Looking back on it now, I still canât believe that it happened. I canât believe, either, that I basically instigated the whole thing. If not for what happened between Lisa and IâŚOh well, anyway, it did happen, and weeks in September.
This all started one Friday afternoon, in early September, Lisaâs parents, who were good friends of my folks, had asked me if I could pick Lisa up from her after-school gymnastics practice, bring her home, and stay with her for a few hours. They were going out to eat with some friends of theirs. Lisa was almost old enough now that she didnât need a baby sitter, but I think her folks were just more comfortable knowing that someone they could trust would be with her.
Iâve known Lisa ever since I can remember, when she was just a baby and I was a little girl of about seven. Our parents were close friends, and Lisa and I became very close as well. We pretty much filled the role of sisters for each other, since we didnât have any of our own. She looked up to me, and confided all of her secrets to me. I, in turn, watched over her protectively, so I was glad to be able to watch her. I hadnât seen Lisa in several months, probably not all summer, and I was eager to catch up on how things were going for her. I guess that I was a little worried about her, actually. The last time that we had talked, Lisa had surprised me by talking mostly about boys. She even had a boyfriend. I guess I shouldnât have been concerned though. Lisa was very bright and mature for her age. Plus, whether I got used to the fact or not, she was entering her teen years. I had noticed that her adolescent body was showing signs of growing up. Her womanhood, and her little breasts were beginning to protrude from her chest. Her nipples too, provided visible evidence of her having reached puberty. It seemed like they were always visible, poking at her shirt. That reminded me of myself at that age. My wayward nipples were probably the main reason why my mother had made me begin wearing a bra. It wasnât so much to hold my breasts in place as it was to try to keep my nipples from driving horny young boys (and dirty old men, for that matter) crazy with lust.
All of those thoughts were going through my mind as I pulled my old beater car into the school parking lost and parked it next to the curb by the gymnasium. I sat in the car, idly watching the heat waves dancing over the black asphalt paving of the parking lot, and waited for Lisa to come out from her practice. A small group of girls and boys were coming out of the school , on their way home from sports practice, or whatever extra curricular activities they have in junior high, but no Lisa. The sun was beating down on the car, and it was stifling inside, I was scantily clad- I was wearing only a crop top tee shirt, with no bra, and cut off shorts, but nevertheless, little droplets of sweat were beginning to form on my forehead, and my legs were beginning to stick to the vinyl seats. After about ten minutes had gone by, and there was still no sign of Lisa. I decided to get out and take the convertible top down. There wasnât much of a breeze and taking the ragtop down on the old car was a real pain in the ass, but I thought anything would be better than roasting away in the little enclosed space.
As I struggled at getting the roof crammed into its little compartment, I kept noticing that the boys who were coming out of the school were leering at me with young lust. I grinned to myself, and pretended not to notice. I guess I was teasing the poor little things, what with their raging hormones and all. My t-shirt was sticking to my breast, and they were jiggling around as I struggled with the roof. I thought the eyes of one young boy, in particular, were going to fall of their sockets as he walked along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the car from me. I was bent over at the waist, and he slowed down noticeably, straining to catch a glimpse down my shirt.
Finally, I finished stowing the roof, and got back in the car. All of that attention was getting me horny, and I felt a familiar stirring in my pussy. I tried to suppress my thoughts, however. I wasnât about to seduce a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, and masturbating in the parking lot of a junior high school was pretty much out of the question. I sighed, and continued waiting for Lisa.
At last, I spied her in a group of four girls leaving the school. They were chatting merrily, but as soon as Lisa saw me, she waved goodbye to her friends and walked over to the car. She smiled at me, but I sensed that something was wrong. Usually, she was animated with young enthusiasm, but today she opened the car door very slowly , and eased herself into the seat next to me with a low groan. âWhatâs wrong Leece?â I asked. âArenât you feeling well?â âOh, itâs the new gymnastics coach,â she pouted âHeâs working us to death, and I didnât stay in very good shape this summer. My legs and back are all sore, and weâve only had two practices.â she twisted her shoulders from side to side, trying to loosen her aching muscles, as I pulled out of the parking lot into the street. âLast year they let us use the whirlpool, but its broken. I didnât even have a chance to take a shower. That would have probably helped some.â âGosh kiddo Iâm sorry .â I said sympathetically. âThis hot weather probably isnât helping either.â I paused. â Tell you what though. Maybe when we get home, I could give you a massage. Iâm not very good at it, but it might help some.â she brightened noticeably. âSounds great to me. Mom does that for me sometimes when Iâm sore, and it helps a lot!â âGreat itâs a deal then!â
We spent the remained of the twenty minute drive to her house generally catching up on things. It seemed like things were going pretty good for her- she liked all of her teachers and had made some new friends. She chatted merrily away, enthused and bubbly, until I asked about her boyfriend. She got a sour look on her face. âYou mean Tommy? Heâs not my boyfriend anymore. At first he seemed nice, but then all he wanted to do was play with my titties. I think he wanted to go all the way, too, but I wouldnât let him. I mean, I kind of liked it, but I donât think I should do that yet.â âGood girl.â I was a bit shocked. Like I said, I had kind of come to realize that Lisaâs sexuality was awakening. I know that her parents had talked to her about sex, and I had even filled in some details. But good grief!? I think when I was sixteen; I was worried about different things then keeping boy out of my pants. I peered at Lisa out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that she was developing more and more all the time. I could see her breastâs were definitely swelling a bit more than they were last time I had seen her. She was wearing a loose fitting blouse, and I think that she was wearing her gymnastics leotard underneath, but nevertheless; I could clearly see her little titties poking out. Her legs too, were becoming lovely. They were thing, like as little girls but they had a certain muscularity that gave them an attractive shapeliness.
âSo what do you think, Jill?â I came out of my trance with a start. I was so caught up in looking at her that I wasnât even paying attention to the conversation, or my driving. I returned my eyes to the road in front of me. âIâm sorry Leece. What were you saying?â I gulped. My god, it was almost like a sexual attraction. It wasnât the fact that I had those feelings for a girl that was bothering me. Heck, I like looking a pretty girls. I even like having sex with girls, maybe even more than with guys. But Lisa was only sixteen years old, for Christ sakes! What was I thinking? I was aware once again of my tingling cunt. I tried to tell myself that it was lingering horniness from the attention I was getting from the boys back at the school.
âI was saying we should play checkers after dinner. Remember how we always use to do that?â âYeah sounds great.â I tried to clear my mind. Kids could be so heard to read, and Lisa was no different. One moment, she was reminding me that she was almost a teenager, with teenage thoughts, the next, she was like her old self, talking about playing games. We finally arrived at her house, with itâs typical brick neatness and manicured lawn of the suburbs, and I pulled into the driveway. After Lisa and I got inside the front door, she dropped her book bag to the floor with a thump and slowly bent down to take off her shoes, groaning with the lingering soreness in her muscles. âPoor Leeceâ I said sympathetically. âIt looks like youâre really hurting.â She nodded. âMaybe you could give me that massage now. I knew we should eat dinner first, but I donât know if I want to wait. âSure thing. Where should we do it?â âWell, mom usually has me sit at the dining room table. Maybe we could do it there?â
I considered that, and was about to agree, but instead, I blurted out, âHow about on your bed?â the bed? Now why had I suggested that? âIâŚI mean, you said your legs hurt too. If you lie down on your bed, I can massage them too.â I scolded myself. âGet a hold of yourself Jill.â She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, âSounds good. My legs are really sore.â As I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, I caught myself looking her up and down. Her slim hips framed her young muscular buttocks, flexing gracefully under her shorts, as she clambered up the steps. I swallowed hard. âGet a grip Jill.â I told myself again. âYouâre just going to giver her a massage. Itâs okay to look at her- she is a pretty little girl, but thatâs it!
I was lagging behind, and as I entered her bedroom, a few moments after she did, she had already taken off her blouse and was peeling off her shorts. I gulped nervously. âYouâre not making this any easier for me Leece,â I thought. Sure enough, she was wearing a white leotard underneath, which contrasted with her tanned limbs. It almost appeared to be a size too small for her. It didnât completely cover her rear-the lower inch or so of her muscular buttocks were peeking out enticingly, and the material was bunched up in the crack of her ass. I watched, mesmerized, as she hooked her fingertips under the fabric next to her rear and pulled it down over her, covering herself completely.
She turned around to face me, and spread her arms, looking down at herself. âDo you like my leotard? itâs a new design that theyâre using this year.â I nodded, âReally nice, Leece.â I licked my lips nervously. My heart was besieging to pound in my chest. âIâŚI wonder though, ifâŚif you should maybe take that off too. IâŚI mean, that way, Iâll really be able to get at your muscles. Itâs, um, hard to give a good massage through a layer of clothes.â She shrugged. âokay, Jill.â I watched as she peeled off her outfit. God, she was becoming a beautiful girl! I looked on with wonder as her young breasts became exposed to my gaze. Sure enough, they were definitely budding. They were cone shaped, and pale from being covered from a bikini top from the summer sun. the areolas were small, but puffy. The pink nipples were standing pertly. She pushed the leotard down her legs, and stood erect facing me. I gasped at the realizations that she wasnât wearing any panties. My gaze traveled down her flat stomach, and lower. At first, I thought the area between her legs was completely hairless, but then I noticed a fine golden brown was sprouting there. It formed a vee shape that pointed down towardâŚtowardâŚI felt my clitoris swellingâŚ
Lisa didnât seem shy at all about being naked in front of me. But then again, why should she? We were practically sisters. Nevertheless, I felt that there was an awkward silence in the room. I shook my head. âStop it!â I scolded myself again, and I occupied my thoughts by pulling the comforter off the bed. âOkay kiddo hop on up. Lay down on the bed.â Lisa complied with my request, and climbed up on the bed. She lay down, stretching her lith, nubile body down on the cool sheets. In spite of myself, I watched her bare buttocks flexing as she wriggled into a comfortable position. Like her little breasts, they were pale, and a sharply defined tan line divided them from her golden back. I breathed deeply, and clambered up on the bed. I straddled her hips with my knees, desperately fighting the urge to rub my crotch against her bare ass, and began lightly kneading the muscles of her shoulders and upper back.
âMmmm,â she purred. âThat feels really nice, Jillâ âIâm glad, honey.â My voice was trembling slightly. âJust tell me what feels good.â I continued massaging her upper back, sometimes lightly stroking her skin, sometimes firmly pressing my hands against her, trying to work out the kinks in her tight muscles. I carefully avoided moving my hands down toward her sides. I was struggling with my inner thoughts. One side of my brain told me to finish with the massage and go downstairs to fix dinner. The other side of my brain, though, wanted desperately to explore Lisaâs young body. Without thinking I drifted my hands down to her sides, and stroked the area between her armpits and her hips. Lisa sighed and wriggled under my warm caresses. I was conscious once again of my crotch pressed against her firm buttocks. I knew that my cunt was moistening. I ran my hands back up to the small of her back, and began to firmly knead the muscles there in small circular motions. I carefully avoided letting my fingers stray and lower, and tried to keep my eyes off the crack of her ass, the upper part of which was clearly visible down between my thighs as I straddled her.
Lisa murmured wit pleasure, her face buried in the pillow âThatâs great Jill. Sooo relaxing. Can you do my legs now?â I gulped â You, bet.â
I moved lower, and straddled her knees with mine. Her legs, which had been drawn together as I massaged her back, now opened to form a gentle vee, to give me access to her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her round buttocks, smooth and firm. My gaze shifted lower, There, clearly visible, was her smooth slit, completely hairless from this angle. At her young age, her pussy was dominated by the outer lips. But I noticed, too, that her inner pink pussy lips were protruding slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed, and began to knead the backs of her thighs.
I continued for about ten minutes, alternating from leg to leg, working her tights, trying desperately to keep my fingers from creeping over to the inner parts of her legs. Lisa was sighing deeply in response to the pressure of my soft hands. Her body was responding, too, almost imperceptibly. I noticed her buttocks flexing, ever so slightly, and her legs were gradually spreading wider and wider. I could feel her knees pressing against mine. To free her leg movements I lifted my right knee and brought it down again between her legs. In spite of myself, I began to rub my crotch, ever so subtly, against her slim leg. I was on a sensory overload, and Lisaâs subtle movements werenât helping. I tried to convince myself that her bodyâs response to my touch was strictly non sexual, but I was beginning to lose my self discipline. I didnât know if I could go back. My thoughts were consumed with the desire to stroke her ass. â Hey Leece, How about I massage your buttocks they are probably pretty sore.â
There was a slight hesitation. Had I gone to far? âokay.â Was it my imagination, or was her breathing becoming a wee bit irregular? I scooted myself upward, and clenched her slim muscular thigh between mine. I desperately wanted to take my pants and underwear off and release the tension. But how could I explain that to her. I was slowly coming to the realization that I knew where I wanted this to go. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt, but I was able to resolve it in my mindâŚI did worry about her parents coming how and catching us though but they were due back for a couple of hours.
I gently placed my hands on her bare butt, and began sliding them back and forth. Her rear was so soft! The skin was baby-smooth, but I could quickly see tiny goosebumps forming. And did I imagine it, or did she lift her rear end up slightly off the bed to meet my touch?
I kneaded her ass in a circular motion, one hand on each cheek. I could occasionally catch a glimpse of her puckered asshole. I could feel my pussy throbbing. My inhibitions were evaporating, as were all signs of subtlety. I ground my crotch into her thigh, sighing at the sensation. I ran my palm over her crack of her ass, and watched as her muscular ass cheeks clenched and unclenched to the sensation of my touch. I curled my middle finger downward, placed the tip in the dark cleft, and began to run it up and down. Lisa gasped lightly, and her ass rose in the air slightly, meeting my probing finger. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were tightly closed. Her breath escaped her mouth in short sighs. The position was a bit awkward for me. I reluctantly released my tight hold on her thighs, and lay down next to her on my left side, my shoulders even with her hips, and supported myself on my elbow. I moved the finger lower, and ran it lightly over her asshole.
A short whimper escaped her lips, and she clenched her butt cheeks trapping my finger against her dark hole. I wriggled it gently around, though, and she relaxed, and bucked her rear higher in the rear. Her movements were now clearly sexual, and she was inviting me to continue my explorations. I continued to watch as my finger moved lower still. I felt a warmth and moistness as my finger moved down her soft skin between her ass and her slit. I shift on the bed to get a better view, and, OH GOD! Her inner pussy lips were now protruding and slick with her juices. I rubbed my finger in a circular motion over them. âOhhh,â Lisa sighed, spreading her legs farther apart. I know now there was no turning back. I withdrew my probing finger and laid next to her. âLeece does that feel good?â I whispered. âDo you want me to go on?â âUh-huh,â she whimpered. âI want you tooâ âHas anyone ever made you feel like this?â she shook her head. âIâŚI play with myself down there sometimes. But it never feels like this.â Her voice was trembling.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek, and crawled back down to continue exploring her luscious little body. This time, I knelt between her open legs, placed my hands on her ass cheek, and spread them open ever so slightly, was so pretty! Bent down and placed the tip of my tongue lightly against it! I could taste, and smell, the salt and sweat that lingered from her gymnastics workout.
Lisa gasped at the feel of my tongue on her most private parts. Her cheeks flexed together, and she bucked her ass away from me slightly. Damn, I scolded myself moving to fast here. I followed her movements though, and probed with my tongue. She sighed, and relaxed her muscles. Her ass opened up to me again, and I wriggled my tongue against her tiny dark hole.
âOH, JILL!â she moaned breathlessly. âI like that!â she supported herself slightly on her elbows and scooted her bottom higher in the air. I began lapping up and down, beginning at her pussy, now swollen and wet, then running it upward over her asshole. She writhed sensuously. Her response to my tongue was so erotic! I reached my hand around and played with her hairless clit. Lisa bucked against me and emitted a deep, sensual moan. I moved my tongue lower, slurping up the hot, sweet juices that coated her slit, and touched the tip against her little pink button. âOHHH!â she gasped with delight!
I circled her clit with my tongue as she writhed against me. I moved my hand up higher, placed my middle finger against her asshole and my index finger against her slit, and pushed against her. To my delight I slid in pretty easy up to the first knuckle. But Lisa surprised at the new sensation, drew away with a jerk, the fingers slipped out. I continued my licking though, and she squirmed back. I reinserted my fingers, and this time she opened up. I pushed deeper, and managed to get my middle index finger buried in her ass up to the second knuckle, and my index finger almost all the way in her hot pussy. God, she was so tight!! I delighted in the liquid warmth of her vagina. She was lusty with sixteen years of pent up desire.
She began to rock back and forth, pressing her hot cunt against my face, as my fingers slid in and out of her hot little holes. I bent my head down, and peeked up past her tummy. Her little tits were to small to sway in rhythm to her movements, but her nipples were erect and swollen with lust. She was sweating profusely, and her blond hair hung down over her flushed face. Her breather was harsh and ragged and she was making uh uh uh sounds, as she gave herself to her desires. Her pretty pussy was oozing with juices, and my chin was soaked. Her pussy tasted so sweet.
Soon, I knew that time had come. I took her pulsating clit between my lips and sucked gently, while my tongue licked it rapidly. âUUNNNHH!â she cried, and she humped against me furiously, as her orgasm washed over her in waves. The bedsprings squeaked loudly in sync to her bucking as she squealed in delight. I pressed my tongue more firmly against her swollen clit, and pushed my fingers into her tight holes as deeply as they would go. Her pelvic muscles grasped my fingers as spasm after spasm coursed through her body. âOHHH JILL!â she cried again, this time muffled, as her face was buried deep in the sheets.
Soon her rocking motions eased, and she lowered her tense body back down onto the bed. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as the lingering sensations of her climax gradually left her. I crawled up to her and gently moved the strands of her hair, dark with sweat, from her cheeks and brow. I kissed her lightly on her forehead, and stroked her flushed cheeks. She opened her eyes, and looked up at me. âThat felt so good!â she sighed. âIâm glad. I really liked making you feel good. Have you ever come before?â âIs that what that is? Cumming? Iâve heard my girlfriends talking about it, but I was never sure what they meant.â she smiled contentedly. âNow I Know!â
We laid there next to each other for a while. She was silent, and her breathing was returning to normal. I was beginning to wonder what her thoughts were, now that the lust and passion was wearing off. Did she think what we did was wrong? I was about to say something, when she smiled and said, âIâd like you to feel like that too. Can I do what you did to me? Can I make you cum?â
I smiled back at her. I had nearly forgotten, with the joy of giving Lisa her first orgasm, my own urgently throbbing pussy. I needed to get off so bad. âPlease, Leece. I would really like that!â I tore off my shirt and slid my cutoffs and panties down in one swift motion. I was quivering in anticipation, and I got on my back with my legs spayed open, eager for Lisa to pleasure me. But she just looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. âNo,â she said. âI want to do exactly what you did to me, with you on your stomach.â I giggled in spite of my horniness. I really needed to come, and wanted immediate relief. I was way beyond foreplay, but the thought of Lisa probing my ass with her soft little tongue was irresistible. I flipped over on my stomach, and hunched my butt into the air. I felt her crawl between my legs, and she rubbed my butt cheeks with her soft hands, but only for a moment. Soon I felt her warm tongue probing against my ass cheeks, over, but not quite touching my asshole. I gasped at the sensation, and I was delighted with her willingness to lick me there. I reached my hands around and spread my ass cheeks apart as far as I could, to give her full freedom to explore. Immediately I felt her tongue fluttering against my asshole, light and smooth as a feather.
âOHHH, LEECE,â I moaned. âThatâs it. Thatâs so nice.â Her tongue lapped against my dark puckered hole. I would have liked to feel her tongue go inside, but I couldnât bear the wait anymore. âI need you to lick my pussy, Lisa. I need to cum really bad.â she obeyed. I felt her tongue sliding down, over my pussy lips. I groaned into the sheets. Then she paused, âYouâre really allâŚall wet down here.â âThatâs what happens when you get horny, honey. You were all wet down there too.â She wasnât shy about licking the juices from my pussy lips. The feeling was indescribable, and my clit throbbed with tension. I gasped. âLick lower, Leece. And put your finger inside me.â
She found my clit with her tongue after I whispered directions to her. âOHHH GOD, LISA! Thatâs it donât stop!â my body tensed, stomach muscles tightening and thighs quivering, as she licked my throbbing button with long wet strokes. I thrust my butt higher in the air. âPut your finger in my ass !â she hesitated âI donât knowâŚâ âPLEASE Lisa,â I whimpered. âI need you to do that for me honey!â she screwed up enough courage, and I soon felt her fingertip pressing against my butt hole. She probed for awhile, but soon, I felt its entire length sliding deep into my ass. That all it took. âOHHH GODDDD, LISA! LICK ME HARD!â I humped frantically against her face as my orgasm rushed through my body. I rocked back and forth, reveling in the sensation of her finger sliding in and out of my asshole as she lapped my pussy. âAHHHHHH!â I cried, as my body shuddered in ecstasy. I screamed into the pillow, my body convulsing, out of controlâŚ
âJILL! I think you had better leave! NOW!â FUCK! That was a mans voice! I pulled away from Lisa and rolled over in one swift motion, and looked up in horror. There, in the bedroom doorway, were Lisaâs parentsâŚ
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