it was totally erotic, and hardly
surprisingly, this was my idea of heaven.
I was now begging Alessia to make me come. Oh, my god, I had done this to
her, how cruel of me. Alessia pushed her hand under my leg and quietly and
quickly slipped her long fingers into my drenched pussy, spreading her
adjacent fingers, widening my labia lips to expose the throbbing,
fit-to-burst clitoris. Alessia started moving her finger slowly in and out
of my velvety wetness, increasing in speed and depth. I smiled as my eyes
glazed over, throwing my head back in abandonment. Alessia then leant, face
down, to give me the same ecstasy I had so recently given her.
My heart raced again, my breathing quickened, I gasped time and time again
as Alessia fingered me, as she sucked and tongued that hard bean, the
ultimate pleasure centre. Flicking it, running her tongue over it until
soon my back and body started tensing again as I readied for an orgasm. All
of this I'd experienced during masturbation but that was not even close to
how much better it is when someone else does it to you. Alessia gently bit
on my clitoris, sending the pleasure centres in my brain into extreme
overload.
I let out a wail expressing the intensity of my building climax, heralding
my ultimate release. For me it was incredibly intense. An indescribable
and unintelligible set of mutterings poured forth, as my body stiffened,
muscles tensed, and jerked my toes curled tight. I spasmed in my ecstasy as
my climax overtook me for ages. I nearly passed out. Slowly it began coming
to a halt as my series of orgasms subsided. Such wonderful, unbelievably
exquisite gratification I had ever experienced by far. I had Alessia to
thank for that.
I let out a huge breath, "Ooh . . . mmph," before going limp. Alessia
released my clit from her grip and she squirmed to kiss my mouth with her
drenched face. She was letting me taste my love juices while comforting and
cuddling me with soothing touches, kisses and hugs, as we came down from our
acute highs.
Alessia and I spent the next minutes just in exchanges of deep love and
affection. Touching a cheek, fondling a nipple or a breast and swapping
loving smiles. I felt so sexy: god, she was too and I loved her so much.
Alessia offered to get drinks or food, but I just wanted to be held for a
while. I sensed the exhausted Alessia was grateful, and she leaned over me,
kissing me with her lips brushing over my neck. I enjoyed the sensations
that cuddling Alessia brought to me. I could not stop marvelling at the
sensations Alessia had just given me. I guessed it was pretty much what I
had given her. I hoped so.
In the intimacy that follows such intensity we swapped stories, kissing and
holding each other, not wanting to lose the moment. I think we both felt
fabulously alive, but emotionally drained. Our sweat cooled me but it
brought out the aroma of her skin that was very heady for me then and I lay
there enjoying it. It was odd to me that even though I had just been blown
away by Alessia, I still wanted her; I wanted more.
We clung to each other lovingly for a long time before drifting off to
sleep.
SEVEN
The next thing I became aware of when I woke up was that Alessia was asleep
beside me. I wanted Alessia again, but waited to see if she awakened by
herself.
I judged by the sunlight that it was early afternoon. I realised that I
must have been asleep for maybe only ten minutes or so. The pungent aroma
of our lovemaking immediately assailed my nostrils stirring memories and
responses in both my mind and body.
I rolled over from my back to see that Alessia was still sleeping. She was
facing me, her hair somewhat dishevelled, but to me she looked beautiful
anyway. Her naked, uncovered body looked absolutely stunning. I was also
naked, but now totally at ease with my nudity. In fact I couldn't think of
anything better right then. I was also feeling calm and relaxed about our
morning's activity. I felt no guilt at all; I was in love with her, my
Alessia!
My gaze wandered over to Alessia as I remembered our lovemaking, our first
time ever. Alessia 's breasts were the full round kind, medium-sized
brownish-pink areolas with thick, short nipples. One breast was slightly
squashed on the bed, the other lying over on its side, and a part of it
being propped up by the arm that was underneath, her hand under her face.
Her top leg lay bent up and over mine.
I could see the strip of hair on Alessia 's mound that I now knew topped her
almost hairless womanhood. I'd discovered that she had no, or at worst, the
finest of hair on her pussy's labia; I found that very sexy and promised
myself I would get rid of mine if I could. Although I hardly had a very
bushy pussy I had lots compared to Alessia. I wanted to lean over and touch
what my eyes feasted upon.
I waited somewhat impatiently for Alessia to wake. The sight and aroma
aroused warm feelings within me because of my friend, and now my lover. I
loved the feel of Alessia 's leg on me, and what it revealed of her body. I
had not had such feelings about any girl until then. With my darling
Alessia it was different, so natural. My hand wandered over my skin. I was
delighted by its erotic messages.
At first, I thought maybe I'd dreamt the unbelievably intense orgasms I'd
had that morning, but not after seeing Alessia next to me. Neither of my
experiences with boys had come even remotely close to either receiving or
giving such exquisite pleasures such as I'd had that day.
My nipples had sprung proudly erect, the tingling in my groin growing
noticeably as my thoughts continued. It felt good, really good, and now
what I wanted desperately was to touch her, but she looked so peaceful
sleeping.
I leant over and carefully removed some stands of hair from her face and
mouth. My left breast brushed against her arm, sending shivers through me,
bringing up goose bumps and a rising emergency within me. I felt I must
wake her soon, for the desire for more of her had again started burning
within me. Very gently I ran my fingertips along her knee and thigh, making
her stir. She moved her leg, rubbing it a few centimetres up mine, sending
a thrill through my body.
She woke, grinned at me and said in a sleepy, soft voice, "You are my
darling now, isn't that right?" I leaned over and kissed her saying, "Yes,
my darling, I'm yours."
Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2002
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