Subject: Halloween Party
Story Codes: FF F-solo oral
Diary Date: October 31, 2006
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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My church considers Halloween to be a pagan ritual so we have an
"alternative" party for parents who don't want their kids to be demons
for the night. Even so, I found that you can still be a little devilish,
even at the most unlikely of places!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - A Halloween Rant
Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
Chapter 3 - Flirting With Michelle
Chapter 4 - Michelle's First Time With a Girl - ME!
Chapter 1 - A Halloween Rant
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When I was growing up as a little girl in Pittsburgh, I loved Halloween.
It was a time to dress up silly, go around the neighborhood collecting
candy, and have fun at a party or two. Sure there were some scary
costumes and movies, but that's all they were - movies and costumes.
Nobody I knew took it any more serious than that, let alone look at it
all with any religious connotations. That was then...
As a senior in college, one of my biggest activities outside of school is
working with the youth at the local church. Although not my specific
brand of religion (I was raised Presbyterian), it worked for me Most of
the kids I worked with were between twelve and fifteen, boys and girls.
I dealt mostly with the girls and it never ceased to amaze me how even in
your stereotypical WASP church in middle-America, kids still had issues
that their parents might never believe - or even want to know about.
Think just because your fourteen year-old daughter goes to church, gets
good grades, and dresses like a princess that she doesn't have problems?
Think again. Teen pregnancy, STDs, sexual molestation, and just plain
sexual curiosity are just as much a part of their lives as any other kid.
Admittedly, the really big ticket items - STD, pregnancy, etc., have been
few and far between. The biggest issues I have had to deal with mostly
center around a parent's inability to address the sexually-related
questions and changes every teen girl has as she grow up. I was amazed
the first time a girl asked me about her period. My god, why didn't her
mom tell her anything about it? Birth control? Well, I guess some
mothers figure if they don't talk about it, then it won't happen. Yeah,
right. What's worse moms - telling your daughter about birth controls or
letting her get pregnant? She's going to have sex whether you like it or
not so why not protect her as best you can?
Pardon my rant but it helps to explain my issue with Halloween at the
church I help out at. Someone managed to convince the masses that
Halloween is based on some pagan ritual and exploits our children by
convincing them that satanic ritualism is OK. What a line of BS!
Nonetheless, these politically-correct fear-mongers have managed to
eliminate the traditional Halloween in favor of what they call "Harvest
Festival". All brought to by the same type of hypocrites who complained
when Pittsburgh started calling the Christmas Season "Sparkle Season:.
So now instead of dressing up like goblins and witches, the dress code
requires something "nice" like a princess or action hero. No ghosts or
other harbingers of the apocalypse. The party has most of the trappings
of the usual party - apple bobbing, pin-the-tail, and such but no mention
of anything with a straw broom or that rattles in the dark. No haunted
houses but we did have a "Holiday farm House". Don't even ask me about
it!
Oh well, at least the kids will grow up to be wonderful human beings with
high self-esteem and family values. (If you believe that, I have some
good swamp land to sell you!)
Chapter 2 - Getting Ready
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It was my responsibility to act as a chaperone during the event. That
meant primarily keeping one eye on the little monsters *oops - no
monsters allowed, I meant "young-ins") to be sure they stayed in sight.
Despite all the rhetoric, everyone knew they were still young adolescents
and you know what that means!
My partner in crime for the evening was Michelle, a twenty year-old
sophomore from town. She didn't go to school but instead had chosen to
do the beauty school route and now did old ladies in some local hair
shop. Michelle's family had been in town for several generations
although she was the only one to go to this church. The rest of her
family were traditional Baptists and from what she said, quite horrified
that she was going outside their religion! It sounded more like she was
converting to be a Muslim than just another branch of the Christian
Church but that's how some people are.
Michelle said her parent's church was boring and she enjoyed being with
the college age crowd that attended this church, even if most of us were
students and for the most part a great deal more religious than she was.
Personally, I don't think Michelle is really saved but she knows the
right words to say and when to say them so nobody hassles her. At least
she attends church and I figure maybe something will rub off given time.
She started coming about the same time I returned to school and in the
space of a couple of months we had become good friends, even if the only
time I ever saw her was twice a week at church.
The day of the party I was still fretting over what to wear. For a
moment I found myself daydreaming about what I might have chosen had it
been for a party with my friends back home. My, now THAT would be
interesting! My dad use to buy me outfits for Christmas that I would
dress up in after we opened our presents and put on a private fashion
show for him and my mom. Most of them were what you might expect, the
traditional schoolgirl skirt and blouse, the naughty nurse, the ever-
favorite French maid, and so on. It was all just for fun and it use to
give me a bit of a thrill to try them on and show myself off in them.
What made it best was knowing my dad had bought them, especially for me!
It goes without saying that such outfits weren't going to be in vogue at
my church's party. Being I was just going to be a chaperone, it really
didn't matter all that much what I wore anyway but I couldn't go in just
jeans and a shirt. Finally, out of desperation I went to a friend of
mine, Kristen, who was on the cheerleading squad. Kristen was about my
size and figure so I pleaded with her to let me borrow her outfit for the
night.
Kristen wasn't too thrilled with the idea. There were supposedly rules
about when the uniforms could be worn and she wasn't sure a costume party
met the guidelines. When I explained it was for the church party, she
finally caved but told me I'd better not go anywhere else with it on.
That wasn't too hard a promise as being a cheerleader wasn't exactly on
my list of lifetime goals I hoped to achieve. I'd never even tried out
to be a cheerleader and in fact, throughout high school I genuinely
despised most of the little wenches. Of course, there WAS that time when
my dad gave me a cheerleading outfit for Christmas but it was a little
more revealing than your average school version!
Back in my room, my roomie had returned and she laughed when she saw me
carrying in a cheerleader outfit.
"Well I'll be," she laughed, "And I thought you hated cheerleaders!"
I gave Ali a "don't go there" look and tossed the outfit on the bed and
started to get undressed. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. I
had to be at the church in just over an hour and here I was just starting
to get ready!
My clothes were quickly in their usual location - a pile on the floor,
leaving me standing in the room naked and a bit chilly. Ali had turned
back to her computer and wasn't paying a bit of attention to me. Ali was
a great girl and overall a wonderful roomie but she didn't have the
slightest bit of interest in girls. Now BOYS were another matter
entirely but even then, she was really just a big flirt and had only been
with one guy so far and that was way back in high school! She was quite
pretty and many a time I'd watch her undress and wish she would turn and
let me kiss her all over!
Over my almost four year career at college I'd been lucky to have a wide
range of roomies with varying interests and values. Brenda, my freshman
roomie, also turned out to be my first girl I had sex with (not counting
my Aunt Linda and my mom). She was certainly more than I ever dreamed of
getting in a roomie, especially at a religious university! What made it
even better was her brother - who just happened to be married and very
horny!
Karen, my sophomore dorm roomie, was about as opposite as you get, at
least sexually, from Brenda. Karen was a knockout but totally frigid.
She wanted to keep her virginity for marriage and even considered
masturbation a form of sex and thus totally abstained from it. I don't
know how she did it and as you might imagine, it put quite a crimp in my
lifestyle as she would get upset even if just slept naked, let alone
masturbated.
Fortunately, my junior year I was blessed with another roomie who enjoyed
sex. Jen had a boyfriend back home whom she loved to carry on explicit
phone sex calls while she masturbated. She wasn't into girls, however,
until I finally convinced her to try the other side for a while. In the
end, she stuck with her boyfriend and didn't return for her senior year
so that she could stay home with him.
So of my four roomies, Ali ranked probably third in terms of sexual
awareness. She didn't get hung up if I walked by her nude and so long as
I didn't make it TOO obvious, pretty much ignored me if I masturbated in
my bed. I guess you could classify her as "tolerant" - she didn't stop
me from doing most things I wanted but didn't participate herself. At
least she let me take care of myself without making me run to the
bathroom like I had to with Karen!
Oh well, once again I gave up on getting a reaction from Ali and wrapped
myself in a towel to go to the bathroom. Our three bedroom apartment had
just one bathroom but fortunately it was large and let two of us have our
own sink at a time. There were separate showers and bathtubs and two
toilet stalls but you can imagine how crowded things got when we all were
getting ready at the same time!
For once I had the bathroom to myself and I stepped in the shower for a
quick rinse. When I first checked out the bathroom I remember laughing
at the shower stall. For a school where sex was taboo and masturbation
was off-limits for discussion, there in the shower stall was a girl's
best friend - a shower massager with a six-foot stainless steel hose! I
didn't know for sure about the others but I know me and Mr. Massager had
shared more than a few good times together!
As I pointed the pulsing water to my pussy and rubbed myself clean with
body lotion, my fingers lingered over my pussy for a few seconds and I
felt a little tingle that I knew would quickly grow if I allowed it to.
Just then someone walked in to use the toilet so I decided to wait for
another time, even if it WOULD have been nice to get off once before the
party started.
Although I would never have admitted it to anyone, there were a few of my
charges that were pretty hot for their ages and I often dreamed after
returning home of what it would be like to add a sex-ed class to our
curriculum. It wasn't just the boys either. Some of the girls had all
the right looks and moves for a future career as class slut and from what
I had heard, some of them were already well on their way.
Whoever it was taking a dump certainly seemed to be taking her time about
it and for a moment I was tempted to offer Mr. Massager but then thought
better of it. I wasn't sure who it was and some of the girls in school
were so uptight about sex that they didn't even like to joke about such
things. Time was running out so I breathed a heavy sigh and gave up on
any idea of pleasuring myself and rinsed my hair before getting out to
dry myself off.
As I rubbed the towel over me, the toilet flushed and sure enough, it was
Cindy, the apartment virgin who made sure everyone KNEW she was a virgin
and how perfect she was when it came to avoiding the "sins of the flesh".
She was just the type that would turn you in if she caught you even
masturbating so I had made the right call, even if it was frustrating at
the time. I almost laughed but managed to hold it back as she
deliberately averted her eyes so as not to see my nude body. If it had
been her in the shower, she would have dried off with the curtain shut
and not come out until she was "decent" for all to see. What a bitch!
My hairdryer was back in my room so I wrapped my towel around me loosely
and scampered back to my room where Ali had moved over to her bed and was
laying down with a book to read. I spread my towel over my chair seat
and sat down. I was still nude but Ali didn't even seem to notice, as
usual. On the one hand, it was nice that she wasn't hung up about nudity
and I did try not to flaunt myself TOO much around her. On the other
hand, it would be nice if she at least showed a LITTLE appreciation!
Since all I was planning to do with my hair was pull it back into a pony
tail, I just blew it dry and brushed it out. A little blush and lipstick
was about all I felt was needed tonight. Sometimes I liked a dash of
Johnson's baby powder between my boobs, especially if I was hoping to
have them fondled by some horny guy that night. There was something
about the smell and feel of the soft powder that just seemed to drive
guys wild! Well, if there was one thing I was sure about, it was there
was no worry about THAT tonight.
Ready to get dressed, I pulled Kristen's uniform out of the plastic
clothes bag and spread it out on my bed. The panties were lined so I
assumed the intent was that additional panties were not needed. For a
moment I was tempted to sniff them to see if Kristen's scent remained
but then I remembered Ali was behind me and with my luck, might just be
looking when I did and think I was weird or something.
The skirt zipped up the side and then buttoned over to make doubly sure
it stayed on. I guess with all the moves the girls were making these day
you couldn't be too sure! The top was snug and for a moment I thought
about going without a bra until I looked in the mirror and saw the clear
outline of my nipples through it. Ordinarily that wouldn't be an issue
for me but around campus and church, revealing yourself in that way was a
major violation of the "Lifestyle Guideline" we had all sworn to adhere
too. Technically, these applied 24/7 no matter where you were but my
view was that what I did off campus - stayed off-campus!
Taking the top back off, I went over to my dresser to pick out a bra.
Ali must have been watching more than I had known.
"Awwwwww, isn't that just too bad. Guess you're going to have to break
down tonight and wear one, eh girl?" she teased me from her bed.
I looked back over at her and she rolled back on her bed, evidently quite
satisfied with herself and her little joke. There were times when I
think Ali suspected that I wasn't the naive little schoolgirl I tried so
hard to portray but she never let on to what she was thinking so I just
let her guess and wonder.
Taking out a simple white bra from the back of my drawer, I turned to her
and rebutted saying, "Well, there's a first time for everything you
know."
I grinned to let her know I was joking, although not as much as she may
have thought. Ali just shook her head and went back to her book, leaving
me to wrap my bra around my waist. I quickly latched the two hooks and
swiveled it around so the cups were in front. Reaching down, I put my
arms through the straps and pulled it up and over my boobs. It was like
I was encasing them in some sort of medieval torture device. God I hated
wearing a bra!
This time when I pulled over the top my boobs looked "decent" and I
checked myself out in the mirror before turning to Ali.
"Well, how do I look?"
"You sure that's OK to wear to church?" she asked, her eyebrows lifting a
bit at the short skirt and tight top.
"Well, if the girls can wear it out in front of everyone at the games at
THIS school then I think it should be OK for church, don't ya think?" I
answered.
Ali just shrugged as if she didn't care one way or the other. After all,
it WAS my decision and my ass that would be in jeopardy if someone
complained. Even so, it wasn't like it was the most risque cheerleader
outfit in the world either. Now if I were to wear the one my dad gave
me, then there would be quite an uproar, especially since it didn't come
with panties!
It was a little chilly so I grabbed a light jacket before leaving.
Saying goodbye to Ali, I went out through our living room and out the
door into the evening air. It was a bit of a walk to the church but
fortunately there was a paved walkway that was lit up at night between
the school and the church parking lot. There were quite a few other
students on their way to the church as well and I smiled to myself as I
noted a number of the boys taking a second look at my short skirt. My
jacket hid the cheerleader top but there was plenty of leg for them to
see - a lot more than we were normally allowed to expose. A few of the
girls also took note, except in this case I caught a few frowns from some
of the more uppity ones who probably thought I was being some sort of
slut wearing such an outfit to church. It WAS sort of walking a fine
line but then, that's what made it fun.
Chapter 3 - Flirting With Michelle
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I got to the church just as Michelle was driving up in her little blue
Honda. It was old and a bit ragged but it was all hers, bought with her
savings after her first year of working, and she was quite proud of it.
I almost felt guilty driving around my Avalon when I thought of her.
Sure it was used but my mom hadn't put that many miles on it before she
gave it to me and with the leather seats and power everything, was a
serious upgrade compared to Michelle's little beast. On the other hand,
she seemed even more thrilled by hers than I did with mine so maybe there
IS something to earning your own way. Well, I'm don't complain when my
daddy pays the tuition bills, that's for sure!
Michelle was dressed up in some outfit that was supposed to represent a
lady bug or at least some form of bug or insect. She had on black shoes,
black tights, and an orange hunting vest over a dark back top. The vest
had black spots painted on it (I wonder if her dad knew about those!). A
pair of funny antennas she must have bought at the store finished it off
and she looked pretty good in it overall. The black tights were modest
yet at the same time could have been painted on for as tight as they were
on her and if you looked closely you saw they outlined one fine looking
ass!
"Hey girl, 'what's that you got on?" she called out to me as we
approached in the parking lot. I pulled off my jacket to reveal my
outfit and she covered her face as her eyes widened.
"Wow, they gonna let you wear that?" she said softly.
"Why not, it's OK at school and you know the dress code there." I
responded, "Besides, last year they had a fund raiser and the
cheerleading squad all dressed up when they came to the school to do a
routine."
Michele didn't seem to give it another thought and the two of us went
inside to meet with our adult sponsors. Two married couples were in
charge of the youth group we helped out with. One was in their thirties
and had a daughter in the group while the other had only been married for
a couple of years and had one little boy in the nursery. Both couples
were great and I enjoyed working with them.
"Hey Kelly!" Judy called out to me. She was the older wife and was about
as close to the stereotypical soccer mom as you could imagine. She
wasn't fat but had clearly put on few pounds over the years although
overall she still didn't look too bad. Her blonde hair was cut shorter
and she usually wore pants rather than skirts. And yes, she drove a
minivan! I liked her particularly because unlike so many of the adults
at church, she didn't treat me like I was "just" a student but more like
a friend and peer.
"Wow, that really looks cute on you!" she remarked as she took in my
outfit. The nice thing was she meant it as a compliment without any hint
of innuendo. I guess I get so accustomed to people always looking at me
more as an object than a girl that it feels nice to have a friend who
accepts me for who I am and doesn't have any hidden agendas.
"I'll say!" her husband added in, having just joined in time to hear his
wife's assessment of me. Don was the other half of the "average" family,
clean cut and heavily involved in the church.
"Now Don, behave yourself!" Judy chided him. She was just teasing as I
knew Don might glance my way now and then but he was probably one of the
last husbands in church that would have cheated on his wife with me. I
accepted that and if anything, it made it easier to work with him.
The two of the them went off to the classrooms, holding hands like two
teens in love. It was nice to see a marriage that actually worked.
Other than my parents' marriage, it was rare for me to see a couple
married for that long to still be in love with each other so openly.
"You know, she's right. You DO look cute in that outfit," I heard just
behind me. To my surprise, it was Michelle. "I don't think I've seen
you in a really short skirt before. You've got great legs!"
It was probably true that she hadn't since the only time we saw each
other was at church where I had to adhere to the dress code. I wore
skirts now and then to the services but nothing TOO short although I did
push the limits at times. I almost always wore jeans to the youth
nights. Sometimes I wore shorts but like the skirts, there were limits
on how short they could be so most of the ones I wore back home I had to
leave behind when I was at school.
There was something about the way she was looking at me that was
different than usual. Michelle and I had known each other for a couple
of months but it was a relatively distant friendship in that we mostly
talked about church activities and such. I think because I was a student
at a university known for being strict about how we conducted ourselves,
Michelle was probably a little concerned about opening up to anything
more personal about herself. It was obvious to me that she wasn't
exactly your naive and innocent young woman just from the way she carried
herself and looked at the men around the church - including some of the
younger ones in our group.
"Well, you know how it is here, we have to all be good little girls," I
replied, providing her an opening to see if she was interested in
discussing something besides church.
Michelle laughed and shook her head. "Oh? I thought all of you over
there WERE good little girls!"
"Well, maybe at school but if you think this skirt is short, you should
see some of mine back home."
It was meant as another nudge, just enough to get her reaction without
saying TOO much.
"Oh really?" Michelle remarked, appearing to be a little more curious
now. "I suppose all the boys are after you back home then."
"Well, not just the boys," I teased. As soon as I said it my heart
skipped a beat as I figured I had probably gotten carried away and now
I'd gone and said something I shouldn't have.
I don't know what I was expecting Michelle to say at this point but it
didn't matter as she just smiled at me with a bit of a twinkle in her eye
and looked at her watch.
"Time to get going," she reminded me. It also served as an artful dodge
for her not to respond to my last comment.
As we walked to the auditorium for the opening, I caught her quickly
glancing at me again but she just turned back away as if nothing had
happened. Well, I had made my "move" so now it was up to her. As we sat
there listening to the opening remarks and songs, I wondered what I was
trying to do. Michelle had never shown any interest in me in "that" way
before so was I taking a couple of innocent comments and blowing them out
of proportion? I didn't want to say anything else as if she wasn't
interested in girls, then it would make things pretty awkward for us in
the future.
Normally at this point the groups would break up and go to various
classrooms for the evening activities. Tonight, though, was different
and everyone stayed in the auditorium where we had games for everyone to
participate in as well as a table full of snacks and drinks. There was a
costume judging contest and through it all, Michelle and I would cross
paths now and then but never really had much of a chance to say anything
to each other besides what was needed for the activities.
Finally the evening was over. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it; it was
just a lot of work. Fortunately, a group of guys had been volunteered to
clean up so with the kids gone just the leaders remained. We all
gathered in a circle and prayed, thanking God for the successful evening.
When it was over, Michelle came over to me.
"Hey Kelly, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for some dessert with
me? Some ice cream sounds perfect right now!"
"Sorry," I apologized, "I can't wear this out in public. My friend made
me promise to only wear it here at church."
I was about to suggest that I run back to my apartment and change but
Michelle already had an alternative plan.
"Well, why not come over to my place then? I should be able to scrounge
up something."
Why not? We had never gotten together outside of church so this would be
an opportunity to get to know her better. Maybe I could even influence
her a bit to get more involved in church and maybe even join my bible
study!
We agreed that I would follow her to her place as I had no idea where she
lived. As it turned out, it was just a small apartment in one of the,
shall we say, less affluent areas of town. Judging by the looks of
things, doing hair didn't pay all that well.
"Sorry for the way this place looks," she apologized as we entered.
Did I say the place was SMALL? It really was one giant room with a
partial wall between the living room and bedroom and there was just a bar
separating the kitchen. There wasn't even room for a kitchen table so
she must eat all her meals at the bar or on the couch watching a small
TV. The furniture looked like thrift store rejects. Heck, my apartment
on campus was bigger than this and better furnished as well.
Michelle saw me looking around and I instantly felt guilty as I must have
allowed my face to show what I was thinking.
"You probably come from a rich family, going to that school," she said
softly. "This must seem like a dump to you."
"Well, I'm not going to lie to you, my parents do make a good income," I
replied, trying to be honest with her but at the same time not appear to
be looking down on her. "But hey, I don't have my own place so you
should feel good you at least have this!"
It seemed to take the edge off the moment and she smiled again. We took
off our coats and she sighed as she struggled to take off the hunting
vest.
"God, I've been waiting all night to do that!" she exclaimed, dumping the
vest on the couch. "That thing was so hot!"
Then she pulled down the black hose she was wearing, revealing a black
thong underneath. It wasn't the most revealing thong in the world but
any thong shows more than standard panties so her ass was looking pretty
good!
"Hope you don't mind," she said, tossing them aside, "Damn hose was
KILLING me!"
I laughed at her and pointed at my chest saying, "I know how you feel,
this bra is killing me too!"
"Yeah, I noticed you usually don't wear one," she observed, "Well, why
not take it off then? After all, you're not at church anymore."
She said it in such a casual way I wasn't sure if she was just having fun
or if there was a more subtle reason for her suggestion. Oh well, did it
matter? I tried to reach behind me under the sweater top to unsnap it
when Michelle moved in behind me.
"Here, let me help."
She reached under my sweater top and quickly unhooked me. I pulled the
straps down and over my arms and then dragged the entire contraption out
and under the front of my sweater. Straightening out my sweater again, I
twirled the bra in my hand and smiled at Michelle.
"Ahhhhhh, MUCH better!"
"Well, I don't know why you wore it in the first place. If I had your
boobs I'd never wear one!"
Again, it was the type of remark that could be taken a couple of
different ways. Michelle was at LEAST a D cup and probably DD. I
suppose wearing a bra was something she about had to do just to support
them.
"Yeah, bras and panties - who ever invented them!" I said with a giggle,
once again trying to subtlety push the conversation along.
"Well, I don't think the Pastor would've been too happy if you wore that
outfit tonight without the panties!" Michelle said with a sly grin. "Can
you imagine the look on his face if you leaned over and he saw you
weren't wearing any!"
We both laughed as Michelle made her way to the kitchen.
"Hope you like strawberry, it's all I have," she called out as she opened
the freezer door. She soon returned with two bowls of ice cream and we
sat down next to each other as we ate ours.
We got talking about boyfriends and I learned that Michelle had once been
engaged but broke it off just a week before the wedding.
"Yeah, mom and dad were pretty pissed," she said. "Kicked me out and
told me to live on my own if I wasn't going to get married. Haven't been
out with a guy since - almost six months now."
"Wow, you must be pretty horny then," I joked, "Dildo or fingers?"
Michelle laughed, obviously a little surprised at my remark.
"Dildo of course! You know, you're pretty cool," Michelle remarked as
she finished off the last of her bowl. "I figured you were just another
one of those stuck-up girls that seem to populate that school. I've
heard most of the girls are lesbians."
Didn't I wish THAT rumor was true!
"No, I wouldn't say that," I replied, "A lot of them claim to be saving
themselves for marriage but I think most of them are just putting on a
show."
"What about you?"
I paused for a moment, not sure how to answer. "Well, at school we have
to live by the Lifestyle Guidelines so that means no sex."
Michelle wasn't going to let me off THAT easily. "No, I meant are you
saving yourself for marriage?"
I couldn't help but laugh a bit at that one. Oh lord, if she only knew!
"No. Actually, I lost my virginity when I was fourteen."
Michelle's eyebrows raised at that one. I think I surprised her a bit.
"Oh really? Shit, I thought I was young when I did it at fifteen."
"Boy or girl?" I teased. It was a shot in the dark but the way the
conversation was going, it seemed to be the right time to broach the
issue.
"Oh a boy of course," she laughed, "Why, was yours with a girl?"
I paused and then said more gently, "No, I didn't do THAT until I was
eighteen."
"Really?" Michelle said again, apparently I was not exactly the girl she
thought I was. "You've done it with a girl?"
The tone of her voice surprised me. To be honest, I had for some reason
assumed Michelle was bisexual. Maybe it was her ease around girls and
guys, maybe the way she had looked at me earlier. Whatever the reason, I
was surprised that she apparently had never done anything with a girl.
"Sure, haven't you?" I replied, just to verify my suspicions.
"Oh no, I'm not a lesbian," she quickly responded. The way she said the
word lesbian was almost like it was something bad, like a disease. Then
she blushed and put her hand to her mouth/
"Oh Kelly, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything about YOU!"
"Well, I'm not a lesbian either," I said softly, trying to calm her.
"Actually, I prefer guys. It's just that being with a girl can be fun
too sometimes."
Michelle scrunched her nose and frowned. "I just can't imagine kissing
another Girl... or anything else."
"Why do you say that? What's wrong with it?"
Michelle just shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I guess I always
thought that girls who did that were... I don't know... weird?"
"Well, you've known me now for a while. Do you think I'm weird?"
I could tell she was genuinely confused, as if she was struggling to sort
out this apparent contradiction in what she always had believed and what
she was being confronted with now.
"Noooooo, not at all. You always seemed normal to me."
I couldn't help but laugh just a little at that and this time I put my
arm around her before I answered. She tensed at first but then seemed to
relax again once she realized I wasn't going to attack her somehow.
"So now, just because I told you I've done it with other girls, do think
I'm abnormal?
"Shit, now I don't know WHAT to think," she huffed, the frustration
clearly coming across.
"Haven't you ever touched another girl, even just for fun? Say maybe in
a game of Truth or Dare? What about sleepovers? Haven't you seen other
girls and wondered just for a minute what it might be like to be with one
of them?"
Michelle got even redder and I knew she was holding back something. It
probably wasn't anything major but to her it must have been something she
was embarrassed about.
"Well, I did have to kiss a girl once back in high school during a party
after I lost a bet. But we just barely did anything."
Well, it was a start. At least she was now starting to open up to me a
bit.
"Didn't you ever masturbate with your friends during sleepovers?"
From the startled look she gave me the answer was obvious but I waited
for her to say something.
"Oh my god NO! Only the slutty girls did things like that."
"So you saw them doing it?"
"Well, it's not like I watched or anything."
"So you've never masturbated with another girl before either?"
Michelle was looking at me like I was some sort of alien from another
planet. I guess when you grow up with the family and friends that I had,
you don't even think about the fact that there are a lot of other girls
who grew up in totally different environments, much more restrained and
restricted.
Then she rolled her eyes and giggled at me saying, "Ahhhhhh, I get it.
You're just teasing me. I can be so naive sometimes, you know? You
never did any of that stuff, did you?"
If she thought I was exaggerating about what I had told her so far,
imagine what she would have thought had I told her about everything I had
done. I'm not sure what would have shocked her the most - letting my dad
fuck me or doing a dog once. Well, obviously we wouldn't be going there
tonight!
"You don't believe me, eh?" I asked her.
"Nawwwwww, you're just pulling my leg."
Hmmm, sounded like a challenge to me and I was never one to back away
from a challenge, especially when it had to do with sex.
Chapter 4 - Michelle's First Time With a Girl - ME!
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I stood up in front of her and pulled down my panties, then stepped out
of them and sat back down next to her, leaving them on the floor in front
of us.
"Uhhhhh, Kelly... what exactly are you doing?" she asked carefully.
I had a feeling she thought I was still just trying to tease her but that
I wouldn't actually DO anything. Well, was she in for a surprise! I
lifted my skirt to reveal my shaved pussy. Her first reaction wasn't
about what I might be doing but rather what she saw.
"You shave it all off? Cool, I just trim mine. I never got the courage
to shave mine completely."
"Yeah, I know how you feel," I replied, "But once you do it you'll never
want to fool around with all that hair again. Besides, it feels better
this way."
To prove my point, I reached down between my legs and started to touch my
pussy. Michelle immediately began to wiggle next to me, clearly
uncomfortable with what I was doing.
"See, it's so much easier to masturbate without all that hair in the
way."
I heard her breathing get heavier but it was probably more due to shock
and surprise than anything lustful. Several times she seemed to start to
say something but then it was like she thought better of it and held her
tongue. As for me, I figured so long as she wasn't telling me to stop, I
was going to go for it. My middle finger reached down and slid between
my pussy lips while my other fingers ran along the outside as I stroked
myself slowly. When I touched my clit I couldn't help but jump just a
little which seemed to galvanize her to finally say something.
"I can't believe you're doing that... I just can't believe it."
I was heartened by the tone of her voice. It didn't sound like she was
upset or outraged at my behavior, but more like she was just genuinely
amazed that I was doing it. It was one thing to supposedly joke about
masturbating with another girl, quite another to actually witness it for
the first time.
"Take your panties off Michelle," I encouraged her.
She didn't say no but she didn't say yes either. Instead, she seemed to
just stiffen, as if I had asked to drop them in front of the congregation
or something.
"Go on, take them off... it's just me."
I didn't push her any further, not wanting to put her in a position of
doing something she didn't want to do and then getting angry at me for
putting her there. I had planted a seed and now it was time to water it
so I returned to my own pussy and let her do as she pleased, which for
now was just to watch me.
"Did you say you had a dildo?" I asked her. Normally I wasn't a big fan
of them but in this case I figured it might come in useful.
"Uhhhhh, yes," she stammered.
She quickly got up and went to her dresser, apparently happy for the
chance to do something besides just watching me do myself. She returned
with a blue dildo, just your standard "torpedo" design as I like to call
it.
"Sorry, needs new batteries," she stuttered. I grinned slyly at her and
she reddened again. I didn't have to say anything about WHY she needed
new batteries, the answer was obvious.
I took it from her and was pleased when she resumed her place next to me
on the couch. At least she didn't sit somewhere else or stay standing.
I put the dildo in my mouth to wet it and I could smell the faint odor of
her pussy. Something told me she had been using this not too long ago!
Reaching down, I used the tip to rub up against the outside of the
opening to my pussy, toying with myself for a minute or so before I began
to insert it into me.
"Oh that feels so good," I moaned softly, pushing it deep up inside of
me. Even without the batteries it felt good although I would have
preferred a real cock anytime. For now, having her watch me using it was
just as much a turn-on as actually feeling it in me!
"Here, you do it," I said, taking her hand in mine and pulling it over to
the dildo buried in my pussy.
Michelle resisted a little at first but it was half-hearted so I kept up
the pressure and she relented without a word. At first it was as if she
didn't know what to do which was obviously not the case as I would bet
she used it quite frequently on herself.
"Just do it the way you would on yourself," I instructed her. "Pretend
it's your pussy."
She started to stroke her dildo in and out of me, just a little at first
as if she was afraid of hurting me or something.
"That's it... deeper," I encouraged her, "Put it in me just like you do
with your own pussy."
I leaned back into the couch and spread my legs wide, letting her natural
instincts take over. Using the dildo on me didn't seem to be that much a
stretch for her. After all, she wasn't actually touching me even, let
alone doing anything more. After a while I reached down and took it from
her and pulled it out of my pussy. I offered it to her to taste but she
wrinkled her nose and shook her head so I put it in my mouth instead,
savoring the strong taste of my pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, do you ever taste your own pussy Michelle?" I asked after I
took it out of my mouth and inserted it back in my pussy. This time I
didn't even have to encourage her, she took the dildo from me and started
to work it in and out of my pussy on her own.
Michelle shook her head and whispered, "Oh no, never, that would be
nasty."
"NEVER?" I challenged her.
It was hard to believe that she had NEVER even experimented once. I
first tasted mine when I was a little girl, curious about myself. Of
course, that may have been partially because I saw my mom doing it when
she masturbated.
Michelle shook her head again and I took her for her word, even if it DID
seem almost too much to believe.
"C'mon, take off your panties," I urged her once again as she seemed to
be getting more and more into helping me masturbate.
I don't know if it was because she was getting a bit horny from using her
dildo on me or she was just tired of saying no to me. Either way worked
so far as I was concerned. What was important was she slipped them off
under her ass and let them drop to her ankles where she lifted her feet
up and out of them. Sure enough, I saw her pussy was covered with a
trimmed layer of dark black pubic hair. Once they were off she went back
to her dildo in me without making any reference to her new "bare bottom"
style.
"Now touch yourself," I whispered to her. Nothing more, just a gentle
nudge. She hesitated and so I took the dildo from her so her hands were
free and repeated myself.
"You can do it, touch yourself," I encouraged her, "Pretend I'm not
here."
Slowly she put one hand down between her legs. The dildo in my own pussy
was still as I sat there motionless, afraid to do anything that might
distract her. At first she just cupped her pussy. Then, as she worked
up her courage, she started rubbing it slowly with her fingers. She just
rubbed over her clit, running her flattened out fingers over it in a
circular motion.
"That's it Michelle, just do what you always do."
I noticed her eyes were closed and I would have given anything to know
what images were In her mind right then. Was she thinking about an ex-
boyfriend, some fantasy lover, or maybe even me? I wanted so bad to ask
her but I didn't want to break the spell that seemed to have settled over
her. As she rubbed herself more, it must have made the rest of her body
respond as well as she leaned back and started rubbing her pussy more
aggressively. God she looked so hot! It was almost too much to believe
that I was the first person to watch her touch herself this way!
Pulling the dildo from my pussy, I reached over and rested the tip of it
against her inner thigh. She quickly took it from me and started to use
it on herself. Maybe it was the familiarity of her own dildo or she was
just getting use to me watching; whatever it was she seemed suddenly to
be much more into it than before.
"Ohhhhhh," she gasped as she pushed her dildo almost entirely into her
pussy, holding onto the last part of it to keep from having it disappear
inside of her.
I reached down and took it from her. She didn't resist and so I started
to stroke it in and out of her pussy, sometimes taking it out to rub up
against her clit but most of the time fucking her with it. Finally I
couldn't resist so I took it out and put it in my mouth. The smell of
her pussy combined with the distinctive taste and I just wished I was
getting it straight from the source instead. Putting it back in her just
long enough to get a fresh coating of her pussy juices on it, I pulled it
out again but this time offered it to her. She turned her head away but
this time I was more insistent and pressed it against her lips.
"Try it, just a little," I whispered to her.
It reminded me of a girl at a party I was at that didn't want to suck a
dick at first. The guy she had been playing with held his cock up to her
lips and she just kept them tightly shut, refusing to let him push it in
her mouth. Finally, she parted he lips just enough to let the tip of his
dick enter, just as Michelle did at this moment, opening her mouth just
enough to get the tip of the dildo in but not enough to take it all in
her mouth. Then, just as the girl at the party had done, her tongue
extended and I could tell she was getting a good taste of her pussy.
Apparently it was enough to overcome her fear as again, she mimicked the
party girl who finally opened her mouth and let her guy quickly push his
dick into her mouth. So too did Michelle, letting the pussy-covered
dildo fill her mouth.
"Tastes good, doesn't it?"
Michelle didn't respond. Well, it would have been hard with a dildo in
her mouth but all the same, she managed to signal her answer from the way
she sucked on the dildo like she was trying to draw off every bit of
moisture from her own pussy. She finally opened her eyes and looked over
at me while a smile tried to crack her face.
As much as she may have enjoyed her newly acquired taste, apparently she
preferred the dildo in a different hole and so it was returned to her
pussy where it belonged. Any hesitation she may have had before about
masturbating with me there was no history as she closed her eyes again
and went to work on herself, essentially ignoring me as she seemed to
focus on her own pussy.
I could smell her sex as she played and the aftertaste of her pussy
remained in my mouth. As much as I enjoyed watching her masturbate, I
wanted more and now that she was fully engaged with her own pussy, I
doubted she would mind if I helped out a bit more. I slowly got off the
couch and kneeled on the carpet in front of her. Her legs were spread
apart so I crawled up between them and put one hand on each of her upper
thighs. At the touch of my hands she opened her eyes and looked down at
me. She seemed to know what I was about to do but in her current state
of mind she wasn't going to protest any longer.
Leaning forward, I put my head to the side of her dildo, which she had
buried once again inside of herself, and licked her pussy lips around the
dildo. Mmmmmmm, her pussy smelled so good up close and the flavor was
stronger licking it directly from her pussy instead of off a dildo. She
pulled out the dildo and I knew that it was her way of telling me what
she wanted, even if she didn't have the courage yet to speak for herself.
My face was plastered up tight against her fuzzy pussy. She had it
trimmed so short that "fuzzy" seemed more appropriate than "hairy", like
my mom's pussy. My nose was up against her clit while my tongue extended
out as far as I could reach into her wet pussy hole.
"Oh Kelly... what are you doing to me?" she sighed. It was more a
statement than a question, as if she couldn't believe the sensations I
was creating in her pussy.
I could understand how she was feeling. I remembered the first time a
girl ate my pussy (actually it was my mom back when I was sixteen). It
was a totally different experience than all the times a boy had tried
doing it before. Undoubtedly Michelle has done oral sex with a guy but
no guy has ever been able to lick my pussy the way another girls can,
something Michelle was learning for herself about now.
I don't mean it as a put-down for guys when I say girls eat pussy best.
It seems only natural to me that it should be that way. After all, what
guy really knows how it feels to have a clit and a pussy? Only a girl
knows what to do and how to do it based on her own experiences.
Personally, I have never understood why guys don't like guys to suck
their dicks. I mean, it's not like I have one to understand how it
feels. All I have to go by is the feedback guys give me after I suck
them. It just makes sense to me that a guy would give the best BJ yet
for whatever reason, most guys would never dream of allowing such a
thing.
"Making you cum," was my response as I briefly lifted my head from her
awesome pussy.
For a moment I wondered how many guys had fucked this pussy, how many
cocks had been where my tongue was now. In the end, what did it matter.
I was her first girl and I thought that was pretty fantastic myself.
"Don't stop," she gasped as my noise rubbed up against her wet clit. I
used one hand to rub her clit while my tongue snaked into her pussy like
a miniature dick and my other hand fondled her ass. It was hard to keep
my tongue in her as she wiggled her hips under me, gasped and moaning as
I ate her pussy.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as her back arched and her hands grabbed my head
and pulled it in tight to her pussy. "Oh SHIT!" she cried out as I felt
her pussy flex and the pussy cum gushed out over my face and down her ass
crack. I was relentless, not letting up for a moment as she began to
actually cry from the intensity of her orgasm. Finally she just slumped
back, her eyes still tightly shut, just as they had been the entire time.
With her orgasm settling down, I stood up and looked down at her. She
wasn't asleep but at the same time she just sat back on the couch
motionless, her breathing fast and shallow with her face flushed bright
red. I pulled my sweater up off my head and sat down beside her,
essentially naked except for my sneakers. I ran my fingers through her
long black hair and then gently stroked the backs of my fingers down her
face and cheek.
"Felt good, didn't it?" I whispered to her.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. Her eyes clanked down and she saw
that I was naked but she didn't make any reference to it. She was still
wearing her black pullover top so I decided to be forward once again and
I grabbed it at the bottom and started to lift it off, waiting to see
what her response would be. I smiled as she leaned forward, allowing me
to more easily slip it off of her. Her large breasts were encased in a
black bra which I reached behind her and unsnapped, freeing her boobs
which flopped out of the cups as I lifted the bra off her arms and tossed
it aside. "Oh Kelly," she sighed softly.
I didn't know exactly what she meant by that. Was she just expressing
how good she felt? Was she trying to tell me she wanted more? Maybe she
was trying to put up a token resistance to anything further I might have
in mind for her. In any case, she wasn't physically doing anything to
resist me so I took that as permission to go a bit further.
I put one arm around her and caressed her large boobs with my other hand.
God, they were huge compared to mine, bigger than my mom's. Her nipples
were sticking out, large and erect, waiting for me to pay more attention
to them. I wasn't about to let them wait much longer as I rolled them
between my fingers and tugged gently on them. Michelle sighed again as I
pulled out on her nipples and then let them snap back.
Although it seemed a little backwards, now that I had gotten her off I
felt it was time to take it a bit slower and just be intimate for a
while. Actually, there are days when that alone is enough for me. I've
spent entire afternoons or evenings with my mom in bed, doing nothing
more than kissing and fondling one another, feeling the warmth of her
smooth naked body against mine.
Leaning over, I kissed her gently on the mouth. At first it was just a
little thing, no more than you might give to a relative, assuming you
kiss them on the mouth at all. Her head lifted as if she was trying to
get me to be closer so I kissed her again, this time lingering longer and
reaching out just enough with my tongue to lick her lips.
"Oh Kelly," she sighed yet again.
Apparently that was the extent of her vocabulary for the time being as
that seemed to be all she could say, repeating it several times as I
kissed her more, each time staying longer and reaching further with my
tongue. Finally she responded with her own tongue and our tongues
touched and played with one another as we kept our mouths together for as
long as we could. As I played gently with her boobs, she responded by
reaching for mine and I felt my boobs tingle as she cupped them in her
hand, squeezing them gently at first and then harder as our kiss
intensified.
"Let's go to your bed," I suggested.
It was a bit of a gamble to take a break like this as sometimes you can
lose that special magic but I felt it was worth the risk. As it turned
out, the few seconds it took to pull back her comforter and nestle under
the cotton sheets were well worth it as we laid up against one another,
our boobs pressed up together and arms wrapped around each other's body.
It was like once she got over the hurdle of the initial contact with
another girl, she couldn't get enough of me as we spent the next couple
of hours just kissing and touching one another.
Eventually I had to go home as I had classes the next morning. It was
too bad that it wasn't a weekend night as it would have been tempting to
stay the night with her. It would have been nice to try a 69 with her or
some other positions but I wasn't about to complain about anything. As
it was, the evening had gone better than I could have dreamed - and I
have a pretty good imagination!
Later that night, as I laid in my own little bed listening to my roomie
snore softly, I thought about what had just happened between Michelle and
me. As much as I enjoyed it, was it the right thing to do? I wondered
if she would be in church next Sunday? How would she react when we met
at youth group next Wednesday night? Would we just be friends or was
tonight the start of something more between us? I have never had any
desire to become "lovers" with any girl, but still, would we be more than
just friends if we continued having sex?
As I laid there in bed, contemplating all these things in my head, my
fingers were back to their usual hangout - high up between my legs. As I
started to masturbate, I imagined what Michelle and I might do the next
time we were alone together. As I mentioned, I have a pretty good
imagination so you can only imagine what I was dreaming about as I spent
the next hour or so masturbating. God I love doing myself! Hopefully, I
would get the chance to do it more with Michelle.
THE END