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I'm still not too clear on exactly when I met her, although I know it
was at a party. I had seen her many times before, though...Sunday
mornings without num ber. I would get wasted Saturday nights and go to
breakfast downtown for the $1.99 special...all you could eat and
coffee too. I noticed her there, but soon accepted her as a regular.
We were a wierd crowd there, at least on Sundays, and she looked
vaguely timid. She had short hair, almost punk, but relaxed. She was
rather short, maybe an inch or two below me, and with a thin but cute
face that had deepset, mysterious looking eyes. She was usually
dressed in painted sneakers, long skirts, and a faded red felt jacket
that smelled somewhat of salt sea air when she walked by. At the
party, though, she looked different. My mother had made me come, and
I had been right in the middle of a mescaline trip by the time we
arrived. She told me to mingle and look cheerful. When I saw her, I
was struck by how alike we looked. We both had haircuts that would
look more in place in a New York club than at a fancy dress party, and
the elegant clothes we were wearing we didn't look comfortable in.
One concession, though -- we were both still wearing painted tennis
shoes. She saw me and my shoes, and her face lit up with recognition.
She walked over and we just stood there for a minute or two, smiling.
She finally spoke.
"I remembered you from breakfast."
"So did I. You don't look too happy to be here."
"You don't either. Someone forced you here, I'll bet."
"Exactly. My dad almost made me wear a wig, but my mom talked him out
of it."
"Lucky you. Is there someplace private we could talk? I'm not that
great with crowds."
"Yeah, right out here on the patio."
We walked out onto the deck, and stood there overlooking the pool and
garden. We talked for a bit more, and I found out that she was almost
20. It shocked me a bit, for her height and all. (I was in 10th grade
at the time.) She was an accelerated junior in college, and had to
come home every now and then so "Daddy can show me off. But he wasn't
too proud of me this year, with my new haircut and all."
The party ended, but not before we had promised to see each other at
breakfast the following Sunday. I went home actualy happy for the
first time in a while. Sunday morning came around, but she didn't show
up. I wasn't too concerned, but I did tell the owner to watch for her.
I went back home to lie around for a while but I hadn't been in the
house ten minutes when the phone rang. It was Lisa. She had found my
number in my purse that I left at her house, and she was scare. Her
father had finally reached his limit, it seemed, and locked her in the
house until "she learns some manners!" She had gotten out and downtown
but she knew he'd be looking for her there. I immediately invited her
over for the rest of the day, or at least until her parents calmed
down. I gave her directions, unlocked the back door, and realized I
hadn't taken a shower yet. I got into the shower and tried to make
itas quick as possible. When Lisa arrived, I was just stepping out. I
wrapped myself in a towel, dried my hair, and went downstairs. She
looked miserable and I realized this was more serious than I had
thought.
"Come on, relax. You're safe here. Want some breakfast?"
"I had some downtown, thanks. But I do need some coffee."
"coming up."
I went to make coffee. I was a bit self-satisfied that a grown woman
(practically, anyway) was relying entirely on me. It made me feel just
a wee bit smug. Back in the living room. She was lying on the couch
with a sad stare. I had to do something to snap her out of it. "Oh, it
can't be that bad, can it?" "You don't know. My father is a
stereotypical bloated capitalist. He doesn't think about anything but
money and his job. I don't know how my mother put up with him this
long." Her voice was rising and getting shakier, I took her hand
and held it firmly, not saying anything, just trying to get her to
calm down. I felt a surge of sympathetic emotion for her and gently
squeezed her hand. She began to calm down, it seemed.
We just sat there for a while, not saying anything, just reaffirming
our trust in one another. Then she looked up and smiled weakly.
"I bet I'm a mess. Can you let mehave the shower?"
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be downstairs for a while."
I went downstairs and realized i had forgotten my books. Going back up
the stairs, I remembered there was a skylight to the bathroom. My
curiosity was aroused, and I quietly arranged myself so I could see
all. Soon she came into view, and began to draw the water. She
stripped off her clothes, and my eyes widened at the sight of her
firm, supple body. It amazed me how her breasts looked so modest when
covered, yet now they were tilted slightly, with small untanned marks
near the center. Her smooth belly sloped downwards toward a light
blonde film of hairs, accentuated by her long legs. My breathing
became deeper as I watched her climb into the tub and stretch out. As
she bathed, she relaxed and seemed to almost fall asleep. As if in a
dream, her hands moved up and began to caress her breasts. A small
sigh escaped her lips, and I watched, fascinated.
Soon she had caused the nipples to stand out, and a deep flush
suffused the flesh of her chest. Her stomach muscles trembled as her
questing hands moved down, smoothing out over her, and slowly
approaching the valley between her legs.
Almost of their own volition, my own hands began to imitate her
actions. I couldn't have looked away from the scene if I had wanted
to. Her long graceful fingers had reached the sacred spot, and were
gently plucking and sliding over the outer lips, as if in preperation
for the descent.
My body was alternately perspiring and trembling. Never had I been so
aroused, or taken so long to reach my peak. I shifted myself slightly
to get a better view of her actions.
She drew one hand back up, it seemed, to taste the musky juices she
produced. As the hand at her crotch began to descend, so did my own.
Our fingers were buried to the hilt, forcing the flesh aside,
intruding into our depths. I held back a moan as I watched the scene
unfold before me with excitement that I felt could not be contained.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her
tongue escaped momentarily and licked her lips. She looked every inch
a goddess as her hands kept up their slow, steady rhythm. Low sounds
were coming from her mouth now, as her leg muscled tensed and relaxed
alternately. The hand at her pussy began to slide with increasing
speed, varying the strokes and speed, but always with the same goal in
mind -- total pleasure.
My panties were discarded on the floor, long since soaked with my own
liquids. My own hand matched her motions, nipping at the erect bud of
my love button, stroking and plucking the frilly outer lips. My
attention was abruptly drawn back to her as her cries became more
audible, and her hips rocked gently up with an ever-increasing need.
It showed more than ever on her face now, the need to come, the
unbearable tension that had to be released. Her fingers slid in and
out now with undisguised pleasure now, warming to their task, and
making her sigh. My hand motions matched her own, and I felt the
selfsame need in my own body. I gave a slight thrust to my hips, and
felt my fingers reach even deeper, hit a spot that made me quiver. Our
bodies moved in the same rhythm, and hands caressed the same spots.
Suddenly, it came upon me. I almost groaned in surprise as the
sweetness of it trust itself on me. I could feel my face contorting,
and my cunt muscles contrac violently, forcing my fingers halfway out
of my body. I forced my eyes open and saw her, her pelvis gyrating,
ecstasy overtaking her as it did me. My body shook and my mind spun as
the loveliness of it overwhelmed me, washed me up and over until I
wanted to cry.
Slowly, I came back down. I lay there on the carpet, one hand still at
my crotch, thinking of how I would approach her.
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