Perverts 'R' Us

Wendy's Second Letter

By Ellen ( Dialogue, g/g, m/g )

Hello again,

I hope you enjoyed my first letter and you found it interesting. In this letter I want to tell you how, following my rather disappointing encounter with Arthur, I moved on to much more interesting and exciting things. Read on and enjoy.

My session with Arthur happened on a Friday afternoon and I didn't see him again until Monday when, as usual, he caught up with me on the way to school. I wasn't very nice to him - in fact I told him that if what happened on Friday was all he wanted from me, then he could go and take a running jump off a high building and see if he could fly. That started an argument and by the time we got to school we were somewhat less than friends.

I have a 'best girlfriend' - her name is Kimmie and she is a year older than I am. She took me under her wing when I started at Martin's and she has helped me adjust to life as a Middle School Girl, for which I am very grateful. It's not easy starting a new school I can tell you. Anyway, Kimmie was waiting for me when I got to school and she knew at once that something was wrong.

"You look angry and upset. Have you and Arthur broken up?" she asked, taking me aside into a quiet corner where we could chat out of earshot of the other students. I'm afraid I started to cry a little and she slipped her hand around my shoulders and held me in a close, comforting hug until my tears had stopped flowing. I tried not to tell her everything, for I suppose I was embarrassed about letting someone else know how Arthur had simply used me for his own pleasure. She finally managed to get the whole story out of me though and I was rather surprised when she started to chuckle.

"It wasn't funny" I said.

"No my girl, I know that, and I sympathize with you, I really do." Just then the bell sounded for classes and we had to separate.

I didn't see Kimmie again until almost at the end of the lunch break, but then we were able to find another quiet corner for a while. "Why were you laughing at me?" I asked her. "I'm sorry," she said, "But you're not the first girl he's tried that trick on with." I was surprised, because all the time I'd been with Arthur - at least a couple of weeks - I had been sure he was as innocent as I was.

"What do you mean? He's done the same thing with other girls?"

"Yes. Well, he has tried to, but he's not been as successful as he was with you."

"I think you'd better explain," I said.

Kimmie smiled at me. "You would never have got anywhere with Arthur," she said. "He's only really interested in boys."

"You mean, he's gay?"

"Well let's put it this way. He is probably in the boy's toilet at this moment either wanking another boy or having another boy wank him."

"So why did he want to undress me and use me like that?" I asked.

"Because he doesn't really know what he is," Kimmie replied. "He knows that what boys want to do to girls and he really wants to be accepted as a proper boy, but when it comes to the crunch, he just backs away like he did to you on Friday."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I had a quiet word with Jack at break time and he's filled me in on Arthur's background. I knew he'd tried it on with other girls - Eloise in particular - but she didn't fall for his 'My parents are away' line and she wouldn't go with him. She'd also heard that he preferred other boys and she wouldn't let him touch her."

Kimmie went on to explain that when she'd asked Jack, her boyfriend, about Arthur he'd told her how he'd been boasting how he'd got me naked and how he'd enjoyed fucking me.

"But he didn't come anywhere near fucking me," I said.

"We know that, and when I told Jack your side of the story he told me how he'd challenged Arthur that his story wasn't true. Jack threatened him with some sort of physical violence and Arthur, who is really a rather timid soul, had finally admitted not actually fucking you. According to Arthur's version of events though, you were the instigator of the whole sordid story and yet when it came to him slipping his cock into your puss you suddenly became the perfect ice-maiden and wouldn't let him get even his fingers in your puss."

I admit I felt quite relieved when Kimmie explained all that. I didn't really want to have a reputation as either a slut or as an ice-maiden. Kimmie sensed that and asked me quietly "You are still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," I said.

"And do you intend staying a virgin much longer?" she asked.

I looked at her. "I don't know," I replied, a little mystified by the question. I know that if Arthur had tried to put his cock into my puss I probably would not have stopped him, and Mom had virtually given me the all clear to experiment with intercourse once the first few weeks on the Pill had passed and it was fully effective.

Kimmie smiled at me in a knowing way. "I know someone who would be interested in helping you decide," she said. I must have looked a little shocked because she stroked my hair and cuddled me closer.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"A certain young gentleman would be very interested in meeting you for a very private session to help you decide whether you want to hang on to your virginity or not."

The penny dropped. "You mean Jack?" I asked.

Kimmie nodded. "He thinks you are a really cute and attractive girl and he would dearly love to get to know you a lot better."

Jack is a couple of years older than Kimmie and is a very attractive boy. He is one of the stars of the school football team and has ambitions of becoming a professional sportsman eventually. He is quite tall and built like Adonis with fair hair and gorgeous blue-gray eyes. He keeps very fit, working out in the gym nearly every day. He and Kimmie had been going steady for almost two years then and I guessed that they had sex on a fairly regular basis. I was surprised that Kimmie should suggest that Jack and I should have a

"Very private session" with me - with all that that inferred. Not to put too fine a point on it, Jack wanted to fuck me and Kimmie, bless her, was not averse to the idea.

"What do you think?" she asked. I didn't know what to say. There were many girls in school, older than I was and probably more attractive, so to be made the object of Jack's carnal desires was something of an honor for me. Yet I was still a bit reluctant to commit myself. At that stage I was still quite shy, especially with guys and the memory of Arthur's treatment of me was still very fresh in my mind. I didn't want to go though the same rebuff again.

"You think about it over the next couple of days," Kimmie said. "My parents are going to be away all day next Saturday so you can come over to my place and meet Jack there. We would be completely private, just me, you and Jack and we can see just how well you get on with him."

"But won't you mind Jack paying attention to me? After all, I'm younger than you and he is your steady boyfriend. Would you not be jealous?"

Kimmie smiled again and gave me another hug. "Don't you worry about that," she said. "It will be my pleasure and I know I can trust Jack to do the right thing by you - and by me too." What exactly she meant by that I could only half-guess.

Over the next couple of days I thought a lot about what Kimmie had proposed. I couldn't ask her for any more details as she was away on a three day biology camp but when she came back on Friday she sought me out quickly.

"Well?" she asked, an impish grin on her face. "Have you decided what you want to do?"

"I'm still not sure," I replied.

"Look,' she said. Jack and I will collect you tomorrow morning at nine o'clock and we can go back to my place straight away. What happens then, we will have to wait and see, but I want you to understand that we are not going to force you into anything you don't like or anything you don't want. If you are not comfortable with anything, we will take you home straight away, if you so wish."

So the die was cast. I agreed to meet Jack and Kimmie as she had suggested but when I got home and told Mom that I was going to spend the next day at Kimmie's place she gave me an odd look. "And who else will be there?" she asked. I have never lied to Mom.

I told her that Jack was going to be there, but that would be all. No one else. Again she gave me a knowing look that told me she knew perfectly well what was likely, nay certainly, going to happen to her only daughter. "You just be careful, young lady," she said. "But enjoy yourself."

Mom works as a cocktail waitress at one of the casinos in Vegas and she had to go to work early on the Saturday morning. We had a quick breakfast then, after giving me a hug and a fond kiss she was off. As she went out she turned back to me and hugged me again. "Now enjoy yourself today," she said. "But be careful, won't you?" and she went out to her car. I am sure she had tears in her eyes as she left.

She hadn't been gone more than a few minutes when the phone rang. It was Kimmie wanting to know if I had changed my mind about going over to her place. I told her I hadn't but that I was feeling nervous about it. She agreed that was quite natural, but there would be nothing for me to worry about. She would see that nothing happened that I wasn't comfortable with. "And Jack won't be with us until lunchtime," she said. "He's got some football thing he has to go to, but he'll come over as soon as he can."

Kimmie only lives a few streets away in quite a posh neighborhood, so as soon as I had finished getting the breakfast things tidied away and got myself ready, I walked over. As I went I felt myself almost trembling and once or twice I nearly turned back. What was I letting myself in for, I wondered? Would I finally find out what it was like to have a guy's cock thrusting up into my virgin pussy? Would it hurt? I'd heard other girls talking about their first time and some of their stories had been quite horrific, especially one girl who had been raped by her father when she was only 10.

But the encounter with Arthur had stirred something in my mind. I had been disappointed when he'd backed off, leaving me high and dry, so to speak. Yes, I did want to know what it felt like to have a guy's cock inside me - after all, that's what girls have pussies for isn't it? But I didn't want to have a baby - at least not yet. So I kept on walking until I reached Kimmie's house. She was waiting for me and we went in.

"We're going shopping," she said, after greeting me with a hug and a cuddle.

"Why?" I asked. "I haven't got any money for shopping."

"That's OK," she said. "Jack has given me some money for us to go and buy you some nice sexy things. I know what he likes me to wear for him, so come on, let's go and see what we can find for you." I knew Jack came from a fairly well-off family, and he also got a bit of an income from a part-time job he had but I never expected him to spend his money on me, a young girl he didn't even know particularly well. Kimmie assured me that it was OK though so off we two girls went to the local Mall.

I'd been to the mall several times before, but this time it was different. I was wearing my normal weekend outfit - jeans and a tee-shirt with bare feet and sandals and I knew from the looks I was getting from them that quite a few men were wondering what I would look like naked. Kimmie wasn't helping either because she was wearing a rather short cotton skirt with a halter top both of which left quite a lot of her lightly-tanned flesh exposed. As we went up the escalator, she made sure that the guys clustered around the bottom of it got a chance to see right up her skirt to where her pink lace panties covered her neat butt.

"There's no harm in giving the guys a show now and then," she said to me, giggling a little as a couple of guys old enough to be her father wolf-whistled after us. I found myself blushing and frankly I was rather glad I'd put jeans on instead of the shorts or skirt I'd thought of wearing. Still it was exciting in a way for I knew that my tight-fitting jeans were tight enough across my butt for the outline of my panties to show through quite plainly. I could also feel my nipples rising inside my thin cotton bra and looking in a shop window I could see them poking through my equally tight tee-shirt.

We found the shop Kimmie wanted, a specialty shop dealing in lingerie and in we went. The sales assistant was a woman - I think the description would be "of indeterminate age" but with a pleasant smile and a cheerful manner. Kimmie told her that we wanted something rather special for a very special date for me. I felt a bit embarrassed as I stood there while she looked me up and down, asking a few questions as she noted details on a scratch pad. Then she switched on the computer monitor and we settled down to view a sort of catalogue from which I could select items to try.

Cutting a long story short - you don't really want to hear the details of how I had to undress virtually completely while she brought several items of expensively erotic clothing for me to try on, do you? Anyway I finished up in the "Veronica's secret" selection and came out with several pairs of nice sexy panties, including a black lace bra and bikini set, that set Jack back over $100 all told. Coming out of the shop we went into a rather expensive restaurant - no Hungry Jacks for Kimmie - where we had a delightful snack and a couple of very nice cappuccino coffees before making our way back to Kimmie's place.

There was a message for Kimmie from Jack saying that he would be with us at 12:00 noon and he hoped I was looking forward to the afternoon as much as he was. Our shopping excursion had taken up most of the morning so we only had a little over an hour to wait before Jack was due to join us. "So we'd better get you ready," Kimmie said.

I wondered what she meant, for I'd taken care to have a good shower before I left home and my clothes were all clean and fresh. "Come on," she said, taking me by the hand. "To the bathroom and let me pamper you."

Kimmie's bathroom was really something. Actually it was her parent's bathroom it was tiled with what looked like real marble tiles in a lovely shade of pearl green and jade with almost wall to ceiling mirrors on two walls so whoever was using it could see themselves in full from at least two different angles. Besides having a luxurious looking bathtub with what looked like gold fittings, it had a double shower as well as all the usual vanity fittings - again all in gold.

Kimmie started to run a bath and as the water flowed in she sprinkled some rose-scented bath crystals into the water making the whole room smell delightful. "Now then," she said. "Let's get you ready for your bath. You just stand still and let me do it for you." She began by drawing my tee-shirt up and off over my head. My breasts were still excited from the touching they'd had from the sales assistant and as Kimmie removed my rather ordinary white cotton bra my nipples quickly hardened. "Mmmmmmmm" Kimmie said.

"You are going to have two beautiful titties here in a couple of years' time," and she began to tease them into extra hardness, rolling them between her fingers and gently drawing them out. "Jack will love these. He has a liking for small tits, you know."

Next Kimmie undid the zipper of my jeans and eased them down over my hips, then down to my ankles. I lifted my feet so she could take them right off, which left me wearing nothing except my white cotton mini-brief panties, the sort that I normally wore for school.

By that time the bath was nicely full and as Kimmie drew down my panties I suddenly found that I wasn't embarrassed any more. In fact, as Kimmie reached down to touch my pussy I wanted her to play with me down there, just as she had been doing with my nipples. She didn't though, apart from just running her fingers up and down my slit for a moment - something that no other person - apart from Arthur's mauling - had ever done to me. "Now, on the toilet young lady," she said and meekly I obeyed. She stood there watching as I emptied my bodily waste into the pan then she flushed it and rather to my surprise, washed my ass with the bidet hose. Again, a new experience for me - and one I quite enjoyed even if the water was a bit on the cold side.

"Now for your shower," she said, and she too began to undress. She has a lovely figure and I could understand why Jack had been faithful to her for over two years. She had an almost perfect hourglass figure, with firm rounded tits, a delightfully slender but not skinny, body and her ass was the sort that Michelangelo would have really enjoyed sculpting. She had, to my surprise, no pubic hair at all and when I commented on that she said that Jack liked 'his women' to be bald in that area. She noticed that although my own pubic hair had not yet reached anywhere near maturity there was still a bit of peach-skin fuzz down there.

"Before you have your shower we'll get rid of that for you," she said. She had me sit down on the closed toilet seat as she smeared some shaving cream around my puss. "That will take care of that," she said, producing a small electric shaver from one of the cupboards. She spent several minutes carefully shaving what little fuzz I had and I must admit that the vibrations from the razor sent all kinds of exciting feelings racing through my young body. "You like that, don't you?" she said. I admitted that I did. "Good. I'm sure we can find something that will give you pleasure in that way, but let's wait until you have had your bath. There will be time for a little play before Jack gets here."

Next was the shower. The water started out quite cool, but not unpleasantly so. Kimmie started out washing my hair for me, using a special herbal shampoo that smelled heavenly. Then, using a delightfully soft sponge and luxuriously lathering soap she carefully washed every inch of my young body, paying special attention to my pussy and my ass. She knew exactly what she was doing and with every touch, my excitement seemed to grow in intensity. I was dying for her to touch me internally, but she was very careful not to penetrate between my pussy lips more than absolutely necessary.

After the shower was a long soak in the bath, again with Kimmie standing over and once more washing me thoroughly all over. All I had to do was lie there and enjoy being pampered - and I did!! (Wouldn't you?)

Then it was out of the bath and Kimmie dried me with a beautifully warm, fluffy towel and dressed me in a perfectly beautiful pale blue dressing gown while she dried my hair with her hair drier. Once it was dry, she combed and brushed it so that as I looked at myself in the mirrors I could see that my hair, which was never my best feature, was literally shining like a halo - even though I am no saint and therefore not entitled to one.

Having done my hair, she removed my gown and carefully powdered my body with some very delicately-scented talc, making sure that it was gently rubbed into all the natural crevices so my skin felt silky-smooth. Then, still stark naked, we went through to her bedroom. She had me lie on my back on her bed as she continued her ministrations. Taking a tube of some sort of gel from her makeup drawer she smeared a little of it on each nipple. At first it didn't seem to have any effect, but after a minute or so I felt my nipples sort of burning - not hot, more of a tingle, and glancing down I could see that they were pinker than usual and certainly harder. They were also feeling much more sensitive every time Kimmie touched them - and she did so, often.

The same gel was applied to my pussy lips, with a similar stimulating effect, but when Kimmie put a smear of it on my clitoris I nearly went through the roof. Wow!! It was as though my clit was on fire, it was so ultra-sensitive. Kimmie chuckled at my reaction.

"Excellent," she said, smiling down at me. "That sensation will last for quite a while and it will help you enjoy what Jack has got planned for you." I didn't ask what plans he had, for I knew that if I did Kimmie wouldn't tell me, and in any case I wasn't sure I wanted to know what lay ahead of me.

Then it was time for me to get dressed again. Kimmie wondered whether I should wear my "ordinary" clothes or the "specials" we had bought. After deliberating for several minutes we decided that I would feel more comfortable in my own jeans and tee shirt - at least for the time being. Consequently when Jack eventually arrived I was waiting for him looking every inch the typical 12-year-old schoolgirl - faded blue jeans and plain white tee-shirt, bare-foot and in sandals. But when I looked at myself in Kimmie's bedroom mirror I knew that those clothes would not stay on for long, nor did I want them to. I had brand new and very sexy other things to wear - but later on.

Kimmie too had got dressed again in what she had on before and once we were dressed we repaired to the kitchen where Kimmie got ice-cold Cokes for us. We sat and chatted for about 15 minutes before we heard a car pull into the drive.

Kimmie looked up. "He's here," she said, and she went to open the door for her lover. My heart was thumping painfully in my chest as Jack walked in the room.

"Hi there beautiful," he said, smiling at me. "You look good enough to eat."

Whether he ate me or not and what actually happened, you can read in my next letter.

I hope you enjoyed this one.

Will write again soon.

Love, Wendy. XXX