
                                Hookie
                           by Stella Teller

Copyright 2000 by Stella Teller.  All rights reserved.  
My stories may not be posted to any site, nor used commercially,
without my permission.

Published with permission from the author by TYGER.  

Author's Note: With permission from J Edwins, I offer this take-off
on his story about an older man teaching a young girl about things
sexual.  He wasn't going to follow up on the girl/girl sex aspect,
and I wanted to do that.  He asked that I change the names and the
title, which I've done.  I hope you'll enjoy what I think would have
happened to his two soon-to-be young women.  (By the way, Playing
Hookie is what we called it when we didn't go to school.  I think it
derives from 'going fishing' and the 'fishhook'.)


Part 1 - Chapter I

Crissy and Rebecca were sitting in Rebecca's room, talking.  It was
8:30 in the morning and both girls should have been in school.  But
Crissy had said something on the phone the previous evening that
Rebecca clearly caught and would not let loose of.  Crissy, knowing
that she was trapped, would not say more last night.  So, Rebecca was
at Crissy's door as soon as Crissy's parents left for work.

Little by little, almost word by word, Rebecca began hearing about a
guy named George.  He was an older fella, was one of her parent's
customers; maybe 40 or 50 years old.  Somehow, according to Crissy,
this guy George had gotten Crissy looking at dirty pictures.  After
showing her that he knew she looked at the first ones, he got her to
tell him which pictures she liked the most and got her more pictures.
Although Rebecca suspected there was a big piece missing, Crissy had
admitted that they got to "talking" about sex a lot!  Most of that
talk, it seemed, had been over the phone.  More than that Crissy
still, even after an hour of grilling by a very insistent Rebecca,
didn't seem to want to say.

"Okay, so show me these pictures," Rebecca said, as she moved from
the chair to the bed were Crissy was sitting.

"They're just pictures, Reb, no big deal!"

"So if they're no big deal, show them to me.  Unless you have
something you're hiding."

"You're really a nosy bitch, Rebecca, you know that?"  Crissy got off
of the bed, flounced across the room to her dresser, pulled the
bottom drawer all the way out, and retrieved the sheets of paper that
were laying on the bottom of the dresser.  Returning to the bed in
what was obviously a phony huff, she dramatically flipped the papers
into Rebecca's lap.

Rebecca looked at the pictures for a long time.  She couldn't help
but feel excited.  She had never seen pictures like some of these
before.  There wasn't a guy in any picture with the dick as small as
her boyfriend's.  She had played with it enough to know how much of
it extended past her hand.  But there were also pictures of boys
licking girls pussies and girls doing girls!  God!  She would love to
have some girl lick on her.  Any body lick on her!  Actually, having
thought about it a lot in the last few months, she'd like to return
the favor.  Starting, of course, with Crissy, whom she'd always
thought was pretty, whom she always looked at in the locker room and
showers at school as well as at her house when they went swimming,
and who walked really nice!

"How come there's so many pictures of girls...doing things to each
other?"

Crissy knew her friend would fasten on that.  Damn!  All she said
back, though, was, "George likes them."

"George likes to see girls...licking...each other?"

Shifting around a little, uncomfortably, Crissy simply said, "Yes."

Rebecca couldn't help but notice that she could see quite a ways up
under Crissy's skirt.  Both thighs were visible almost all the way to
the top beneath the school skirt as they both sat cross legged,
facing each other.  If she was to bend down just a little, Rebecca
was certain she would be able to see Crissy's panties.  Instead,
looking back at the pictures, she asked why some of them were
circled.  But before Crissy could answer, Rebecca blurted out, "Oh
yeah!  He asked you to circle the one's you liked!"  Then, after a
pause, and clearly noticing Crissy's discomfort, she continued with,
"You liked the one's of girl's jacking off and doing each other?"

Very defensively, Crissy came back with, "Those weren't the only
pictures I circled, Rebecca!"

"Yeah.  I know, but you did circle them, right?"

"So?"

"So, that means you like looking at girls jacking off and
doing...licking...each other.  That's all."

"It's called 'Cunnilingus' Miss Brilliance," said Crissy haughtily.

"And just how do you know that Miss Know-It-All?"  said Rebecca just
as haughtily.

"Because George told me so."

"Crissy!  You mean some strange guy told you about licking pussy?"

"He's not strange.  He's just...George."

"So you know him pretty well, do you?  And how well does he know you,
Crissy?"

"I don't know what you mean, Reb."

"He shows you these kinds of pictures, you two talk a lot, he
explains to you about eating pussy, and God only knows what you are
doing during all of this.  So I want to know how well you two really
know each other."

"Well..."  Crissy began weakly, "we're just sort of friends.  You
know?  And we just...kinda...talk."

Readying herself to break through Crissy's defense, and find out all
of the juicy and exciting details, Rebecca leaned right up to
Crissy's face, looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Do you get
off when you talk to him about sex?"

Crissy went a deep red, instantly.  She was caught.  She really
wanted to share everything with her best friend in the whole world,
but not quite this fast.  Not with her sitting so close.  Their faces
inches apart.  Her bare knees almost touching Crissy's.  "I like
talking to him.  He tells me things no one else will."

"That's not what I asked you, Crissy, and you know it.  Do you jack
off when you two are talking?  Do you?"

"Well...yes.  Sometimes.  "

"How many times have you and George talked on the phone, Crissy?"
Rebecca asked while leaning back just a little.

" I don't know.  A bunch of times.  So what?"

"So how many times have you gotten off while talking to him, Crissy?"

For someone who wanted to share her new experience and knowledge with
her best friend, Crissy was feeling quite defensive in the face of
all of these intimate questions.  After a significant pause, Crissy
leaned back on her elbows and said, as nonchalantly as she could,
"Most of the time."

Two things immediately happened.  In trying it to deflect her
discomfort at having lost control of the conversation to her friend,
Crissy had now positioned herself in such a way that her skirt hem
had positioned itself to clearly display the crotch of her panties.
Rebecca's eyes fastened on the sight of the depression in Crissy's
panties that defined the cleft between her lips.  And secondly,
Rebecca was sure that she had just broken through the major barrier.
One more set of questions ought to do it.

Raising her eyes back up to Crissy's, she asked, "So, Crissy, how
many times did you two talk over the months; 10 times, 50 times, a
hundred?"

In her continuing nonchalance Crissy snapped back, "Between 50 and a
hundred!"

Crissy had just about admitted to having phone-sex with this guy
while she played with that very pussy, right there.  Being an only
child, Rebecca had never seen anyone else's pussy from underneath,
even Crissy's, and you can't really see your own well in a mirror.
How would Crissy's pussy look if she could actually see it?  Finally,
realizing that she had won through, Rebecca leaned far forward, now
on her hands and knees, over and face-to-face with the leaned back
Crissy, and said, "So with this guy George listening to you on the
phone, you have masturbated while talking to him somewhere between 30
and 80 times!  He listened to you get off!  He knew what you were
doing and you did it!  For him!  Right?"  Crissy just nodded her
head, looking up at her friends cute face challenging her.  Rebecca
continued her assault with, "You were naked and he knew that.  Right?
And you were playing with your tits.  Right?  And you had your
fingers in your pussy.  Right?  And you moaned and cried out as you
came.  Right?  Is that right, Crissy?"


Part 1 - Chapter II

Crissy heard all that Rebecca had said, and was about to respond when
she realized that she was looking inside Rebecca's blouse.  "You
can't go to school without a bra on, you ninny!  The Nuns will kill
you."

"In the first place, I'm not going to school today.  In the second
place why are you looking at my boobs?  And in the third place, you
didn't answer my questions, Crissy."

Almost having to force her eyes away from the sight of Rebecca's
beautiful breasts and stiffening nipples, Crissy responded with, "In
the first place, why aren't you going to school today?  In the second
place, why are you dangling your 'boobs' right in front of my face?
And in the third place," her voice now very quiet, "the answer is
'yes'."

"The answer is 'yes'.  To everything?"

"Yes."  Still quietly.

"Has he ever seen you naked, Crissy?"

"Yes."  Very quietly.

"Crissy!  You're so stupid!  He just wants to fuck you, and you're
letting him!"

"No, silly, he doesn't want to fuck me.  He wants to teach me."

"He has never tried to stick his dick in you?  But he's seen you
naked?  I don't believe it!  If he doesn't try to stick it in you,
but he's seen you naked...has he seen you naked a lot?  How many
times has he seen you?  Have you seen him naked?  Does he have a big
dick?  Have you - wait a minute.  Has he touched you?  Has he licked
you?  He has, hasn't he?  My God, Crissy, he's sucked your pussy.
How many times?  How does..."

"JESUS, Reb!  Slow down!  You just asked me 20 questions and jumped
to 11 conclusions."

"Okay!  Okay.  Just tell me what I said that was wrong; that didn't
happen.  Just tell me that."

Crissy just looked into her friends eyes, and then purposefully back
at Rebecca's precious breasts, moving with her breathing and her
excited chatter, and back to her eyes.  Rebecca sat back on her heels
and looked 'blown away'.

"He won't do me because he wants me to know all about sex and how to
have sex without getting pregnant.  He wants me to be safe.  And he's
teaching me.  And it's so fantastic that I could never explain it to
anyone," she finished in a rush.

"Wait, Crissy.  Why is him teaching you about sex so fantastic that
oh!  Oh, you mean when he licks you .  .  .  , don't you?"

"Yes, Rebecca.  But even when I just come with him talking to me, it
makes plain old jacking off seem, like, stupid.  It really does,
Reb."  Crissy was becoming animated again, wanting her friend to
understand how she felt, and she sat back up again forcing Rebecca to
relax a bit back from her challenging position.  When Rebecca didn't
seem to have a response, Crissy continued with, "Sex alone is
bullshit!  You have to share it with someone.  Somehow.  But guys
don't care if they get a girl pregnant.  So it's safer to either have
sex alone, or with the guy under total control, or with another girl.
George says that.  He says that girls just have to start out slowly,
see what they like, decide how far they want to go with it.  Jacking
off and licking and girls doing girls can't get girls pregnant, he
says.  That's why he thinks we should jack off together."  Crissy had
to hurry to get that last sentence out before she lost her nerve
again.  Rebecca was still looking so stunned from all of their talk
that Crissy wasn't even sure her friend was listening.

Seeming to finally catch up, Rebecca said, "So we're supposed to get
it on together?  You and me?  Because George said so?"

"It isn't like we have to do it, Yo!  He was just, you know,
suggesting it because I wouldn't do it with, like, my sister."

"So you're saying that he actually suggested to you that you and I
have sex together?"

"Yes, Rebecca, I already told you that!"

"But Crissy, girls don't have sex with girls, they have sex with
boys."

"You saw the pictures, Reb.  And he has hundreds more.  He explained
all of that to me.  If I can kiss a boy, then I can kiss a girl.  If
a guy can play with my titties, then so can another girl.  And...
like that."

"Come on, Crissy, don't give me that 'and like that' crap.  What else
did he say?"

"Well, he said a lot of stuff.  You're just trying to get me to say
all this stuff because you like it.  It excites you.  Doesn't it,
Reb?"

Looking a bit chagrined at Crissy's guessing correctly, Rebecca tried
to recover by saying, " No, Crissy, I just want to know everything he
said.  Well, maybe a little," Rebecca grudgingly admitted, "but I
really want to know what he said.  Everything!"

"Well...he talked about all the other things boys and girls do, and
just said that girls could do them together.  More safely."

"Okay, Crissy, but why can't you just tell me in the same words he
... safely?  What did he mean by safely?"

"Listen, Reb, first you wanted to know what he said and now you want
to know what he meant by safely.  Make up your stupid mind.  "

"Okay, he said girls could kiss each other and he said girls could
play with each other's titties.  What else did he say?"

"Well, they can suck on each others nipples."

"And?"

"They could masturbate in front of each other."

"Crissy?  Are we back to my having to pull every word out of you
again?  Why would two girls jack off themselves in front of each
other?"

"Because, Rebecca, they would be sharing their experience, making it
better.  Duh!"  said Crissy, trying to act like the all knowing maven
of sex in the local area.

"And when that got old?"  asked Rebecca, knowing where all this was
going, and wanting it to go there, and wanting her current level of
excitement to skyrocket.

"Well, they could, like, do each other.  With their fingers," Crissy
hastily added.  "Or a dildo."

"Have you ever put anything in you, Crissy?"

"Yes, a candle.  But it hurt so I didn't do it again.  You?"

"Yes.  I have a vibrator I stole from a store."

"Wow, Reb!  You never told me that!"

"Oh yeah?  Look at all you never told me."

"Well, like, I'm telling you now."

"So, Crissy, I'm all like waiting for you to get to what we're
supposed to do to each other, you know?"  and saying that, Rebecca
again moved her face very close to Crissy's.  Then, supporting
herself on just her left arm, she used her right hand to touch
Crissy's right shoulder.  "Come on.  Give.  What does your George
want us to do?"

Very aware of the hand on her shoulder, and the closeness, again, of
her friends face to hers, Crissy started repeating the part about how
another girl could touch her titties if a boy could.  As she said it,
Rebecca did it.  Slid her hand down from Crissy's shoulder to her
right breast, and kind of squeezed it while looking for the nipple.
It didn't take long for Crissy's sensitive nipple to respond to the
touch of a strange hand.  Crissy's mind was so focused on that hand
that she barely heard Rebecca ask what would be next.  When the
thought registered with her, she mumbled something about exposing her
tits for sucking, but Rebecca couldn't quite understand her friends
mumbled comment.  Since Crissy was looking down at Rebecca's fingers
now tweaking her nipple, Rebecca leaned a little closer and kissed
Crissy's cheek, then her jaw line, then her neck.  She felt Crissy
shudder, so she asked, "What else could a boy do that a girl can do,
too?"

Crissy was trying to 'feel' and trying to 'listen' and wanting to
touch Rebecca back and wondering at the soft lips at her neck.  But
she finally got out that a boy could open her blouse and expose her
boobs.  When Rebecca asked her if any boy had ever done that to her
she said yes.  Shifting her weight, Rebecca used both hands to open
the buttons on the school blouse.  When she, then, reached around to
Crissy's back to release her bra clasp, Rebecca again planted kisses
on Crissy's neck, then her jaw line, and her cheek.  But as she slid
her hands around to the front of Crissy, Crissy turned her face to
bring their lips together.  Just for a moment.  But then, again, with
more urgency.  Rebecca ran her tongue across her friends teeth, and
then from corner to corner of her mouth.  They each moaned at this
totally wonderful event.  Crissy had never thought about Rebecca as
anything but her best friend until George brought it up.  But Rebecca
had always had many thoughts about Crissy.  Well, since she had first
heard about girls doing girls, anyway.  And Crissy's younger sister,
now that she thought about it more.  But mostly Crissy.  Wanting to
love her, but not quite sure how.  Now, this guy George had solved
the problem.  He had brought Crissy to her.  Had told them how to do
it.  Made it seem right.  Safe, even.  She would still want boys.
But right now she wanted Crissy.  And it seemed like Crissy wanted
her, too.  Still kissing intimately, Rebecca put one hand on each of
Crissy's bare young breasts.  And they each moaned again, into each
others mouths.


Part 1 - Chapter III

The kissing was so sweet, so sort of timid and so almost demanding,
that Crissy was concentrating on only the kisses and the hands.  She
was back to sitting comfortably akimbo, while Rebecca was leaning
toward her, still sitting on her heels, to reach Crissy's mouth and
her breasts with the now stiff nipples.  Crissy's blouse was open,
her bra loose and above her breasts.  She was now using her own hands
to begin exploring Rebecca's chest, with her fuller tits and really
large nipples.  So far she was content to just play with them through
Rebecca's blouse because, after all, she had had a really good look
at them before when Rebecca was bent over her.

Crissy felt Rebecca's right hand leave her breast and come to rest on
her thigh, just above her knee.  Excruciatingly slowly that hand
moved up toward the center of Crissy's heat.  The gentle, sensuous
kisses they were sharing did not distract Crissy from knowing what
that hand was going to do.  The wonder of feeling another girls
breasts, and knowing that she would soon get to suck on them, did not
distract her attention either.  She waited, almost breathlessly, for
the first intimate touch of Rebecca's finger against her pussy lips.
When it finally came, after an eternity of waiting, it seemed
hesitant, almost accidental.  But that did not stop Crissy from
reacting as if she had been shocked.  At the actual instant that
Rebecca's finger touched Crissy's panty clad crotch, Crissy was
sucking on Rebecca's tongue.  Crissy's reaction was so intense,
compared to the slight touch, that Rebecca thought her tongue was
going to be a goner.  In her own reaction to what was happening to
her tongue, Rebecca pushed her finger more firmly against Crissy's
pussy a second time, felt her finger move into the depression formed
by Crissy's swelling lips, and definitely felt the wetness of
Crissy's panties.  Crissy broke off the kiss with a low moan as her
clit reacted to the strong touch of Rebecca's finger.

All of a sudden Crissy was breathless, like she had just run in the
house after the phone.  Rebecca's finger was still pushing against
her pussy, Rebecca's left hand was still teasing her right nipple.

"Wait - wait!  Reb!  Stop it and wait a sec!"  Crissy cried out as
she backed away across the bed.  "Wait, I'm telling you.  Wait!."

"You're the one who brought it up, Crissy, you dweeb.  What're you
afraid of?"  challenged Rebecca as she moved across the bed after
Crissy, who was flushed, panting, and still backing away.  Just as
Rebecca reached out to grab at her legs or clothing or whatever she
could get hold of, Crissy rolled off of the bed and moved over to the
wall near the window.  Realizing that Crissy was really afraid,
Rebecca slowly got off of the bed and approached Crissy.  "I'm sorry,
Honey.  I thought you were playing.  I'm not trying ta rape ya or
nothin'," she said exaggeratedly.  Then, more softly, "Relax.  It's
okay."

Crissy let Rebecca come up to her and pull her slightly smaller frame
into a loose, but nice hug.  After a moment Crissy said, "I told
George that I couldn't do this.  It's creepy."

"So," Rebecca said, "you didn't like kissing me?"

"Well, yeah, it was nice.  It was different than with 'what's his
name'."

"Yeah.  I know what you mean, Crissy.  Softer.  Not so pushy.  It was
... real nice, I thought."

"Come on, Reb!"  exclaimed Crissy as she sort of shifted a bit so
that it was easier to look at Rebecca's face.  "I didn't say it was
all creepy.  But some of it was..."

"Creepy," finished Rebecca for her.  "But you liked looking at my
boobs, too, didn't you?  You looked hard enough."

"You showed hard enough!"  was Crissy's retort.  And she couldn't
help looking down a bit at her friends blouse where it bulged with
two beautiful young breasts which were crowned by two suckable big
nipples that were clearly pushing against the material of the school
shirt.  Crissy was a seething caldron of mixed emotions.  Some things
she wanted to do with Rebecca.  Some...things, she wasn't at all sure
about.  At least, not yet.

"But, Reb, this was all too...fast.  I mean, we were supposed to ...
you know...watch each other get off or something and then...
maybe...help each other some...and like that!  We're jumping past all
of that!"

Rebecca, sensing that they could make progress again now as long as
she didn't press Crissy so hard, said to Crissy, "Okay.  So this
George showed you all of these pictures, and talked to you about sex
a lot, and listened to you get off over the phone, and has seen you
naked, and has sucked you off.  Have I forgotten anything?"  While
talking to Crissy, who was looking directly at her as she spoke,
Rebecca had begun unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom, up.  "This
old pervert has his mouth on your cunt and you're letting him because
it 'feels good,' right?"  Rebecca was careful to keep her voice
conspiratorial, instead of challenging.  The "I want you to tell me
more" voice.  The "we have secrets to share about sex" voice.  And it
seemed to work.

"Oh, Rebecca, if you only knew!  He is so gentle.  His...tongue is so
soft and sensitive one second and as hard as a rock the next.
Touching and pushing and...driving me crazy."

As she finished with the top-most button, Rebecca replied, "I've
heard it's real good.  And I sure as hell want it!  I just can't
imagine there being a guy in the world who can see a naked girl
without wanting to stick his dick in her, so how am I supposed to
imagine a guy who can stick his tongue in you and not want to fuck
you.  It's weird.  Especially as sexy as you are."  Saying that,
Rebecca moved her now free left hand over Crissy's right breast as
they stood there and just held it still, waiting.

Crissy jumped a bit at the touch of Rebecca's hand on her, but didn't
yet realize that that same hand had just totally unbuttoned Rebecca's
blouse.  She was concentrating on her mental images of looking down
at George's face between her legs, driving her crazy with passion,
that were sparked by Rebecca's recent words, and then making a sudden
shift back to the present upon hearing Rebecca's last words.  "You
think I'm sexy?  You're sexy, Reb!  I know I'm okay, but I'm not
nearly as cute as you are."

Rebecca brushed her lips over Crissy's chin, nose and lips, then
said, "Thanks, but I see how the guys look at you.  Especially when
you're walking down the hallways between classes, and they're right
behind you."

"You're nuts, Reb," Crissy said, clearly wanting to hear more;
stepping around a bit and back into the full hug.

Rebecca, further sensing that all was going well again, looked into
her friends eyes, fully conscious of their breasts pushing against
each other, and told Crissy, "Every guy at school would like the
chance to be in George's position; that is, the one's smart enough to
know it."  Crissy's reaction was to listen for more.  Rebecca moved
her right hand from Crissy's waist, where it had been since the 'hug'
began, and slid it down Crissy's right ass cheek while saying, "Any
one of them would jump at the chance to get their face up under your
skirt, kid.  They watch your little butt swish back and forth as you
walk, accentuated by your skirt, and they drool."

Crissy liked what Rebecca was telling her.  She also realized that
just a few months ago she would have thought that it was disgusting,
or stupid.  But the thought of all of them wanting her ass now
Rebecca's hand was massaging her ass, not that it felt bad.  It felt
good, in fact, but...Rebecca was kissing her ear and neck again.
What was it she had been going to say?  Oh, yeah.  "It's the same
with you, Reb.  I've seen the guys staring at you.  One time I was
trying to catch up with you before you got to your class and I passed
two guys as one of them said, "If I could just taste her cream once I
could die happy!"

"You're kidding me!"  Crissy shook her head 'no'.  "You're just
making that up, Crissy, aren't you?"  Again Crissy shook her head.
"Crissy.  Who was it?  Are you sure he meant me?  How long ago was
it?  Which class was I going to?  Maybe he still follows me, panting
for my hot Mexican ass!  Was it..."

"Slow, Reb!"  Crissy almost had to yell it to interrupt Rebecca's
string of questions.  "Jesus, you can ask more questions per second
than any one I've ever heard of."  Then, to take any 'sting' out of
her words, Crissy hugged Rebecca even more firmly, and let her own
right hand slide down to Rebecca's left ass cheek, and she liked how
it felt to do that to her friend.

"Okay, Crissy.  But swear that you're telling me the truth."

"I swear."

"Wanted to taste my cream!  Imagine that!"  Obviously Rebecca was
trying to imagine that in her mind.

"At the time, I didn't even know what he meant, Reb.  But I knew he
was talking about you, and I knew it was sexual."

"What do you mean, you didn't know what he was talking about?  How
could you not know?"

Crissy paused, and thought, before she answered her friend's
question.  She stopped moving her hand on Rebecca's ass cheek as she
concentrated on forming her answer, and Rebecca jiggled her ass to
remind Crissy to keep playing with her.  Finally, Crissy said, "I
knew that I 'lubed'.  And I knew that it was slick.  And I knew that
it only happened when I played with myself or when I was thinking
sexy thoughts.  But until George explained it all to me, I didn't
know what my 'lube' was.  I didn't know what it was made out of.  And
I didn't even think about why I had any in the first place.  So how
would I have known it was called 'pussy cream?' Or that anyone would
want to lick it?"

"And he explained all of that to you?"

"Sure, dummy.  How else would I know?"  Crissy stepped away from
Rebecca, took her hand, and led them both back to sit on the edge of
the bed.  Now, finally, Crissy could see that Rebecca's blouse was
open and her breasts were easily accessible.  That reminded her of
her own state of near undress.  She was thinking, here we sit, side
by side, boobs bared, we've each looked at the others panty-covered
crotch, Yo has touched my pussy through my panties, I want to touch
hers, too, but I haven't got the nerve, she has played with my
nipples, and I want to suck on hers, but I haven't got the nerve, and
I've almost soaked my underwear with my 'cream', and I'm horny, and
I'm hot , and I want to get off, but I don't know how I want to do
it, and she seems to be willing, and I can't make up my mind what I
want to do!  With that, Crissy started to cry in frustration.

Rebecca had seen that her very best friend in the whole world was in
some state of turmoil, but she didn't know what caused it.  She would
love to help her friend in some way and the only way she could think
of was to put her left arm around Crissy's shoulders, pull the two of
them closer together, use her right hand to move Crissy's head down
on to her own upper chest, and rock with her.

Because Crissy had her eyes closed as she softly cried, she only knew
that Rebecca was trying to comfort her, and that the warmth of
Rebecca's arm and hand and chest was exactly that; comforting.  So,
she didn't notice right away that her chin was on Rebecca's left
breast and that she would be looking at Rebecca's right breast, which
was not in the least bit hidden by the now opened blouse.

She would notice it soon, but not quite yet.  Now it just felt good
to be held and rocked.


Part 2 - Chapter I

Crissy was always good about telling me of her interactions with
Rebecca.  I'd seen a picture of her and would very much like to meet
her if she could really be trusted.  I was willing to wait for that.
In the meantime, Crissy seemed to faithfully relate her experiences
and conversations to me; sometimes in person and, far more often,
over the phone.  So all of the events and most of the words I related
in Part 1 were pretty much her words, or what I got out of her
implications.  But I've since also talked to Rebecca, and heard her
side of that day.  She isn't the least bit hesitant to talk to me,
now.  You'll find out why, shortly.  But she isn't Crissy-shy or
Crissy-hesitant.  She is Rebecca-go-for-broke.  I know I wrote it as
if I was there; a fly on the wall who could also read minds.  Alas,
that was not the case.  But I tried, following all of our various
conversations, both Crissy's and, now, Rebecca's, to record at least
my impressions of what either of them said or what they said
happened, so as to be better able to write this tome for you and I to
share.

Where were we?  Oh, yes.  (Do you really think that I forgot?  Posh
and piffle!)

Crissy calmed enough to want to wipe her eyes, but she would have had
to move her head to do that and she didn't really want to move.  She
was quite comfortable.  A little bent forward, but with some of her
weight being offset by her chin and cheek on Rebecca's very soft
shoulder - uh, no, not her shoulder, her chest.  And Crissy's chin,
then, was on the top of Rebecca's very, very soft - and fragrant
boob!  With that thought Crissy opened her eyes, focused them, and
realized that she was looking at her friends warm, voluptuous right
breast in all of its glory, inches from her own face.  What a nice
sight.  Rebecca was stroking her hair, which felt nice, and holding
her left shoulder in her hand, keeping the contact between them close
and warm.  Crissy decided that she could stay like this for quite a
while.  She liked being held, petted, and receiving one of the best
forms of aroma therapy in the world.  But, all things come to some
sort of an end, and so did this.  Rebecca noticed that Crissy had
stopped crying and was sort of nestling the side of her face into the
top of Rebecca's left breast.  Maybe she'd like to suck on a nipple.

"Are you okay, honey?"  Rebecca asked, very solicitously.  Of course,
she made sure to continue to hold Crissy's head against her chest,
and maybe tried just a little bit to move Crissy's face a bit lower
down her tit.

Crissy didn't notice that last, particularly, but she did feel the
increased pressure to maintain their relative positions and warm,
intimate contact.  Finally, she responded, "Yeah.  I'm okay."  While
forming and delivering her answer to Rebecca's question, Crissy moved
her right arm around Rebecca's waist to better support herself, and
take some of the strain of their position off of her own waist and
stomach muscles.

Rebecca, who took that movement as further proof that they were going
to make love, somehow, moved her own right hand down from Crissy's
hair and placed it back on Crissy's left breast, under her blouse,
skin to skin.

Crissy, feeling that movement, of course, had to decide if this was
what she wanted.  Maybe she was playing one of the 'sex games' that
George had said women play.  He probably meant that they play those
games with men, but it would probably be the same between two girls.
One plays weak, giving control over to the one who plays strong.  But
Crissy didn't really want to give up to weakness.  She knew it wasn't
like it was forever.  But, still...she didn't know if it felt right.
Rebecca wasn't moving her hand, but it felt really good to have
someone else's hand on her breast.  She could feel her nipple harden.
Maybe both were hard.  When she again concentrated her gaze on
Rebecca's right nipple, scant inches away, it was hard; the aureole
all puckered.  Then Crissy realized that there was another such
nipple millimeters from her mouth, and just under the cloth the
stinking-damn cloth.  If it wasn't for the cloth she could probably
stick her tongue out and touch that nipple.  It couldn't be more than
3/4" from her lips.  Her breast felt great in Rebecca's hand, her
face felt good basking in the warmth of Rebecca's body heat, her nose
enjoyed Rebecca's scent, her eyes could clearly see Rebecca's
tempting right nipple, and - Crissy didn't realize that she actually
stuck out her tongue to see if she could reach her friends left
nipple which should be right near her chin.  Then Rebecca flexed a
bit.  Crissy realized what she had done.  Rebecca immediately began
molding and massaging Crissy's breast that she had only held quietly
for the last few minutes.  Crissy finally decided.  George was right.
Playing the weak one wasn't so bad.  That's what she would do.  So,
without being able to directly tell Rebecca of her decision, she
decided that it was Rebecca's move.

For her part, Rebecca was pretty pleased with the days events so far.
She didn't really have much of an idea of the dilemma that Crissy
had gone through, but she knew that Crissy both wanted and didn't
want to have sex with her.  Or, as Crissy said George had said, 'go
slowly and decide what you like and how far you are willing to go.'
That had to be it.  This old dude, while he has his tongue stuck up
Crissy's cunt, told her to start out just doing themselves in each
others presence.  Then maybe do each other by hand.  And then get it
on.  That was it.  She had moved too fast for Crissy.  One minute she
was touching her tits, and the next minute she was digging in her
pussy.  Too fast.  Got to slow it down to get what I want.  What do I
want?  Well, yeah, Crissy.  Duh?  But what do I want after that?  I
want George's tongue licking up my cream, that's what.  God, I'll bet
that will feel good.  I'll look down at him sucking on my cunt.  I'll
hold his ears or his hair and rub my twat all over his face.  He'll
make me come and come.  Yeah.  That's what I want.  But...first I
need Crissy.  And she needs me, I know she does.  So what I'll do is...


Part 2 - Chapter II

Crissy felt Rebecca starting to shift around.  She thought it was
probably to relieve some of Rebecca's own discomfort at holding her.
But when she tried to sit up to help, or at least not hinder, she
found herself still leaning up against Rebecca, who had turned her
upper body to the left some, and had deftly moved Crissy's face to
where there was a nipple touching Crissy's lips.  (When I asked
Crissy if that wasn't pretty uncomfortable, she admitted it was, but
that she soon rotated her legs and body around until she was facing
Rebecca, and could much more comfortably suck on the proffered
nipple.)

Rebecca "loved" the way Crissy sucked on her.  God, it felt good.
All the way down to her pussy.  She wanted to suck on Crissy's tits,
too, but she was unwilling to break the contact just yet.  So she
just "cooed" and murmured to Crissy as her nipple was manipulated by
her friends tender lips and tongue.  Finally, Rebecca said, "Crissy?
Do you remember you said that George told you to do this stuff?  And
that girls could do it in front of each other and it would make them
feel a whole lot better than when they did it alone?"

"Mm hmm."  Crissy knew better than to talk with her mouth full.

"Well, Crissy, honey, I have an idea.  I really need to get off.
Bad!  You have me so excited.  And you're getting to suck on my tits
but I can't suck on yours.  And that's not fair, but it feels sooooo
good, hon.  And I want to do it to you, too.  And I want you to watch
me get off.  Can we?  Please?"  Rebecca felt that she had said all of
the things Crissy would want to hear.  She was right, too.  Even
George couldn't have put better words in her mouth.

What could have made Crissy happier than that at that time?  Getting
her best friend to sucking on her nipples and getting to watch her
fingering herself to orgasm.  Oh, Jesus.  This was going to be a day
she would remember for the rest of her life.  She sat up, looking
into Rebecca's eyes for the first time in at least half an hour.  She
saw the lust there that she wanted to see.  Lust for her.  Rebecca
wanted her real bad.  Well she wanted Rebecca, too.  Just not quite
in the same way, at least not yet.  Rebecca was willing to 'cut
back.' Yes!  Rebecca must have figured out that things were going too
fast for her and so she was willing to go back to jacking herself
off, as long as Crissy would watch.  Rebecca was such a friend.  Such
a precious love.  Crissy could almost do what Rebecca really wanted,
but not quite.  But, Rebecca deserved the best Crissy could give her
at that moment.  Crissy was so filled with emotion for Rebecca and
lust for Rebecca that she started quivering as she sat looking at her
lover/friend.


Part 2 - Chapter III

"Okay, Reb.  Let's get undressed and do ourselves," Crissy said, all
aquiver, watching Rebecca pull her blouse out of her school skirt and
take it off (with all of the beautiful movements and jigglings of her
gorgeous, young breasts.) Crissy removed her own blouse and already
unclasped bra as she watched Rebecca.

"But I didn't tell you my idea, yet," Rebecca said while kicking off
her shoes and yanking off her socks, which had her lying back on the
bed, legs up and bent to accommodate sock yanking, and affording
Crissy a mesmerizing view of her friends panty crotch again, now very
visibly wet.

Crissy stood up on the bed to remove her shoes and socks, while
balancing on the springy surface, and knowingly giving Rebecca a view
up her skirt as she maneuvered them off, and knowing from things
George had told her, and now from her own experience, how exciting
looking up a skirt could be in the right circumstances.  She noticed
that Rebecca paused in her own gyrations to look up at the view
Crissy was providing, and Crissy could swear that the level of cloudy
lust in her friends eyes went up significantly.

Rebecca finally put her feet on the bed and raised her hips.  She
unbuttoned her skirt.  She wasn't looking at what her own hands were
doing, though.  She was watching Crissy do almost exactly the same
thing; getting ready to drop her skirt, leaving her in only her
panties.  Rebecca realized she was holding her breath, and had
stopped moving, again.  And she knew that it was silly.  She had seen
Crissy undressing and naked a hundred times since they were kids.
She didn't have to hold her breath.  She could breathe while waiting
for Crissy's skirt to drop down her legs to her feet.  Of course she
could.

Crissy, having undone the second of the two buttons, ran the zipper
down and was holding her skirt up by her two hands, one on each side
of the zipper, when it finally dawned on her that Rebecca was
transfixed.  Jesus, she wasn't even breathing.  She was just watching
to see Crissy drop her skirt.  She, Crissy, was, at that moment, in
total control of another person, without even saying a word.  Rebecca
wanted her sex.  Wanted her sex so bad that she would probably do
anything right now, promise anything right now, if Crissy would let
her have her sex; her pussy.  Rebecca wanted her pussy cream and she
wanted it so bad that Crissy was almost willing to let her precious
friend have it.  'Take me, Rebecca,' she was tempted to say.  But she
didn't.  God!  George was right!  The power a girl had, if she knew
how to use it, was awesome.  She, instead, dropped her skirt and
watched her friends eyes bore holes through her white cotton panties.
Then Rebecca took a breath, and, slightly recovering from that very
dramatic 15 or 20 seconds of high sexual tension, almost ripped her
own skirt loose and down her legs to her feet.

Still thinking about the power that she had sensed that she had over
Rebecca, Crissy was considering something extremely flirtatious, like
stepping over Rebecca, slowly, to get to the other side of the bed,
giving Rebecca a chance to look up the soft curves of her long tan
legs to her soaked panty crotch.  Make her want to reach up and yank
Crissy's pussy right down on to her face.  That's what Rebecca
clearly wanted anyway.  But, then she remembered the role she had
decided upon; timid.  She was, dear reader, the width of a cunt hair
from giving in to Rebecca and doing it Rebecca's way, but she was
sure that George would tell her to stick to her plan.  Let Rebecca
lead.  Forcefully calming herself, Crissy stepped out of the circle
of her skirt, bent down to pick it up, and flipped it over to the
chair where Rebecca had sat earlier in the morning.

As Crissy turned back to Rebecca, Rebecca realized that Crissy was
making no move to take off her panties.  Rebecca stopped herself from
taking off her own, sat up with her ankles crossed, and her arms
around her knees.  Maybe Crissy wasn't ready for that yet.  That's
cool.  In the long run, she knew she would win.  She was going to go
down on Crissy and Crissy was going to go down on her.  Maybe even on
the same day.  It was just a matter of time.

Crissy sat akimbo across from Rebecca, again, and asked, "What was
your idea, Reb."  Crissy didn't have to try to look excited, she had
a suspicion that her eyes were just as fucked up as her friends eyes
were.

"Well, as I said before, Crissy honey, you were sucking on my nipple
so nicely, and it felt so incredibly good, and I wanted to do that to
you, too."

"That isn't all you said, Reb."

"What?  What else did I say?"

"You said about 'getting off,' Reb, and you know it!"  responded
Crissy in mock agitation.

"Oh.  Well, yeah.  I really need to get off.  And George told you it
was a good idea to watch each other do it.  So I thought, you know
..."  Rebecca just let her voice trail off.  Each of them knew they
were playing a game.  A tantalizing word game.  But it was fun.

"SO?"  Crissy demanded, shocking Rebecca out of her momentary reverie.

"WHAT?"

"So, Queen Rebecca, what was your idea?  Did you forget it?"

"I could not possibly forget it, Crissy."

"Well, ding-a-ling?"

"What?  Why are you name calling?"

"Aren't you the one, Reb, who just a while ago was ranting and raving
about having to, like, drag each word out of me?  And now your doing
the exact frigging same thing?"

"Oh, yeah.  Well, my idea was for one of us to lie down on the bed,
and the other one to sort of lie on top of the other, facing the
other way, and we suck on each others nipples."

"Yeah?"  Crissy asked, trying to be patient when what she really
wanted to do was get started, and be the one on the bottom.

"Well, that's it!"  Rebecca exclaimed.  Crissy stared at her.  "What
more...Oh, yeah, well, then I would - get myself off."

"And what about me?"

"Well, Duh?  Crissy.  You could do yourself, too, if you wanted to."

"Okay, Reb.  So let me see if I got all of this.  Let's say that I
lie on the bed, and you lie over me.  And we suck on each others
breasts.  Right so far?"  Crissy was getting more excited, if that
was possible.  But she just had to tease her...her lover some more,
to pay her back for the grilling she'd taken earlier.

"Uh huh."  Rebecca was mushing her sweet bottom around on the bed
while trying to look like she was sitting still.

"Then, you'll reach down and finger yourself to orgasm through your
panties.  And I'll watch you.  Right?"  Oh.  Crissy was enjoying
this.  Rebecca was squirming and Crissy was dragging it out, all too
innocently.

"Yes, Crissy," said Rebecca, in a voice clearly designed to
communicate patience stretched quite taut.

"But, Reb.  How are you going to actually enjoy your come if you have
to do it through your panties?  Why not reach inside?"

"Fine.  That'll be even better.  I'll reach inside."  With that,
Rebecca started to shift her position, but Crissy intervened with .
.  .

"But, with your hand inside, fingering yourself, feeling your
wetness, rubbing up and down your lips, grazing over your clit, maybe
fucking up inside yourself, how am I going to see anything?"  Oh,
this was so hot.  She had learned sooooo much from George that it was
amazing.  That's exactly how he would have teased her.  And did more
than once.  That clever old bastard.

While all of this thinking on the part of Crissy was going on,
Rebecca was getting frantic with sexual tension and excitement.
Realizing what Crissy was saying, and not really detecting that
Crissy was playing with her, she quickly whipped off her panties,
threw them over the side of the bed, and said, "Now you'll be able to
see.  Okay?"

"Yes," said Crissy, knowing that she couldn't push Rebecca any more,
and she really didn't want to.  She wanted to watch Rebecca get
herself off and she wanted to get off.  Probably just as bad as
Rebecca did.  But, thanks to George's teachings, she had better
control than lovely Reb had.  She lay down on the bed with her knees
bent and her feet right at the edge of the foot of the bed.  Her
head, in this position, was almost on top of Rebecca's feet as she
still sat there, giving Rebecca enough room to stretch out over her
without banging her feet into the head of the bed.  Then she reached
back over her head for her lover, looking back at her at the same
time, and watching all of her movements and swayings and jiggles as
she got into position over Crissy.

Rebecca repositioned herself.  She had planned all of this so
carefully, but she wanted to actually memorize how everything worked
out so that she could remember it forever.  Damn, what a sight.
Crissy lying there below her, her arms outstretched, looking back and
up at her expectantly, breasts riding high on her young chest,
panties pulled tightly to emphasize her slim girl figure, and the
treasure of her delectable pussy pushing against the material of her
panties.  What a sight.  No wonder guys went crazy.  Wow!  As Rebecca
moved slowly over Crissy, so that her face, and then her shoulders,
moved above Crissy's head and shoulders, she not only got to glory in
the changing view of light and shadow on Crissy's face and breasts,
but she could see Crissy looking at her own breasts as they
approached and paused above her soft lips.  Of course, now when
Crissy tilted her head back, she could see Rebecca's pussy, whereas
Rebecca could only see Crissy's panties, so far.

Slowly lowering her mouth to Crissy's right breast, Rebecca was a bit
shocked to realize that it was Crissy who got to suck first, because
Rebecca was a bit bigger than Crissy.  Then again, at their age there
was no such thing as "dangle" or "hang."  Ah, youth.  Anyway,
finally, FINALLY, Rebecca had gotten what she wanted for the moment.
Crissy was sucking on her nipples, sending more signals to an already
overheated and dripping cunt, and Rebecca had the nipples she had
dreamed about available for as much sucking as she could give.  And
suck they each did.  Each listened to the moans and mumurings of the
other without being really conscious of their own moans and
mumurings.  Rebecca was supporting her weight on her arms, but Crissy
finally realized that she could touch Rebecca anywhere she wanted.
So she started reaching around, finding places to touch or rub or
squeeze Rebecca.  She knew, now.  She loved Rebecca.  Probably she
had for years.  Well, she knew she had.  But not like this.  She
loved Rebecca now as a woman.  As a sex object.  Not to the exclusion
of George or her current boyfriend.  But she now understood that she
would not want to be prevented from sharing her body with another
woman.  She didn't yet know about 'going all the way' with Rebecca or
any other woman.  But the unique feeling of shared intimacy at this
level must not be allowed to fade from her life.  And so she mused as
her hands roamed the firm, warm body of her lover.


Part 2 - Chapter IV

When Rebecca felt Crissy's hands start exploring her body, she
started to lose it.  She was so close anyway that a feather touching
her clit could probably send her off.  Crissy used both of her hands
so that she pretty much touched the same place on one side of
Rebecca's nubile body as on the other.  But when Crissy timidly
explored Rebecca's ass, cheeks, valley and (finally, after an
eternity) rectum, that's when Rebecca shifted so that she could reach
with her right hand and finger her pussy.  Her moans went up in
number and intensity.  Crissy watched as Rebecca's hand massaged her
entire vulva, and her middle finger dipped into her depths to spread
more lubricant up around her clit.  It was obvious, now, that
Rebecca's idea had a flaw.  Crissy knew that there was no way that
Rebecca could finger herself to orgasm and concentrate on holding
herself up above Crissy at the same time.  Either Rebecca would not
have a really great come, or she would drop suddenly and crush
Crissy.  Well, that was a bit dramatic, but surely if Rebecca dropped
on her during her orgasm, Crissy wouldn't be able to see everything.
Of course, her mind had jumped to the proper conclusion five
sentences ago, but Crissy forced herself to watch Rebecca jack off,
while continuing to suck on her luscious nipples, and while
continuing to touch her all over, especially her very sensitive ass
hole, and carefully consider all of the alternatives she could think
of, considering their relative positions in relation to one another.
She could do it for her best friend and lover.  The more she thought
about it the more excited she got, and finally she moved her left
hand from Rebecca's sexy body to her own panty covered cunt.
Rebecca, of course, felt a hand go away, opened her eyes as she
continued to try to concentrate on the turgid nipples below her face
and her fingers dancing around and in her steamy pussy, and watched
Crissy's hand start stroking her own pussy through her panties.  She
was going to get herself off.  Oh, shit, thought Rebecca.  It can't
keep getting better or I'll die.  I've got to come.  Jesus.  Now
Crissy had reached inside her panties and was finger fucking herself.

That was when, on the cusp of her utmost bearable excitement, Crissy
started rubbing her own clit with her left hand and watched as her
own right hand came around under Rebecca, up between Rebecca's
quivering thighs, displaced Rebecca's own hand and started stroking
her lovers pussy and clit.  That did it for both of them.  Any one
within 50 feet of that house must have heard two girls bodies
shattering into millions of pieces.

Crissy's feet slid off of the end of the bed and the backs of her
knees dropped to the mattress.  She knowingly kept her left hand in
her own pussy and her right hand was stroking the outside of
Rebecca's pussy.  Crissy had stopped sucking Rebecca's nipples and
had turned her head to the side just in time to have it pinned by
Rebecca's collapsing upper torso.  Both spent a few minutes just
panting and recovering.  Rebecca was first to recover enough to move.
She moved around until she was side by side with Crissy, and leaning
slightly over her.  The only bad part about that was that it
dislodged Crissy's hand from Rebecca's pussy.  Each girl, in her own
way, regretted the loss of intimate contact.  Crissy couldn't help
but wonder at the feeling of her hand on a pussies slick heat, but it
wasn't her own pussy.  She thought she liked it.  At least she did at
the moment.  Rebecca was still just stupified.

After a gentle, long, probing kiss, Rebecca said, "Thank you, Crissy
Love.  That was the most spectacular orgasm I've ever had.  And I owe
it to you."

"Don't forget George, Reb.  He's the guy who's teaching me.  He's the
one who proved to me that jerking off by yourself was no where as
good as doing it with someone else."

"God, is he right!"  Rebecca exclaimed, then continued with,
"Everything was perfect."

"No it wasn't," Crissy immediately responded.

"What?"  from Rebecca.

"When you collapsed on me I couldn't see you get off.  And I couldn't
see what your hand was doing between your legs at that angle.  That's
what."

"Well, Crissy, I at least had guts enough to be naked.  I couldn't
see anything with all of that cloth you hid behind!"

"Well, Rebecca, you have two hands.  You could have taken them off if
you'd really wanted to see."

"Wait.  I did want to see.  I wanted you to have the best orgasm of
your life and I wanted to watch you.  Because I love you.

"And I wanted to see you come, too, Reb.  I knew you were going to
have a lulu.  You were so hot.  And the best part is that you were so
hot for me.  For that and a lot of other reasons I love you, too."

After a bit more kissing and some nipple nipping on Rebecca's part,
she got up off of the bed and walked toward the bathroom in the hall.

Crissy started to get up, also, and then realized that there was
something that she really wanted to do, had been wanting to do, and
must do.  She brought the middle finger of her right hand to her nose
and smelled it.  Then she sucked it into her mouth.  Then, after a
few moments contemplation, she got up off of the bed.

Rebecca, as she got to the bathroom door, looked back into Crissy's
bedroom for a moment, and saw Crissy smell and then suck on her
finger.  It only took a second for Rebecca to confirm in her mind
which pussy that particular finger had been in.  YES!!


Part 3 - Chapter I

Can you even imagine how excited I was as Crissy related that first
time with Rebecca to me.  By now, after all of our extremely intimate
conversations together, and a lot of sex together (never intercourse,
but me eating her out a whole lot) she seemed to have no trouble
telling me anything, no matter how intimate.  She knows now that I'm
writing this, and she has read the first three chapters.  She wants
to introduce me to Rebecca (last Thursday was the day that they 'got
it on' the first time) but I'm not ready for that yet.  But I did
tell Crissy that I was willing to talk to both of them on the phone
if they could both be in the same room and have two phones available.
Rebecca was able to do that, because her parents had more material
wealth than Crissy's parents, and more individual freedom than Crissy
would have at home with her large family.

It was on a Monday night to remember.  You may remember that I told
you that Crissy's family only lived about 15 blocks from me, and that
Crissy said that her friend lived 8 blocks away.  That friend, as we
now know, is Rebecca.  One of the last few times that anything
happened at my house happened the following Monday evening.  To
recount.  Crissy and Rebecca sort of had sex together on Thursday.
Crissy started telling me about it on Friday evening when she got
back from school but her parents weren't home yet.  On Saturday they
were here to do the lawns.  I hardly ever see or hear from Crissy on
Sunday.  Monday morning, before she went to school, Crissy called me
from Rebecca's house, and we discussed the three-on-the-phone idea.
I was supposed to believe that Rebecca wasn't listening in as Crissy
and I talked.  But I could hear extra breathing and stifled giggles.
So I poured it on as thick as I could.  The idea would be that I
would help facilitate the two of them having more intimate sex
together.  I used every thing at my disposal to arouse the two of
them.  Especially, when Crissy seemed to be hesitant about going all
the way with Rebecca, I reminded her/them that she had told me she
liked the smell of her finger after she had gotten Rebecca off.  She
said, "George!"  I, acting all innocent, went on and said that she
had even told me that she had sucked on that finger and tasted
Rebecca.  She cried, "Jesus Christ, George!  Tell the whole world!"
I, of course, said that I wasn't telling the whole world, just her
and she had told me in the first place.  Since she couldn't let on
that Rebecca was listening in, she finally dropped it and we came up
with a plan for she and Rebecca to sleep over at the latter's house,
start to get it on, call me, and I'd help lead the way to teenage
heaven.  That was the plan.  Well?  You know how plans can take on a
life of their own, don't you?

To this day I don't know what Crissy and Rebecca might have talked
about from that moment until they called me during their lunch hour
to say that that night would be the night.  Damn good thing I had no
plans made.  Actually I was going to work on this.  And I did until
they called me at 7:30, sharp.

They were in Rebecca's bedroom.  They were alone in the house because
Rebecca's parents had just left to attend their regular monthly
Bridge party.  It usually ran until midnight.  Kind of late for a
Monday night, but her parents were definitely younger than me and
could probably still survive that kind of schedule.  I could have, I
suppose, when I was in my late 30's.  But I could easily be these
girl's grandfather.  (In case your calculating, dear reader, that
means that I'm as young as, say, 54, to as old as, say, 68.)

To continue, they had decided to put the answer machine in the
bedroom because it had a speaker phone option so that they could both
hear me and I could hear them.  As it turned out, they had to move
the speaker phone onto the bed and prop it up sort of facing them.
Then I could hear both of them.

They said that they were both pretty much undressed, that being
panties and jewelry.  Nice image, huh?  And that they had been
fooling around some before they called.  Instead of trying to relate
the, "I couldn't hear that!"  and the, "What was it that Rebecca just
said?"  stuff that was caused by the speaker phone situation, I'm
going to relate the rest of this as if there was excellent sound in
both directions.  We don't need to 'fake' it that long anyway, as you
will soon see.  I'm also going to just hit the highlights of this
session at Rebecca's house, because what happened after is more
important to me and I want to get to it.  Besides, you already know
how I can go on and on, in ever greater detail, and you don't really
want that all of the time, do you?  'Course not.  Settled.

I was 'introduced' to Rebecca.  I said that I had heard a whole lot
about her and would like to meet her when the time seemed right.  She
said that Crissy had told her a lot about me, and she was interested
to learn more.  (That's what she said!  Don't you just know that that
made me quiver all over?)

I said that my relationship with Crissy was based upon truth, not
just sex stuff, and that I would want to know that Rebecca and I were
both committed to the same goal.  She said that she wanted that, too.
I asked her to tell me something that Crissy didn't know yet, but
that was apparently or provably true.  She immediately told me that
she had already known that Crissy had licked her finger.  She had
seen it.  I felt good about that because it was both an admission
that she was listening in on the call and that she was divulging
something that neither Crissy or I could have known.  I have to admit
that I was still worried about her.  She was either going to play it
straight and smart, or she was way too clever for her age.  And
before any of us dismiss that 'clever' part, remember back to how
cleverly she opened Crissy like an egg when she wanted to know about
me.  Any way, we all seemed willing to proceed.

Rebecca started out as the aggressor, but their roles soon leveled
out.  It seemed that Crissy was resigned to make full woman love to
Rebecca.  She just wanted to get there a little slowly and with my
help.  (It's a dirty job, but somebody etc., etc.) She sort of
pounced on Crissy and began devouring her nipples.  Crissy, on the
bottom again, swiveled around until they were back in the 'suck each
other's nipples' position.  But while doing that (sucking), it was
Crissy who began to remove Rebecca's panties.  A bit early in the
evening, I thought, but that's what she did.  Rebecca moved or helped
as needed.  Each girl was trying to reach around and touch the other
as much as possible, sometimes by my suggestions.  This was easy for
Crissy because she was lying on her back, whereas Rebecca had to
support her whole upper body periodically to remove the strain of
leaning out over Crissy's lovely chest.  At some point, while they
were suckling each other, Rebecca asked me what I was doing.  I told
her I was stroking myself slowly while listening to them.  That
seemed to really excite her.  She reached for Crissy's panties,
yanked them off with hip-lifting help from Crissy, and began
fingering Crissy's pussy.  Crissy was quick to respond by putting her
right hand up between Rebecca's warm thighs and fingering Rebecca's
succulent cunt.

After a short while, Crissy said, "George.  You should see this.  Oh,
God.  Oh, Jesus."

"What.  What, Crissy?"

"Reb is sticking her finger in me and then sucking on it.  On her
finger, I mean.  Sucking my cream.  And she's staring me in the eye
as she's doing it.  God that makes me hot!"

"How does Crissy taste, Rebecca?"

"You know how she tastes, George.  You've done way more of this than
I have."

"But I forget.  I'm old and forgetful.  Put your finger back in her
cunt, deeply, then swish it around in her hot honey box, and bring it
back up to your mouth and suck it clean.  Tell me how it tastes,
please."  All during this time I could hear both of them moaning and
sucking sounds from Rebecca.

"Creamy and so fucking good that I want to put my whole face in her
pussy.  She won't let me, yet, but that's what I want to do, George.
What would you do if you were here?"

"Honey child," I said, "I'd suck on both of you.  I'd tongue fuck you
both, suck your clits into my mouth and whip them with my tongue,
suck your lips into my mouth and nibble on them from top to bottom.
That's what I'd do if I was there."

"Oh, Jesus, Crissy.  Keep doing that.  Ohhhhh."

"What did she do, Rebecca?"  I asked, wanting to see them together, a
dream I've had most of my life and never have had a chance to fulfill.

"Crissy's fingering my hot pussy with one hand, and the other hand is
touching my ass hole."

"Crissy?  Wet your fingers with your saliva and then play with her
ass," I told Crissy.  By the sounds, something good must be
happening.  Just as I was going to offer another suggestion, Rebecca
came unglued.

"Oh, Jesus.  You did it, Crissy.  You did it.  Oh, God, I love you."

"What did Crissy do."

"She just moved her finger from my pussy to her mouth and sucked on
it right in front of me.  God I'm hot.  I think I'm gonna come.
Finger fuck me, Crissy.  Please, baby.  Do me."

Lots of moans and utterings and finally, Rebecca came.  Big time.
Then, Rebecca must have gone back to paying attention to Crissy's
needs, because within 3 or 4 minutes Crissy came.  Only when it was
all over did I find out that Rebecca had moved around and eaten
Crissy to a come.  It only took seconds, Rebecca said.  But she loved
it as much as she thought she would.  Crissy was almost incoherent.
She finally said that it was a fantastic feeling when she realized
what Reb was doing.  While talking post-org, Crissy said that she
knew that she could come again.  As usual, Rebecca caught that and
wanted to know if Crissy thought she was all of a sudden
multi-orgasmic.  No, Crissy replied, but George had made her come as
many as four times in one session.

"FOUR?  You're fucking kidding me!  Four?  That's just bullshit for
stories guys tell each other about how good they are.  Right?
Crissy, that's right, right?  George?  Truth?"

"Well, Rebecca, The truth is that the day that lovely Crissy had four
orgasms was a day when she got herself off once before calling me,
got off once with me on the phone, then came over here and I got her
off again with my mouth on her sweet cunt and then we masturbated
each other so that I came just a bit before she did."

"Christ on a crutch!"

"Rebecca!"

"Sorry, Crissy.  Truth?"

"Yes, Reb.  Truth."


Part 3 - Chapter II

"I need to see it for myself.  I want to come again, too."

Both Crissy and I said something like, "You will.  Be patient."

"I don't mean someday, Guys.  I mean now!"

I have to admit that I was quite excited, and where I could maintain
sensible control over situations with Crissy, this one had me by the
balls.  The chance to watch two girls together.  To have two
succulent pussies at my disposal.  I could almost come without even
touching myself I was so excited at the images in my mind.  And
Rebecca was as much as demanding to be done as I had done Crissy.  It
was just 8:30.  We'd been at this for an hour.  It was quite dark
outside.  I was quivering.  My next door neighbors, whose kitchen
windows faced my driveway and back door were at church by now, but
they'd be back at nine.  I wanted to suck on Rebecca.  Anywhere on
her.  If I picked them up, we could be back here and in the house
within 15 minutes.  I liked Crissy's responsive nipples, but Crissy
said that Rebecca's were at least half again the size of hers.
Jesus.  Okay.  We'll do it.

"Okay, we'll do it.  You girls throw your clothes on and walk over to
Main.  I'll pick you up in front of the drug store in 10 minutes.
Okay?"

A simultaneous "Yes" was what I got back.  I hung up the phone and
ran for the bathroom to shave again.  Don't want to scratch such
tender, young, succulent, fragrant, exciting, intimate, lovely, coral
colored, girl flesh.  Brushed my teeth again, for good measure.
Turned on the computer, just in case Rebecca wanted to see some of
the pictures.  Went around the house and closed all of the drapes or
blinds.  Went out the back door and jumped in the car.  I was so
sexually hopped up that I doubt I even touched the seat of the car
but once in 5 or 6 twitches of my whole body.  I had to calm down
before I picked them up or they would think I was a dottering old man
who went to pieces at the thought of having two young girls to make
love to, when actually I was a dottering old man who was going to
pieces at the thought of having two young girls to make love to.  I'm
sure that you can clearly see the difference.  Drug store!  Pull up
beside them and open the door for them.  Crissy gets in first.  As
soon as Rebecca shut the door I move out onto the street and head
back toward home.  Little is said until we get there.  I reach up and
turn off the dome light so that it won't light when the door opens
again.  We all get out and go into the house.  I sigh as big a relief
sigh as I have ever sighed.  And then I look at Rebecca.

Not too much make-up and it is a little smudged.  Gee, I wonder how.
Nice bod.  Probably no underwear.  Hair shorter than Crissy's and
just a little bigger than Crissy; both height and weight.  Now.  It's
important, I think, to establish who is who right off the bat.  So I
take Crissy in my arms and I kiss her warmly.  Then I say Hi to
Rebecca.  Crissy looks pleased.  I ask if they would like anything to
drink (water, orange juice, milk, Cream Soda.) That's all I have.
I'm not a drinker.  They want water.  I get it.  While I'm doing that
I ask Crissy if she wants to show Rebecca around the house.  Again,
Crissy was obviously pleased that I had deferred to her.  Off they
went.  I went slow in order to give them time to relax.  Especially
Rebecca.  When I finally came out of the kitchen with the drinks,
they were sitting in front of the computer and Crissy was showing
Rebecca how to scroll through the Thumbnails, and how to enlarge the
pictures she liked.  Even some lesbian pictures.  Who would have
guessed?  I gave each girl her drink and stood back to watch the
dynamics for a while.

Crissy was standing on the left side of the chair that Rebecca was
sitting in.  I had another chair and Crissy knew that quite well.
But she was content to stand and let Rebecca use the mouse with her
right hand, while her left hand was rubbing up and down the inside of
Crissy's leg.  Maybe Crissy didn't have any panties on, either.  I'd
soon find out.

I gave them about 10 minutes to look at the pictures, listened to
some of their comments or their Ohhhhh's or Ahhhhh's.  Since Rebecca
was rather occupied, I moved up behind Crissy and put my arms around
her, with one hand on each breast, and began kissing her neck.  She
moved her hair out of the way for me and seemed to really like the
attention.  I certainly liked playing with her tits again.  Rebecca
finally noticed and accused us of starting without her.

"Poor baby, Reb.  Do you want George's hands and mouth on you, too?"
Crissy asked in her best He Will If I Let Him voice.

I nipped her neck to let her know that I would rather not have those
kinds of games played tonight.  She then went on and added, "Reb
honey.  Just wait till you feel him loving you.  And you'll see him
loving me.  And I'll love you, Reb."  It was very quiet.

Finally I held my hand out for Rebecca's, took Crissy's hand in my
other hand, and led them both to the couch.  While we were all
standing, I lightly kissed Rebecca on her lips.  Then Crissy.  Then
back to Rebecca, but held the kiss a little longer.  Then Crissy
again.  Then I moved Crissy and Rebecca closer together and closer to
me, kind of a three-way hug.  This time when I kissed Rebecca, she
opened her mouth and accepted my tongue.  I licked her lips and
sucked on her tongue in return before moving back to Crissy.  Crissy
was obviously hot.  I knew this body well.  This body wanted to 'get
it on' again in a big way.  This time while kissing Crissy I moved my
hand down to her ass and up between her legs.  She moaned and Rebecca
looked to see what I was doing.  Next I did the same thing to her.
She not only let me willingly, she ground her groin into my hand.
Time for the next step.

I sat down on the couch, making it clear that both of them were to
remain standing.

"Crissy, take off Rebecca's shirt for her."  Crissy pulled Rebecca's
shirt out of her jeans and began pulling it up over Rebecca's head.
Rebecca raised her arms to make the process easier.  Gorgeous boobs.
And dark aureoles, with nipples bigger than Crissy's.  More like the
dynamite nipples on the picture I saw once of Allie McGraw, who
starred in the 70's movie, Love Story.

"Now, Rebecca, you take off Crissy's blouse."  Tug, unbutton,
unbutton, giggle, unbutton, one more unbutton and off Crissy's
shoulders.  No bra.  Each was feeling the others tits without me
telling them to.  Neat.

"Jeans, Crissy."  She knelt in front of Rebecca and unbuttoned the
girls jeans, lowered the zipper, and slowly tugged them down.  I saw
her signal to Rebecca to look at me while her jeans came down.  I
made sure to lean forward and look very hungry.  No panties.  I knew
it.  No socks either, so the shoes had to come off to get the jeans
off and Rebecca was buck naked, or doe naked, as the gender might be.
Without saying anything I just motioned for Rebecca to get Crissy's
jeans off.  Now it was Rebecca's turn to kneel in front of Crissy,
unclasp her belt, unbutton her jeans, lower the zipper, and tug the
jeans down those heavenly legs that I had knelt or laid between on
many occasions.  Both girls were watching me and I was appropriately
watchful and lustful and lecherous.  But, leave it to Rebecca, she
had to go it one better.  She pulled Crissy to her by the hips and
buried her face in Crissy's nest (no panties there, either.  Life is
truly good.)

"Crissy, you sit down here beside me and place your precious little
ass right on the edge of the couch cushion.  That's a girl.  Now
spread your legs nice and wide.  Rebecca, my sweet, would you please
bury your tongue inside this luscious cunt and lick and suck it until
lovely Crissy comes again on your mouth and face?"  Damn!  I didn't
have to ask her twice.  She dropped down on her knees and dove into
Crissy.  Crissy rolled her head back and began moaning instantly.
Before helping as much as I could by sucking on Crissy's nipples, I
told Rebecca that I expected to be able to lick a lot of Crissy-cream
off of her face after Crissy orgasmed.  That seemed to help them
both.  Crissy came in about 3 or 4 minutes.  She bucked all over the
couch.  Rebecca was a real trooper and hung on to that spasming cunt
until Crissy calmed down.  Rebecca was beautifully messy.  I got down
on the floor next to her and cleaned up her face for her while also
exploring her splendid body with my free hand (the other was
supporting me.) Then I leaned back and said to Rebecca, "Would you
please sit on the couch next to our sweet Crissy and place your
succulent ass right at the edge of the cushion, right here by my
face?"  To give her credit, she tried to be as graceful as she
thought she should be, I'm sure.  But this girl wanted head badly.
Probably she wanted Crissy between her steaming legs more than she
wanted me there.  But I knew best.  I was certain she could come
again.  Hell, she was quivering with excitement.  But her best bet
for a third come was if Crissy went at her last.  That I knew for
certain.  So she stood up, sort of tripped on Crissy's feet, stepped
on my right hand, and plopped instead of sat.  But then, she demurely
moved her body so that her pussy slid right out to my lips.


Part 3 - Chapter III

I was just as determined to make this special for Rebecca as I had
been the first time with Crissy.  Crissy was already alternately
sucking Rebecca's nipples and kissing her.  She had gotten on her
knees on the couch and was leaning over Rebecca with easy access to
her mouth and nipples.  That meant that her ass was also sticking up
in the air near me.  Accident?  I think so, but I'm not sure, and I
haven't asked Crissy yet.  First, though I gave my full concentration
to Rebecca.  In a bit I would also reach over and play with Crissy's
ass.

Rebecca shaved her pussy.  Not clean, you understand, but she shaved
a bikini edge.  I'm not a fan of clean shaven cunts.  I like hair.
But I do like 'neat' hair.  Not growing wild, and not all over the
area.  Both girls were my kind of girls in that department.  The
first difference I noticed when I looked at Rebecca's quim from this
close was that her inner lips didn't protrude.  Her outer lips closed
completely over the inner pair.  Not unusual, but not real common,
either.  At my first tentative lick of her sweet crevice, Rebecca's
pussy opened like the proverbial flower.  No kidding.  It was like my
little lick had triggered some button and opened the portal.  She was
wet inside.  Hell, she'd come once already in her bedroom before they
came here.  So I don't know why she didn't open as soon as she spread
her legs for me, but that's what happened.

Her fragrance was pure woman, with a touch of some soap added, and
the (in my never humble opinion) distinct scent/flavor of a woman who
has come.  Teasing her lips with little tiny touches was driving her
wild.  She grabbed for my head any number of times and then forgot to
hang on because I would hit this sweet spot or that sweet spot.  She
creamed profusely.  That I really liked.  There is a gal on the
Internet named Bernadette who can fill a shot glass in about 5
minutes with her golden cream.  I'm not sure that Rebecca could do
that, but maybe with more high excitation practice she could.  I'd
certainly be willing to help her.  By now she was very close to
coming.  Her cunt was spasming, her stomach muscles looked like a
washboard, and she was non-stop moaning and mumbling.  Crissy, also,
was getting quite excited.  I was helping by playing with her pussy
and her ass hole.

I decided that Rebecca needed to get this come over with so she would
still maybe be able to come again, not be passed out.  So I brought
my hands back to her pussy, opened her lips at the top and pushed up
a bit.  This left her clit sitting there all alone, with no lips and
no hair to protect it from my coming onslaught.  Making my lips very
wet, I placed them around her clit and gently sucked it up between my
lips.  She reacted immediately by beginning to thrash around.  Then I
alternately pushed her clit back out and drew it back in between my
lips like a little cock.  She started coming.  Her legs clasped me in
a death grip, her hands were pulling my hair.  Her hip action was
rubbing her cunt up and down my face.  Crissy was kissing her, which
did nothing to stop Rebecca's moans, but it was beautiful for me to
see.

When Rebecca finally calmed down some, she looked at me and said, "I
truly didn't believe her.  Not only was that the best orgasm I've
ever had, but I came twice in a couple of hours.  I'm wasted."  With
that, she kissed Crissy again, then leaned down to kiss me and then
licked my face of her cream.  Crissy sat down beside her friend, I
stayed on the floor and looked at both of them.

Finally I thought that the time was right.  Rebecca had come about 4
minutes ago.  She should still be up enough to come again if there
was enough excitement.  Seeing Crissy's face between her legs should
provide that excitement.  Then I had another idea in mind to help
things Rebecca-wise, along.  Then to take care of my sweet Crissy,
who was being so patient.


Part 3 - Chapter IV

I pulled Crissy down onto the floor with me.  I whispered to her for
a bit, then I went up to sit beside Rebecca for a minute.

"You want to look down and see Crissy feasting on your sex, don't
you, Rebecca"

"You know I do, George."

"And if she was tonguing you and I was under her ass, sucking on her
cunt at the same time, would you like that?"

"Oh, yes.  You licking her pussy while she licks mine.  God.  I'm
getting hot again."

I motioned for Crissy to start licking her lover while I sucked on
Rebecca's fabulous nipples.  Wow.  What a treat to have a nipple
almost the size of my little finger tip.  And hard again in a flash.
Looking down at Crissy, who after a tentative start, was in there
sucking cunt, I made my next move.  I stood up and undressed so as to
entertain Rebecca, if she chose to watch.  She did, and played with
her own tits as I stripped.  I don't mean that I "stripped".  Just
that I faced her and went sort of slowly.  When I was down to my
shorts, it was clear that I was excited.  My cut cock was trying to
push out my shorts.  I moved up on the couch, on my knees, next to
Rebecca.  Her eyes were glued to the bulge in my shorts.  She was
moaning and making little humping motions against Crissy's face.
Crissy was sucking and licking like a trooper.  I pushed my hips
closer to Rebecca's face.  My hands were on my hips.  She got the
message.

She reached over and tried to pull my shorts down.  Of course that
wasn't easy with a full erection.  She at least knew that she needed
to reach in and move my hardening cock to the side in order to get my
shorts down.  As soon as her hand surrounded my hot dick she
shuddered.  Maybe a mini-orgasm.  Anyway, she pulled my shorts down
with one hand while watching my cock appear, in her hand.  She moved
both hands around it and my balls.  I told her to watch me, and to
play with her precious nipples.

I stroked myself a few times and knew I could come quickly.  That's
what I needed right now.  I wanted to add to Rebecca's pleasure, and
get my Crissy off, but me first.  I spit in my hand and stroked
again.  Rebecca was watching as if I was counting hundred dollar
bills to give her.  I stroked again and again.  There it was.  I was
right on the edge.  I held most of my hand still and just moved my
index fingertip in little movements just under the crown of my cock
where the seam is, and my orgasm started.  I don't squirt across
rooms, but I put a respectable amount of come on Rebecca's chest and
hands.  She started moaning more, tightening up her abdominal muscles
just like she had earlier, before she came.  She was massaging my
come onto her boobs and nipples as I got off of the couch, kissed
Crissy on top of her head, and lay down behind her sweet ass.  As I
slid under Crissy, she lifted enough to let me get my mouth on her
cunt.  She started coming before I really got started.  But I tried
my best to help her have a long, long orgasm.  I guess the final
sight of me under Crissy's ass, and Crissy spasming through her own
orgasm helped push Rebecca over her final hurdle, cause she started
coming within seconds of Crissy.  I'm sure that Crissy couldn't have
truly concentrated on Rebecca's orgasm when she was having her own,
but every one seemed to be pleased, worn out, and happy.  I sure as
hell was.  My only difficulty was that I still had to find a way to
stop running the risk of having Crissy, and now Rebecca, over to my
house.  That was a real problem.  But this one last time...I could
die a very happy man right now.  Only Great Caesar's Ghost knows what
the future holds, but for my part, I could check out now.  Well...
after I take them back home.  Then I can check out.  NOT!

                            --- THE END ---

If you're interested to see the story that caused me to want to write
this one, look for At Risk With Lena, by J Edwins, probably on this
very same site.

If you want to share your views about my story, contact me at
StellaTeller@hotmail.com.

Copyright 2000 by Stella Teller.  All rights reserved.  
My stories may not be posted to any site, nor used commercially,
without my permission.

