Subject: Jewelry Store Girl (FF, oral, first)
Diary Date: August 24, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
Back at the end of February, my dad and I went out and to my surprise, ended up
having sex in the back room of a mall jewelry store, AND watched by the girl
working there. Nothing happened so far as she was concerned. Would that be the
same the next time we met?
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 � Cindy the Store Clerk
Chapter 2 � Exploring Cindy
Chapter 3 � Cindy Returns the Favor
Chapter 1 � Cindy the Store Clerk
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It�s always nice when a guy feels guilty and takes you out to buy forgiveness.
In this case, my dad wanted me to feel better about what I had done in order to
make him happy so we went to the mall where he was going to buy me something
nice � jewelry. Clothes, whatever I wanted. I love it when daddy tells me to
pick out whatever I want!
As it turned out, that night we did more than just buy me some nice jewelry We
met Cindy at the store where, to make a long story short (read about it in my
diary for the details � Feb. 2, 2008), my dad ended up fucking me in the back
office while Cindy watched in amazement. It was one of those one-time things
which, when it was over, I assumed would make my diary and that would be the end
of it.
Back in April I started dating Duane, a 29 year-old guy who I quickly fell in
love with � and lately even more. Now, five months or so later, I�m thinking he
might be considering proposing to me. We have joked about it now and then but
never anything serious. My mom and aunt have been teasing me relentlessly about
it, asking me every time after I go out with him if I had a new ring yet. I
keep telling them it has ONLY been five months so give it a rest!
Well, on this day I was looking for some work clothes. I teach at a small
Christian elementary school with a pretty tight dress code so I was always
looking for something fashionable yet within their strict guidelines for
teachers. It�s sort of ridiculous - women aren�t even allowed to wear pants!
Skirts have to be below the knees, bras required, no cleavage, well you get the
idea. Needless so say, I can�t wear 95% of my wardrobe to school and I had to
do some heavy investments in under-wire bras!
Along the way I happened to pass by the jewelry store where my dad and I had
fooled around so long ago. I�d passed it many times since, but never saw the
girl working in there again that helped us out that night. As I walked by I
glanced in, more out of habit than anything else, and stopped in my tracks so
suddenly I was about run over by some far guy behind me but I didn�t care.
Cindy was behind the counter! Well, I just HAD to see if she remembered me.
Being alone, I didn�t have any ulterior motives other than to see what her
reaction would be to seeing me back in the store again. Heck, with all the
customers they have and the months since that night that had gone by, I figured
she most likely wouldn't have an idea about me but it was worth a shot.
Stepping into the store, there were a number of people looking at several cases.
Poor Cindy seemed to be the only one working again. She looked a little
flustered as people kept demanding that she pay attention to them instead of the
others. One guy in particular was giving her a hard time. He looked to be in
his thirties or so, the kind of guy you know just by looking at him that the
world revolves around him and everyone should do what he says � the exact kind
of guy I can�t stand!
�C�mon sister... Look, I�m the customer and I want service,� he said loudly as
she tried to put away some rings that another couple had been looking at.
God he was rude! Poor Cindy looked about ready to cry and I felt so bad for
her. She didn�t look all that old and for her to be left alone in the store
with all these customers was really unfair of someone. Someone needed to help
her and I just happened to be uniquely qualified for the job.
�And just what kind of service would you like?� I said demurely as I moved in
behind the jerk.
Surprised, he turned around and then his eyes opened as he looked at me. I
could almost feel my clothes dropping to the floor as he unabashedly undressed
me with his dark brown eyes. He didn�t seem to be embarrassed at all as he
stared at my breasts - which were a lot more visible now than when I�d walked in
thanks to me unbuttoning the top two buttons of my blouse before I moved in on
him. It would have been better with a short skirt but as it was, I was wearing
a tight pair of jeans that were practically painted on, showing off my ass as
much as possible and pulling tight in my crotch. Actually, this pair was more
accurate in telling me my weight than any scale. If I gained anything at all,
they had to be relegated to my �fat� drawer (don't be shocked, every girl has
one whether she admits or not). My hair was down to my shoulders and I allowed
my tongue to run over my lips slowly. All in all, it was the best �come hither�
look I could muster on such short notice.
Why anyone would think a girl would just come on to him in the middle of the
store for no reason unless she was a hooker? Whether he thought I was tricking
or just a dumb blonde, either way he was so full of himself that he apparently
never asked himself the question.
�You know baby, the hell with this crap... I think I'll just take one of you,�
he said without so much as a hesitation. Yep, certified Grade A narcissistic
jerk. There was only one good thing about such guys - they are SO easy to
manipulate! I deliberately look down at his crotch, leaving no doubt as to where
my attention was focused, and then responded, �Well sir, would you like that
order to go or for here?�
At this point he seemed to finally start to wonder whether I was just teasing
him or what. Well duh! If he only had a brain as big as his dick, maybe he
would�ve figured that out from the start but sure enough, his ego won out and he
walked right in like a moth to a flame.
�Do you do home delivery?�
�That depends on what you order.�
�How about something to go along with my sausage?� he countered. Sheesh, was
this guy an idiot or what! It was Al Bundy reincarnated. Oh well, at least he
wasn�t pestering Cindy so I went along with it.
�Hmmmm, I suppose that depends on what your sausage can do.�
�Well baby, why don't you come with daddy and find out.�
What a moron. I made a show of looking around to be sure nobody was watching,
not that it mattered to me for real. Then I stepped in a little closer,
reaching out with my hand and pressing against his crotch through his jeans with
the palm of my hand. Feeling the hardness of the lump there, I grinned at him
saying, �Wow, I think I�d like some of your sausage.�
He put his arm around me and it was all I could do not to cringer as his cheap
cologne all but overwhelmed my sense of smell. It wasn�t two steps before he
lowered his arm and planted his hand firmly on my ass. As we walked out of the
store, I turned back to see Cindy looking at me with those same wide open eyes I
remembered from back when she first saw me sucking my dad�s dick. �Deer in the
headlights� I think I described them before. I winked at her and she looked at
me curiously but at the same time appeared relieved that her antagonistic
customer was being led from the store without further fuss.
So far I hadn't even asked his name but that didn�t matter, as I had plans for
whoever he was, plans he wouldn't have liked had he known them. On my way in I
had noticed that the usual security guard was lounging around near the doors (as
it seems they do at all the entrances these days). Well, for once I was going to
take advantage of one of them instead of being harassed.
As we left the store, the guy�s hand started to squeeze my butt � hard. Enough
of this crap. Suddenly my entire composure changed and I jumped back and
slapped him across the face � really hard. The look of astonishment on his was
worth paying admission to see as I looked over at the security guard and yelled,
�Help me! This pervert is trying to touch me!�
The fat guard hustled over as best he could while the idiot just stood there and
looked at me like I was suddenly some sort of alien creature or whatever.
�What the fu....� he started to protest but the guard grabbed him by the arm and
started to pull him towards the door.
�Let�s go fella, you need to leave... NOW!� he ordered him. The guard looked
back at me and asked if I wanted to file a complaint but I said no, I just
wanted him away from me and so they headed for the doors. Meantime, I returned
to the jewelry store. Cindy had finished with the other customer and smiled at
me when she saw me come back.
�I guess I should thank you but you really didn�t need to do that,� she said
with a shy smile, as if she was almost afraid to even talk to me.
�Hey, we girls have to watch out for one another,� I said, nodding toward her as
I buttoned my blouse again � not TOO high but enough my boobs weren't hanging
out anymore. �Besides, he got what he deserved... what an asshole.�
�I saw what you did with him,� Cindy said admiringly, �I could never have done
that!�
�Done what? Tease a guy and then dump him?�
�Well, it was more than that. You acted like you were really hot for him. You
even had me fooled.�
�It was just an act to get him away from you. I felt sorry for you to be
honest.� Then I grinned at her and couldn�t help but ask, �You DO remember me,
don't you?�
The way her face turned red was answer enough but she added, �Like how could I
forget you! That was the craziest night of my life!�
�Oh, so you don�t get father-daughter teams here every night that you take to
the back office and then watch them have sex?� I teased her. Her face went from
beet red to almost a deep maroon as her embarrassment deepened.
�Noooooo, that was the only time,� she said so naively I wanted to hug her.
�Did you ever tell anyone about it?�
Cindy shook her head vigorously and let out a deep breath, her cheeks bulging
out as she replied, �Oh heavens no, who would I tell? Besides nobody I know
would have even believed me!�
Then she looked like she was puzzled or trying to remember something and after a
few seconds she shook her finger the way my mom does when she is trying to make
a point.
�Do you have a boyfriend?�
Odd question but I nodded.
�Do you have a photo of him?�
Even odder question but I rummaged through my purse and came up with one of the
two of us that I liked to show people. We were at a party and I had my arms
around him, hugging him. She picked it up and seemed to stare at it for a few
moments before she giggled. What was THIS all about?
�I probably shouldn�t tell you this but he was in here yesterday.�
�Oh really?� I responded. She had my full attention now!
�He was looking at wedding rings.�
Oh my god! So Duane was looking at wedding rings. Was her just curious or
serious?
Cindy seemed to guess what I was thinking, �He didn�t buy anything. He just
said he was looking.�
She was being so sweet! I would have loved to been able to discuss it more but
then the bell went off as people walked in and broke the security beam. I
looked at her and quickly asked, �Hey, when you get off? Would you like to get
some dessert together?�
Cindy started to move towards the newcomers but she smiled weakly and said she
would be done in about half an hour. I looked at her with a �well?� expression
and she giggled and nodded. It was the most I could probably ask for under the
circumstances so I left her to her new customers and headed out to finish my
shopping. I felt a little weird, like I was a guy asking her out for a date.
Well, I guess now I know how apprehensive a boy must feel when he asks a girl
out AND how good it felt when she accepted.
I didn�t know if this would go anywhere and honestly didn't expect it to. I was
more curious to discuss what kind of rings Duane had been looking sat plus I
also wanted to know how she felt about watching my dad fuck me the last time I
saw her. When I came back, she was already waiting for me, clutching her purse
as she stood looking rather forlorn at the store entrance. As I was about five
minutes early, she must have been to leave sooner than she had planned. Her
head perked up when she saw me approach and her smile practically beamed at me.
�You know, I was wondering if you would really come back,� she admitted a little
sheepishly.
�Well, I�m here so let�s say we grab something at Eat-N Park?� I offered.
Eat-N Parks are a Western Pennsylvania thing, something like a Denny�s and known
for their smiley cookies and pies. There just happened to be one within a short
distance of the mall exit so we simply walked across the parking lot to it.
Again, I had this odd sensation I was taking her out on date or something like
that. Well, if that was the case, I was being pretty cheap as we didn�t even
drive and dessert at Eat-N Park isn�t exactly all that expensive.
For once the place wasn't all that busy and we got a booth right away to
ourselves along one side of the restaurant. They offered a salad bar and buffet
but I just ordered a Diet Coke even though it was just after 4:00 and I was
starved. She ordered a coffee and we decided to split a piece of apple pie �
with vanilla ice cream, of course.
�Soooooo...,� she said softly, letting her voice drift off. From the way she
was shifting herself around in her seat, I could tell she was uncomfortable and
was probably wondering now why she had accepted my offer.
�Well, how about we start by telling something about each other. I know nothing
about you and you know only a little about me.�
Cindy didn�t seem to be concerned about talking about herself and before long I
learned her full name, where she lived, what her parents did, how she still
lived with them after graduating from high school this past spring and now she
was going to the University of Pittsburgh soon to be in their nursing program.
The jewelry store thing was just until she started school to help pay for books
and such. It became apparent her parents weren't that well off which explained
her rather drab clothes. While she was neat and presentable, it was obvious she
shopped at Wal-Mart.
In return, I told her about me but only in general terms. For obvious reasons I
didn't get specific about my address and last name and such, as she knew a thing
or two about me that could have been embarrassing should the wrong people learn
about them. Thankfully, if she was curious about the missing pieces, she was
too polite to ask.
After our drinks arrived and we finished our �introductions�, we talked more
about Duane. I didn�t tell her ALL the details about our relationship,
especially how we�d met. Not everyone is open minded when it came to blow job
parties and I didn�t want her to get the wrong impression of me � or should I
say any worse than she probably already had. She seemed to have had a change in
heart about telling me too many details about what he said about me. I think
she was worried I might tell Duane and then he would be mad at her for ruining
his surprise � which hopefully he was getting ready for me.
Eventually I tried to steer the conversation to that night back in February,
when my dad and I had sex in front of her. There were people in both booths on
either side of us so we had to be a little discreet and keep our voices down.
Had they been just boys or something it might have been to let them overhear us
but it was some old ladies in one and a couple with a baby in the other � not
the kind of folks who I wanted to listen in on what we were talking about.
�So Cindy, what did you think about what my dad did to me?� I asked.
By being so blunt with my question it caught her off-guard which was what I�d
hoped it would, and her initial reaction was thus a more honest one. Her face
reddened again and I couldn�t help but smile at her reaction. Sheesh, it didn�t
take anything to get this girl embarrassed! I waited patiently for her and she
finally answered me, which was a relief because for all I knew, she might not
want to discuss it.
�Well Kelly, to be frank, I was really shocked,� she said, her face cringing a
bit as if she expected me to get mad at her. �I mean, what kind of father
does... well does THAT to his daughter? ...and what kind of girl does it with
her own dad?� She hesitated, her face back to deep red again, �I�m sorry, I
don�t mean to offend you, it�s just how I feel.�
Before I answered, a thought came to my mind and I smiled at her and asked,
�Cindy... are you still a virgin?�
Poor girl, her face was going to be permanently flushed the way things were
going. Finally she nodded, but she looked rather sheepish, as if I had asked
her if she was Typhoid Mary. I reached out and took her one hand in mine and
squeezed it. Her first instinct was to pull back but then she let my hand cover
hers.
�Hey, that�s nothing to be ashamed of... not at all,� I reassured her, �I had a
college roomie that was virgin and she was two years older than you (Cindy had
told me she was eighteen earlier). �Did it turn you on to watch us?�
Her head moved back and forth, from shoulder to shoulder as if she was undecided
as to how to answer and then her eyebrows lifted and she shrugged saying,
�Well... at first I was too shocked to do anything. I couldn�t believe you were
doing it to begin with!�
�But then how did you feel?�
�Well, it WAS the first time I�d ever seen two people having sex!�
�Haven�t you ever seen a porn magazine or movie?�
She looked aghast, �Oh no, I NEVER look at anything like that!�
�So you�ve never touched a boy before... I mean down there?�
Cindy�s eyes opened wide again and she drew in a sharp breath, �Oh no, I�ve
never done anything like that!�
�Do you like to touch yourself.� I asked, trying to shift the conversation yet
again to keep her a little off-balance.
�Masturbation�s not good for you,� she said, almost like a robot repeating the
words that had undoubtedly been brainwashing the poor girl since she was an
infant. I can�t understand why anyone would teach their daughter that
masturbation was a sin. Talk about child abuse!
Based on her response, I let that one go and went on, �So have you even KISSED a
boy, Cindy?�
She smiled at that one so I knew she was happier with her answer this time.
�Oh yeah, my boyfriend and I fool around a little,� she said with a gleam in her
eyes. I was sure that her definition of �fool around a little� was drastically
different than mine! She probably thought a French kiss was second base!
Finally it was time to ask what I was suddenly dying to ask. �Have you ever
kissed a girl, Cindy?�
Her mouth dropped opened, as if the thought was being presented to her for the
first time. �Oh no, I could NEVER do that, I�m not a lesbian.�
The way she spat out �lesbian� was like it left a bad taste in her mouth.
Still, I smiled at her and responded with, �Well, I don�t consider myself a
lesbian either but there ARE times when kissing a girl can be really nice.�
Our waitress appeared then with our pie, just in time to pick up maybe a little
of my last response and I saw her looking at me a little odd. Oh well, I just
ignored her and she moved on without saying anything take care of other
customers.
�This place is sort of crowded to talk like this. Would you like to somewhere
more private?� I asked Cindy, nodding toward the retreating waitress as Exhibit
A for my question.
She hesitated and I could practically see the gears whirring in her head. This
was all moving a little fast for her and I doubted when she reported to work
this morning that she had even dreamed about the events that had occurred so
far.
�Well?� I said, pushing her just a little without scaring her off.
�I guess so... my parents aren�t home tonight so it should be ok,� she finally
gave in.
�So wow do you get home? Drive?�
�No, I have to take the bus. I don't have a car.�
Would you like me to drive?� I offered. She nodded in agreement. It didn't
surprise me that she didn't have a car. A girl who wore Wal-Mart jeans and
worked at such a sucky job probably wasn't running around in a Jaguar.
Chapter 2 � Exploring Cindy
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Over her protests, I paid for our drinks and dessert. Cindy�s polite resistance
was just token and I could see the relief on her face that she didn�t have to
spend her hard-earned dollars. My car was close by so we got in and she gave
me directions. On the way to her house, we didn�t hardly say anything except
for her to tell me when to make a turn.
As it turned out, she lived south quite a ways, in a older neighborhood with
small homes. They were generally well maintained, though, and the neighborhood
seemed to have that pride which is missing even in some more affluent areas of
town. She mentioned again that her parents were away but she didn�t say where.
I didn�t push the issue but it seemed odd that she had been so open about
everything else but now she was being rather sheltered when it came to the
whereabouts of her mom and dad. Oh well, we all have our little secrets so I
allowed her have this one without any further comment.
�You can sit on the couch, I'll get us something to drink,� she offered as we
entered the living room through the front door, �More Diet Coke?�
As she left to go to the kitchen, I took a quick sweep of the living room. It
was like going back thirty years or more. Some older furniture was centered
around a brick fireplace which didn't look like it hadn�t burned anything in
years.
What struck me the most were the knick-knacks � they were everywhere. Just
little things, not Hummel Dolls or anything too expensive, just odds and ends, a
rather eclectic mix. Next were the photos. Somebody LOVED family pics. They
ranged from faded black and whites from a century ago to more modern ones and
everything in between. She seem to have a pretty broad family, to say the
least! Oddly, I ha a hard time finding any with her in them.
�That�s from our last family reunion,� I heard her say ash she came in the room
with a glass in each hand. I had been looking at one with what appeared to be
maybe fifty people in it. She pointed herself out in it and I had to say, she
was one of the better looking ones in the family, that was for sure. Still, it
didn�t look like her now but I didn�t point that out.
We both sat on the couch, each of us shifted slightly so we faced on another.
We sipped on our drinks, not another word for what seemed like forever but was
probably only a minute or so. Finally I decided to go for it.
�So Cindy, why did you ask me over?�
Her eyes popped open and she looked at me as if she wondered why I had just said
what I did. I almost giggled as I imagined what she must be thinking. After
all, it was really ME that had popped the question but I wanted to catch her
off-guard.
�Ummmm.... didn't YOU ask if you could come over?� she finally corrected me.
�Well, I may have done the talking but it was obvious you wanted me to come
over.�
Cindy again seemed a little flustered. �I never said anything like that!�
�Oh but your eyes said it all, I saw how you looked at me.�
�They did?� she replied, incredulously.
Without saying anything, I put my hand gently on her bare leg. She was wearing
a modest skirt that she had made sure to pull down when she took a seat next to
me earlier. Even so, my hand reached just above her knee, slipping just under
the skirt about half-way. I squeezed her firm leg slightly and smiled at her.
�Has a girl ever touched your leg like this before, Cindy?�
�Uh... no,� she said, her voice cracking a little as she tried to talk. She
seemed confused, as if unsure whether she should run from the room or tell me to
take my hand off of her.
Ever so slowly, I moved my hand under her skirt until I was about mid-way up her
thigh. My goodness, her skin felt so smooth and soft. She wasn�t wearing hose
or anything so it was my hand on her bare tanned legs. So far she hadn�t
resisted although I could feel the muscles in her leg tense more and more the
higher I went.
�Do you like me to touch your leg like this, Cindy?� I said softly, reaching
down from the top of her thigh to the inside, still several inches away from her
crotch though. Her skin felt even more soft there and I again felt her flinch
just a little as I took a handful of her leg in my hand.
�Just tell me if you want me to stop, Cindy, OK?� I whispered softly in her ear,
reaching even further under her skirt.
�I want you to stop,� she came back immediately. Well, that is what she SAID
but her tone wasn't nearly as confident sounding about it. I had a strong
suspicion that she was saying what she thought she SHOULD say, not what she
WANTED to say. She was going to have to put a little more resolve in her
demands if she wanted me to really quit.
I left my hand where is was and scooted over against her. I put my other arm
around her shoulders, pressing up tightly against her. She stiffened a little
but didn't push me away. My pussy was literally throbbing with excitement. I�d
never �seduced� a girl before like this. It was like I was her boyfriend,
trying to get to first base on the family room couch with her parents away. I
don't know about her but it was making me horny as hell!
Without a word I brushed her long brunette hair back, exposing her soft neck to
me. Images of a vampire movie suddenly flashed through my head as I leaned over
and gently kissed her on the nape of the neck. She jumped slightly as my lips
touched her neck.
�I thought I told you to stop, Kelly,� she said in a husky voice, almost too low
for me to hear her. Yeah right, her voice did but her body was saying something
else entirely. She could say stop all night but until she actually pushed me
away or clamped her legs shut, I was �staying the course�.
My tongue reached out and lightly licked her neck, tracing a wet line to the
back of her ear and then I sucked lightly on her ear lobe. With my free hand, I
ran my fingers through her silky hair. It felt good to let the strands slide
between my fingers as I stroked her velvet smooth hair. My tongue ran around
her ear and then along her jawbone and cheek. I could feel her breathing
becoming more shallow and faster.
�I�m going to kiss you now,� I said ever so softly as moved closer to her, �Do
you want me to kiss you Cindy.�
�No, we can�t do that!� she started to protest but I cut her off by placing my
mouth over hers. Contrary to what she had just said, she responded instantly,
her lips reaching out to meet mine, her tongue just as eager to explore my mouth
as mine was to be in hers. After several minutes, I pulled back and smiled at
her as our eyes met. She was panting, slightly out of breath from our first
kiss.
�So what do you think Cindy, is kissing a girl really all that bad?� I teased
her gently, wanting to make the situation a little less heavy but keep the focus
on the sensual tension that was building between us.
�I guess it�s ok,� she said hesitantly, almost distant. I took that as �yes�
and leaned in to kiss her again. She didn�t seem to tense up as much this time
although I can�t say she responded back enthusiastically. Still, she wasn't
saying no anymore and that was a plus. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I
moved my hand further up her soft thigh until the edge of my fingers brushed
against her panties. I lightly touched her crotch through her cotton panties
which brought an immediate response.
�No! Please don�t touch me there!� she gasped, slightly out of breath again
from our kiss. The girl needed to learn to breathe through her nose! Her hand
moved down over her skirt and pushed mine away from between her legs. I didn�t
try again right away, but instead just rubbed her thighs again, then letting my
fingertips trace along her sensitive skin. I didn�t say anything but just went
back to kissing her but the tenseness had returned. She didn�t fight me but her
response was rather lukewarm at best. It was like she was letting me do what I
wanted, but not letting herself respond. Undeterred, I gradually worked my way
back up until my hand was cupping her crotch. Again she put her hand over mine
but this time I didn�t let her push me away.
�Noooooo...,� she moaned, breaking our kiss just enough to get it out. This
time, though, there wasn�t the same forcefulness as the first time and with her
hand pressing on mine, I pushed my finger against her clit through her panties.
Whether she intended or not, I could feel her shudder as my finger rolled over
her little bump and the heat of her pussy made it�s way through her panties.
�Ohhhh,� she sighed ever so softly as I rubbed her some more. The pressure from
her hand relaxed as she shifted her position slightly to let her legs spread
apart slightly. I�d done this little maneuver myself enough times to know what
it meant � she wanted more. I didn�t know what her brain was telling her but
her body was reacting instinctively whether she wanted it to or not. I would
have bet quite a bit that she wanted it more than she was willing to admit.
�Your pussy�s so warm....it likes this, doesn�t it?� I whispered to her.
The house was deathly silent except for her breathing which was becoming more
labored and forceful as my finger continued to work on her clit. I moved my
hand up and quickly slipped it under the elastic top of her panties and down
back to her clit again. She wasn't shaved which didn�t surprise me all that
much. What was the point in shaving your pussy if nobody was playing with it?
�Nooooo, you shouldn�t do that,� she moaned, a little louder this time as my
finger touched her hard clit directly, spreading the hair away from it with my
other fingers while my middle finger caressed and teased her.
I reached down between her pussy lips to her pussy hole and put my finger barely
inside of her, working the tip of it in and out of her, wetting her pussy hole
with the wetness inside of her and then spreading it up along her slit and to
her clit, making it more slippery and easy to massage. Her hips were starting
to move slightly as she reacted to the rising feelings within her. I couldn�t
even see anything as my hand was under her skirt and was hidden from view.
�Right there!� she gasped as my finger crossed over her clit, making her jerk
involuntarily from the pleasure it produced.
It was the first time she had really given me any �directions� and I knew she
was now enjoying it and wanted it. No more pretending she didn�t like it or
want it. I reached down and pushed my middle finger up into her pussy. Damn,
for a girl supposedly as against doing this as she had claimed to be, she was
soaking wet where it counted! I rubbed the inside of her pussy, trying to make
her feel as good as I possibly could, moving back out now and then to rekindle
her clit. The panties were a real pain and needed to go.
�Here, help me,� I said to her as I got off the couch and kneeled in front of
her.
I lifted her skirt and pushed it up to her waist, revealing her white cotton
panties. She knew what I wanted and she raised her butt to help me pull them
down and over her legs and then slipped her feet through them, her shoes still
on, one by one. I looked at her and smiled as she sat there bottomless with her
hairy pussy in full view, I said she didn't shave but she DID trim it a bit,
probably for her swimming suit more than anything.
�You have such a beautiful pussy, Cindy,� I purred, moving one hand up each of
her legs slowly, making my way back to her hot little crotch. Her response was
unexpected, a little giggle which seemed to be more out of nervousness than
thinking it was funny.
�Tell me Cindy... do you like to touch your pussy?� I asked gently. She shook
her head vigorously, as if I had asked her if she abused puppies.
�Is it because your mother told you it was bad to touch yourself?�
This time she nodded, just enough for me to see, as if she was ashamed to admit
it.
�It�s OK when you�re with me, you know Cindy. Show me how you like to touch
yourself. I know you like it.�
She shook her head even more this time and I didn�t push her any further � at
least not for now. No sense in spoiling the mood by pushing her farther than
she was ready to go at the time.
�Would you like me to kiss it?� I asked, smiling at her again.
She bit her bottom lip and I knew she wanted to say yes but too many years of
brainwashing wasn�t going to be overcome in a few minutes. What was promising,
though, was she didn�t say no! Still on my knees, I pushed her knees apart to
make her pussy more accessible and lowered my head towards here. God she
smelled so good! She was horny, I could smell it strongly with my head still a
foot away.
Then, to my surprise, I heard her whisper to me, �I want you to.�
Now THAT was the most surprising thing I�d heard from her yet! I could only
imagine the courage it took her to say those words, words she undoubtedly had
never thought in her wildest dreams that she would ever say. I didn�t push for
her to be more explicit, although I would have LOVED it had she come out and
said something more like, �Lick my cunt, Kelly�, but I took what she gave as it
was already more than I�d expected.
When my tongue first touched her clit she jumped noticeable as I let it flick
over her hard little bump. Then I kissed it and took it gently between my
teeth, pulling up on it carefully and then releasing it to snap back into place
where I would lick it again. She was moaning softly now, almost nonstop. Her
hands were to her side, pressing against the couch as she let herself slide down
a little bit, allowing her crotch to lift up and make it easier for me to eat
her pussy. Looking up at her as I licked her pussy, our eyes met and I could
see the lust growing on her face, feelings running through her that she probably
had never experienced before.
�Show me your boobs,� I murmured as best I could without talking my mouth off
her for long.
Cindy seemed to hesitate at first but then she unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it
open to reveal a simple white bra, probably right off a Wal-Mart shelf. I
kissed and sucked on her clit, making her shoulder and she paused for a moment
to take in what I was doing to her. Then she pulled the straps down and over
her shoulders, pulling her arms through and then twisting the bra around so the
clasp was in back where she undid it and pulled the bra off with one hand,
letting it drop to the couch next to her. She still had her short-sleeved shirt
on, but it was open such that her perky breasts were fully revealed, She wasn�t
all that big, a solid B-cup I guessed, but they were tight as a drum and her
nipples were rock hard. They were almost identical to my cousin Kristi for that
matter.
�Touch them,� I murmured again to her, returning to her clit once again.
Again Cindy hesitated but once again, she listened to me and she cupped her
boobs and just held them at first. Gradually she got more courageous and began
to massage her own breasts, twisting the nipples between her fingertips as she
fondled herself. Her eyes shut and she leaned her head back as she played with
her boobs while I licked her clit.
As I licked her, I inserted my finger into her pussy again, sliding in easily
this time as she was as soaking wet as she could possible be by now. She was
tight, REALLY tight, and I could only imagine how it would be the first time a
guy tried to stuff his dick in the impossibly small hole. I wondered if she had
ever had anything up her pussy before my finger, maybe not even her own?
�Oh that feels so good... don�t stop... oh PLEASE don�t stop,� she suddenly
cried out, the first time her voice had risen above a whisper as she called out
to me now in a loud voice, lifting her hips up against my face and hand.
�Oh god... oh god... oh god...,� she started repeating, almost like some chant
at a religious ceremony.
Cindy�s female instincts were taking over as her hips bucked up against me, like
she was being fucked. Her hand were squeezing her boobs so tight she was
leaving marks where her fingers were when she would move them. I could hear her
breathing become faster and faster until she was panting like she�d just run a
marathon. Oh yeah, Cindy was about to experience her first orgasm!
�OH GOD!!� she practically screamed this time, just a single outburst and then
her hips lifted up and stayed up this time, like she was being hit with a bolt
of electricity and being electrocuted. Her pussy spasmed and I could feel it
tighten even more than it had been around my finger. She was cumming and I
loved it! I had one free hand so I started playing with myself, rubbing myself
through my tight jeans as I was still fully dressed.
�What happened to me?� she gasped as she finally relaxed and dropped to the
couch suddenly. Her chest was beet red and her eyes were ablaze with passion.
�You just had your first orgasm, Cindy... wasn�t it wonderful?�
�I never thought it would be like THAT, though,� she finally managed to gasp,
�That was... that was incredible!�
Chapter 3 � Cindy Returns the Favor
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I stood up and sat back down next to her again. I could feel the wetness of her
pussy all over my face as I leaned over to kiss her. This time, instead of
sitting there like a statue, waiting for me to make all the moves, she turned to
me and leaned towards me. She must have smelled and tasted herself on my face
and tongue but if she was bothered at all by it, she didn�t say a thing. I
wondered if she had ever tasted herself before?
�Do you like the taste of your pussy on me?� I asked her, not sure if she would
respond.
�Mmmmm, yesssssss,� she sighed as the walls that had been guarding her sexuality
continued to crumble. An hour earlier she would never have even dreamed of
tasting her own pussy, let alone tell me how good it tasted.
�Would you like to taste mine?� I asked quietly, not wanting to push too hard
but yet seizing on the moment.
�Mmmmm, yesssssss,� she sighed again, almost like she was hypnotized and just
answering automatically. Her orgasm must have been incredibly powerful and as
unaccustomed to having one as she have, the after shocks were still undoubtedly
affecting her thinking.
�Undress me Cindy,� I said, more as a suggestion than a demand.
I stood up in front of her and she undid my jeans and finally managed to work
them down and to the floor. She looked at my bare bottom and giggled, almost
like she was drunk.
�Kelly doesn't wear panties,� she declared in a sing-song voice, like
schoolgirls chanting when they tease some poor girl about something. �You�re a
naughty girl.�
Yep, if I hadn�t know better, I would be giving her a breathalyzer test because
she was acting like she was wiped out drunk! I kicked off my shoes and stepped
out of the jeans, pulling my blouse off at the same time such that I was stark
naked in front of her.
�Kelly doesn�t wear a bra either, she�s REALLY a naughty girl,� Cindy went,
almost making me wonder if she hadn't slipped herself something back when she
got a drink but I knew better. She was on the most powerful drug of all � sex.
I pushed her back on the couch so she was almost on her back with her ass barely
on the couch. Straddling her, I stood over her and put my hands on the back of
the couch behind her to keep my balance as I lowered my crotch to her face.
Cindy didn�t need any encouragement anymore. She reached up with her hands,
planting them on my ass and pulling me into her face. I felt her mouth and nose
against my freshly shaved pussy as she tried to lick me.
One nice thing about sex with girls is they already know who to make a girl feel
good. Had this a guy, I would have been getting frustrated trying to get him to
touch me and lick me in the right places, and what to expect when I finally did
cum. Not so with a girl. Even when it�s her first time, a girl instinctively
knows how to eat pussy. After all, she knows what SHE likes so all she had to
do is do the same thing to her partner. Admittedly, every girl has her own
quirks as well but it�s not on a scale like men where each wants his dick sucked
differently. Cindy knew what to do and she wasted no time in doing it to me.
I could feel how hot and wet I was so I imagined my pussy must have had a strong
sex scent but that didn�t deter Cindy for even a second. She buried her face in
my crotch like she�d been doing it all her life and went to work on my clit like
a pro from the start. Damn, she was a natural born pussy eater. I wondered if
she would be as good at sucking dick as she was at eating pussy? I tried to
encourage her and tell her how good she was doing, maintaining as continuous a
banter as I could while she licked me. It didn't take long for my own orgasm to
arrive. If there is one thing I was blessed with, it was an easy-to-get orgasm!
�Oh Cindy, you�re making me cum,� I moaned as I felt my pussy begin to flood her
face with cum. I don�t know if she was expecting all that to come out of me but
she took it like a trooper, if anything lapping it up like a cat with a bowel of
spilt milk.
God it felt so good to stand there naked over her, feeling her hands on my butt
and her tongue on my clit. I wanted it to never stop, to keep going and going
and going. My knees started to buckle as I tried to keep my composure as I came
even harder. Cindy, whether she knew what she was doing or just luck, never
stopped but kept on licking me and driving me to an even more wonderful orgasm.
Finally I couldn�t stand anymore and once again I dropped on the couch next to
her. She pulled herself up so she was closer to sitting up straight. She still
had on that silly skirt, although he rest of her was nude. She unsnapped the
side of it and unzipped it, sliding it down so we were naked next to one
another. We turned and rolled out on the couch so we were laying naked on our
sides. We barely fit but it was good enough. Our legs meshed such that we each
could press our pussy against the other�s thigh and the gentle pressure of her
leg against me was such that I almost came again!
For the next ten or fifteen minutes, we just hugged each other and pressed our
sweating, naked bodies tightly against the other. I loved the feel of her perky
breast against mine and her wet pussy sliding on my thigh as she instinctively
humped my leg like a dog in heat, only slower. We kissed like lovers, out
tongues touching and our hands roaming over each other. It was heaven! I could
have stayed that way all night but I also knew there came a time when things had
to end. It was like we somehow were on the same wavelength as we both started
to say something about it at the same time. We giggled at it and then kissed
one last time.
As I gather my clothes and struggled to get my jeans back on, she picked up her
things but kept them in a pile on the couch. No doubt she was going to shower
before her parents came home and she smelled like a whore in heat.
�Well, was that what you expected?� I asked her with a grin on my face.
�No!� she said empathically. Then she laughed at having tease me and continued,
�I didn't expect ANY of that so no, it wasn't what I expected at all!�
�OK my little tease, then was it good for you?�
�Oh Kelly, I don't know what to say. I never dreamed of ever doing anything
like this!�
I could understand how a girl her age, having passed so many opportunities until
tonight, might feel having sex for the first time. God, the emotions and
feelings that she must be feeling now must be incredible!
We kissed one last time, me in my clothes and her naked this time. She was
beautiful and seeing her now, with her hair a wreck, sweating and smelling of
sex, she was even more pretty than ever. She could pass for a genuine slut the
way she looked now! We never even mentioned getting together again as I think
we both realized this was a one time thing. Would she do it with another girl?
Was her boyfriend in for a surprise the next time they were alone?
One thing I knew for sure... I was going to have to do more jewelry shopping in
the future.
THE END