Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 16:31:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: ybother1122@yahoo.com
Subject: Good Girl - 14

This is a story about the sexual awakening of a young woman. If you
either; A) aren't into that, B) aren't old enough to be reading it, or
C) can't read, you should really stop here. If you liked (or hated) this
story, drop us a line at ybother1122@yahoo.com. Don't take anything you
read here too seriously, we certainly didn't.


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writer than feedback. Remember that when you read other stuff at Nifty.



Heather sat on the aisle seat between Steven and Denise, plugging her
nose and swallowing to clear her sinuses as the 747 taking them back home
finally reached cruising altitude. Denise had insisted on taking the
window seat and Steven counseled Heather not to make an issue of it as
they boarded.

"She has a hard time leaving vacations," he whispered to the girl as he
stowed their carry on bags. "She'll be cranky if she doesn't get the
window."

Heather understood; she had a hard time leaving Sabine Maas' Rio home
too.





Steven and Denise had dropped Heather off at her home just as a UPS truck
was pulling away. She lugged her suitcase to the door, fumbled with her
keys, and let herself in.

There, on the floor next to the hall closet, was her original suitcase.
The handle was festooned with airport tags from five different airports
on two continents. She stooped down and opened it to see the last thing
she had packed, her old green one-piece bathing suit. It made her smile.

God that's big, she thought.

She jumped to her feet as an ear-splitting shriek filled the air.

"WHO THE HELL ARE...Heather?"

Heather turned to see her friend, Christine, standing at the end of the
hall. She had dropped the dog's bowl, bringing the collie scampering to
lap up the food that had fallen over the floor. When the dog saw who had
come through the door he rocketed to Heather's side, yipping and jumping
with canine glee.

"There's my Woody," she knelt to greet the overexcited collie,
"There's the Woodster!"

"What the hell happened to you?" Christine asked, scooping up dog food
from around her feet.

"What do you mean?" Heather came over and started to help her friend
clean up the mess on the floor. The dog was not helping, alternately
snapping up kibble and nuzzling the girls' faces.

"What was it, Extreme Makeover Brazil?"

Heather stood up and caught a look at herself in the full-length mirror
in the living room. There was a long-legged girl in a short skirt. She
had a tan just turned from a red to a soft brown and the sun had streaked
blondish accents into her hair. The sunglasses, she realized, were fairly
expensive-looking.

"Well..."

Up in her bedroom, Heather and Christine unpacked the contents of the
lost luggage while she told the story of Danny's altered plans, the
missing suitcases and Sabine Maas' house on the beach. Heather skirted a
lot of the details. The short, plump, curly haired brunette had been her
friend since grade school and she didn't want to let her know exactly
what the parties had been about.

"So this woman bought you a whole new wardrobe?"

"Just stuff to wear while I was there, just two weeks worth," Heather
said as she put the green swimsuit deep into her closet. "She owned a
whole block of clothing shops, I'm sure she dressed me in overstock."

"This is overstock?" Christine had opened the new suitcase and lifted
the blue party dress out. Her eyes were wide, "Chanel does not make
overstock."

Heather looked at the dress and realized she didn't remember packing it.
Reflexively, she stroked the silky flank, "I guess she must have packed
that."

She took the dress and carefully hung it in her closet; she thought of
the night she wore it, the dinner and the swim in the moonlight. She was
pulled from her reverie when she heard her friend, "ooh, pictures!"

A wave of electric horror shot through Heather. She hadn't taken any
pictures. She didn't remember anyone taking any pictures. She turned
around carefully, slowly.

Christine held up a snapshot, "Who's this?"

She was holding a picture of Sabine. The woman was gesturing with a knife
in one hand and a lime in the other. The picture was taken in the
kitchen. Heather was relieved to see the woman was wearing one of her
ubiquitous art smocks.

They flipped through a collection of photos Heather never noticed being
taken. There was Solique in the market buying fruit with Steven and
Denise. There were several pictures taken on the Admiral's sailboat
featuring Catherine at the helm and Kitten sitting at her knee.

All of the pictures featured fully-clothed, if affectionate, vacationers.
Christine stopped at one of the pictures taken on the horse ride into the
mountains. She was looking at a picture of Jaime, he was framed from
above and behind by the city's famous statue of Christ.

"Who is THAT?"

"That's Jaime," Heather said.

"He's beautiful."

"He's a really sweet guy," Heather said. "And yes, he is that hot."

"It looks like you had a really great time," Christine said. "If I
were you I would have stayed there. I mean, it's just such a wonderful
OH MY GOD!"

There was a picture of Heather and Solique standing on the beach holding
drinks and mugging for the camera. Heather, after her immediate fear of a
picture of group sex photo passed, and didn't see what the cause for
shock was.

"You wore that?"

Heather laughed, "Yes."

"Was that a thong?"

"Not really, let me show you." Heather said, rooting through her bag.
She came up with her blue suit and a green one tangled up in it. It was
Solique's suit. She untangled hers and held it up. "It's a French
cut."

"I can't believe you wore that in public," Christine said, shaking her
head and stifling a laugh. She picked up the green suit, "Who's was
this?"

"That's Solique's suit, I must have picked it up by mistake," Heather
said. There was no French cut about this suit. Solique loved to show her
body and wriggled her curvy bottom into a tiny green g-string and
matching top every morning before going out to the beach. She was a lot
of girl and she wanted to make sure everyone could get a good look.

"You know..." Heather said, cocking her eye at her childhood friend, "I
think this would fit you."

Christine honestly didn't know what Heather meant.











Coaxing Christine out of the bathroom took nearly 10 minutes, twice as
long as it took Heather to talk her into trying it on. She went through
three different arguments (the winning being "I've seen you naked
already"), before Christine poked her head out the door.

"You can't tell anyone about this," she said. "Oh..."

While she was in the bathroom, Heather had put on her bathing suit and
was waiting with her hands on her hips. Chastised, Christine stepped out
from behind the door, her arms covering her chest.

Heather pulled her into the room, in the process pulling the girls hands
away from her breasts. Christine's skin was covered in goose bumps and
the blush on her face was creeping down her chest.

"Look at you," Heather said approvingly. "You look fantastic in
that."

Christine mumbled something to the contrary while she kept her eyes on
the floor. Christine had always been a round girl, but her approaching
womanhood had moved her baby fat around in interesting ways. Her breasts
were slightly larger than the top was made for and they stretched the
small green triangles. Her thighs were wide, but the skin was smooth and
well-shaped.

I wonder, Heather thought, would little boys fawn over Christine the way
they fell over Solique? It made her smile to think of how boys too young
to know what a woman was knew she was what they wanted in a wife.

Heather cast her eyes over Christine's soft, bare ass and smiled, "Oh,
you would have been popular in Rio."

"Stop," Christine moaned, "I look terrible."

Her hands drifted over her abdomen, where she carried a small paunch.
Heather noticed that it accentuated her hips and drew the eye downward to
the small green patch covering her pussy.

That made Heather think, "Christine, do you shave?"

"I always shave my legs, otherwise they get really gross," she said.

"No," she said, pointing to the girl's crotch. "Do you shave your
pussy?"

Christine flinched at the word, "What?"

Heather indicated her own suit, "I had to shave to wear this, otherwise
it sticks out the sides."

Christine's eyes were locked on Heather's hips, "No, I don't grow a
lot. I'm going to get out of this now."

"You should keep that suit," Heather said, stopping the girl from
stepping back into the bathroom. "It really looks great on you."

"My butt is hanging out," she complained.

Heather smiled and turned her friend around; she patted the girl's
bottom gently. "Solique would say you've got a pretty, white girl
butt."

When Heather turned back to look into Christine's eyes she saw something
brittle and bright there. They were wide and she was barely breathing,
"She would think I'm pretty?"

Heather smiled softly and slid her hand down, thumb tracing along the
fabric of the bathing suit, to cup underneath Christine's ass, "I think
you're beautiful."

She leaned in and kissed her friend's cheek. The girl mumbled something,
Heather was sure of that. With her other hand she held Christine's cheek
and kissed all around her face. She ended up at her lips, pushing them
open and letting her tongue slide around.

The girl went rigid as Heather pulled her into her arms and kissed her
deeply. Heather wondered if this is how she acted when Denise gave her
her first kiss. Christine's lips and tongue were shivery and trembling,
her hands fumbled at nothing between them.

Heather reached down and gripped her friend's ass gently, stroking and
kneading them as she backed the girl towards the bed. Christine, trying
to squirm in every direction at once was shocked to realize she had been
grinding her chest against Heather. She fell onto the bed as soon as the
back of her knees touched the mattress.

Heather knelt at the edge of the mattress over her friend and smiled,
"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to bite you."

With that, she pulled off her bikini top and lay across the girl,
peppering kisses over her neck and face. Christine started to protest
when Heather pulled the triangle of green fabric away from her right
breast and began to suck.

"Ohhh," she quailed, beginning to shake. "H-Heather!"

Heather ran her hand down Christine's flank to rest on the soft curve of
her thigh. The skin was covered in a downy hair that caused a shudder
when she barely touched it, sending Christine's hips dancing. Heather
took a long, swirling lick around each of her hard nipples and smiled.

"You're so sweet," she said. "Were you this squirmy when you did it
with Dave Warren?"

Christine was put off track by the question, "We didn't really do
anything."

Heather pushed her breasts together to kiss both nipples at once, earning
another squeal, "I thought you said you had sex with him."

"We made out and stuff," she started, managing as much shrug as she
could. "I touched his...you know, and he, you know..."

"What?"

"He came right there," the blush returned to her face and chest.

Heather laughed, "He came all over your hand?"

Christine's face went through a series of changes that told the rest of
the story.

"You were kissing it, weren't you? You were sucking his cock and he
came in your mouth!"

Christine went a deep red and turned away. Heather nuzzled her breasts,
"That will happen. When I was at Sabine's house there was a boy who
came over to paint the guest cottages. I was out by the pool when he was
taking his break and he was nice enough to put suntan lotion on my back
for me."

"And?"

"Well... he did such a nice job I had to give him a kiss. Things happened
and I gave him a blowjob," Heather said.

"You didn't!"

"I did," Heather said. "It was OK, but while I was doing it Solique
came up behind me and licked my pussy. That's when he came in my
mouth."

Christine's eyes were wide, "You had s-sex with a boy and a girl at the
same time?"

"Well, we got derailed for a little bit," Heather said. "But we kissed
for a while and we used the suntan lotion on Solique. That made him hard
again and he put it in her butt. Well, I put him in her butt."

Heather described the scene of her stroking the boy's cock as he kissed
Solique. She guided her friend to her hands and knees, gently bending her
over the side of a chaise lounge. She put another coating of the slippery
lotion onto him before guiding the tip of his cock against the small
opening at the center of Solique's jiggling brown bottom. The girl
squealed and tensed as he entered her. Heather draped herself over
Solique, kissing her cheek, one hand cupping a breast while the other
swirled quick circles over her clit. Towards the end, when Solique was
panting and moaning, Heather stood and guided the boy's lips to her
pussy, throwing her leg over his shoulder to give him better access.

The brunette's whole form shook. Heather took Christine's face in her
hands and kissed her. For the first time, the girl allowed her hands to
release their clenched knot and tentatively travel over Heather's back.

Heather knelt erect and pulled her own top off, caressing her small
breasts for the other girl's benefit. Heather ran her fingertips lightly
across the soft skin above the front panel of Christine's suit bottoms.

"I want you to take these off," he said.

Christine swallowed hard. Heather was now able to see the dark stain
spreading across the green fabric.

"Why?" she asked, her voice was small.

"You have to take them off so I can lick your pussy," Heather said.
"Take them off now."



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