Subject: Jewelry Store Girl
Story Codes: FF oral
Diary Date: August 24, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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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
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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 to 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.
“Hmmmmmm, 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 how 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 an 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 had 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.
“Ummmmm.... 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 its way through her panties.
“Ohhhhhh,” 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?
“Noooooo, 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 possibly 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.
Cindy’s 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.
“Mmmmmmm, 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.
“Mmmmmmm, 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 aftershocks
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 onetime 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