Date: Sun, 24 May 2015 18:24:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: emmett1120@yahoo.com
Subject: Jessica and Laura Part 1
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Jessican and Laura Part 1
It was going to be a great summer for Jessica - she felt certain of
that. After all, she was 15, had just finished her freshman year in high
school, was popular, and had been accepted onto the varsity track team for
her sophomore year. She was going to work part time for her dad, earning
some cash, which would help cover some of the things she had planned to do
all summer, like regular Starbucks runs, or trips to the beach. She had an
annual pass for Disneyland, and since she was only a few miles from there,
planned to go there weekly with her friends. And, to top it all off, she
had tickets to a Jonas Brothers concert in late July. Yes, it was going to
be a good summer for Jess.
Jessica (she liked to be called Jess) was pretty, and maybe some
guys would even say she was "hot". She was about 5'4", with a runner's
body. She was toned, but not buffed out. She had well developed thighs
and calves, which she showed off regularly by wearing short shorts or short
skirts, and she never wore stockings or nylons. She had a perfect bubble
butt that highlighted those nice thighs, which again, she'd show off by
wearing only tight shorts. She didn't have a 6-pack belly, but it was
flat, and she wore midriff-baring crop tops and tight shirts that allowed
her flat belly to be accentuated. Her arms were toned, but not buff. And
her tits were firm and not big, but big enough that a high-school guy could
put his hands on them with his fingers spread out completely and they'd
just cover them. They were also firm enough that Jess rarely wore a bra,
and wore sun dresses and strapless tops, because, well...she could. If she
did wear a bra, she wore a push up that made her cleavage stand out, and
then she'd complement that with a low-cut top. Jess had the dark
complexion that comes from her Greek heritage, with deep brown eyes, and
jet black long hair. If she had any flaw it was her overbite - but when
you looked at Jess you'd forgive that minor flaw. She was well liked at
school and church, and even at 15 was getting asked out by guys. Yes, for
Jess, life at 15 was good.
The summer pretty much went as expected. She worked 2-3 days a
week for her dad, and then spent the rest of the time with friends. She'd
hit the mall, or rode bikes to Starbucks for an iced coffee. She and her
friends would go see movies, or just hang out listening to music on Jess's
iPhone. She'd text her friends late at night and into the early morning
hours. Beach trips were a highlight, and the upcoming Jonas Brothers
concert was getting her and her friends all excited. She'd flirt with guys
at Disneyland or the mall, and even had a couple of guys hit on her at the
beach when she was in her blue and red bikini.
Late in July, just a few days before the highly anticipated Jonas
Brothers concert, Jess and a couple of her friends wanted to go horseback
riding up at a local regional park. They coerced one of the church youth
leaders to go along (since they needed a ride and someone over 18 to be
with them), and arrived at the stables on a particularly warm late July
day. They were greeted by a big, very overweight woman who ran the place.
She took their cash and permission slips, and guided them out into the
staging area. The woman was formidable, one of that kind that obviously
didn't care how she looked, and was, well, scary.
"LAURA!" the big woman yelled. She then yelled out another girl's
name, who came running over. "LAURA!!!!" the big woman yelled again. Jess
noticed someone walk out from the tack house, and she fixed her gaze upon
her. The girl was pretty, with long chestnut brown hair tied up in a
ponytail. She was tan in the face, shoulders and arms, which was evident
because of the knit cotton tank top she was wearing. She had tight jeans
on that showed about an inch of midriff, and she, like Jess, had a flat
belly. Jess noticed her toned and even slightly muscular arms, her lean
but striking face, deep brown eyes, the small chin, thin lips, sharp nose,
all shaded by a beat-up straw cowboy hat. As the girl passed Jess, she
turned and looked into Jess's eyes with an intense gaze, which was
lightened up with a small smile. As she walked towards the big woman Jess
could see she even had a tight butt. All Jess could think was that the
girl was stunning.
"Laura," the big woman said, pointing at the group of girls
one-by-one. "Put this girl on Rat, that girl on Cinnamon, that girl on
Jinxy, and that one," pointing at Jess, "on Jake." As the big woman
pointed at Jess, the girl, who was obviously Laura, looked at Jess again
and smiled. Jess smiled back slightly. She felt this girl was nice, the
complete opposite of the big woman and her aggressive and temperamental
personality. It was then that Jess noticed something else: Laura's nipples
poking out conspicuously through the knit ribbed cotton of the tank top she
was wearing. Jess guessed that Laura wasn't wearing a bra.
"Shit," Jess thought to herself. "That girl's tits are firm enough
that she doesn't have to wear a bra!" Jess began to watch as Laura and the
other girl picked up some halters hanging at the gate of the enclosure
where all the horses were kept. Jess could see, now that Laura's back was
to her, that indeed, there were no bra strap showing, and the tight, ribbed
knit cotton top was smooth all the way from the top by Laura's broad
shoulders, all the way down Laura's firm back, to the now almost 2" of bare
midriff showing. Laura was braless, a fact that Jess was obsessing about.
Laura and the other girl went into the enclosure. Immediately, the
horses began to shift around and move away from the two girls, because they
knew what was coming up. Jess watched intently as Laura - who seemed
totally comfortable around an animal that weighed nearly 2000 lbs. -
effortlessly got one horse and put the halter on, then, holding on to that
one horse, got another, and got the halter on it. The two girls led the
four horses out of the enclosure, and looped the lead rope of the halters
onto a hitching rail, and then groomed them and put the saddles on. Jess
figured out why Laura had such well-toned arms when she saw how easily she
tossed the saddles up onto the horses' backs. Even though Jess's friends
were chatting with her, she was mesmerized by how quickly and confidently
Laura worked with the horses. When the horses were finally ready, the big
woman started pointing out the girls in Jess's group, and telling them to
come over to a horse. Each girl was helped up into the saddle, had the
stirrups adjusted, and then led off to a waiting area. Jess was last one
to be put on a horse. "You," the big woman said, pointing at Jess. Laura
turned and looked at Jess as she approached the horse. She smiled gently
at Jess again, and then turned her eyes away, as if avoiding Jess's eyes.
"Laura'll help you get on," the big woman said, and she walked away.
"OK," Laura said, and Jess thought she had a nice, sweet, somewhat
raspy voice. "Have you ever gotten on a horse before?" she asked. Jess
shook her head no, unable to speak for some reason. "OK. First, put your
left foot in the stirrup," and Jess did so. "Then," Laura continued, "grab
the back of the saddle with your right hand," which was tricky to do with
her left foot in the stirrup. "Then, take a hold of his mane right here,"
and Laura grasped a few inches of the horse's mane. "It won't hurt him,"
she reassured Jess.
"You don't grab that?" Jess asked, pointing at the saddle horn.
"No," Laura said, shaking her head. "The mane is fine. So, grab
some of that and pull yourself up, pushing in the stirrup at the same
time." Jess grabbed a bit of the mane and pushed herself up, pulling on
the saddle and mane simultaneously. But she didn't do it, and dropped back
down to her feet.
"Sorry," Jess said quietly, feeling like she had to apologize.
"Don't worry," Laura giggled assuredly. "Takes a few times to get
used to it. I'll help you this time". Jess again began to pull up and
push, when she felt Laura's hand on her butt. As she shakily pulled
herself up, with Laura pushing her butt, she felt a squeeze on her butt
cheek. Laura was squeezing her ass!
"Swing the right leg over" Laura commanded, and Jess did so, firmly
landing on the saddle. "OK," Laura continued. "Now we need to adjust the
stirrups. Put your feet in both stirrups and stand." Jess had observed
this being done with each of her friends, so by now she somewhat knew what
to do. She slipped her feet into both stirrups, stood, and was told then
to sit down again. Laura grasped Jess's ankle with a firm yet gentle grasp
and pulled it out of the stirrup. Jess looked down as Laura did the
adjustment, and was able to see just a bit of Laura's cleavage, most of it
hidden by the brim of Laura's straw cowboy hat. Laura grasped Jess's ankle
again, putting it back in the stirrup, and then walked around the back of
the horse, repeating the steps on the other stirrup. This time Jess leaned
back slightly, and was able to completely see down the front of Laura's
top. She noticed that Laura had space between her tits - not much - but
there was some. She also could see the fabric of the cotton top underneath
Laura's tits, which only confirmed that Laura was braless. It was then
that Laura looked up at Jess, and obviously caught Jess staring at her
cleavage. Laura didn't say anything, but met Jess's eyes and gave her a
sly smile. A smile that meant "I caught you and I'm glad you were
looking."
"This is Jake," Laura said, patting the horse's neck. "He's
gentle, likes to stay in the back, won't trot unless you make him, and will
not run unless you REALLY make him. But we won't be doing any of that
today." Laura led Jake over to the other group, and handed the reins up to
Jess, giving her a quick tutorial on how to hold them. She then walked
over to a very pretty pinto, which she mounted effortlessly, and trotted
the horse towards Jess sitting astride Jake.
"LISTEN UP!" the big woman started up. "Casey is your wrangler.
She'll lead you on the trail. Do EVERYTHING she tells you!" The big woman
sounded like a Marine Corps drill sergeant. "Laura, here," she said
pointing at Laura, "is the rear. She'll keep an eye on you guys. Listen
to everything she says TOO! See you in an hour." Casey, the other girl,
started the group out. By the time it came for Jess and Jake to move, he
was hesitant.
"OK," Laura said gently. "Just squeeze your feet into his side."
Jess obeyed, and in doing so, felt Jake move slightly. Laura kept
alongside her as they left the staging area for the trail. Jake obviously
didn't want to go, because he stopped frequently, and each time, Laura
coached Jess on squeezing with her feet to get him to keep going. Once
they were out of the stable area and on the trail a bit, Jake cooperated
and kept going at a slow steady walk.
"Your horse is pretty," Jess stammered a bit, trying to make small
talk. She was looking at Laura's horse, but would glance up at Laura's
breasts, which were barely moving as her body moved in rhythm with the
horse. "What's his - or her- name?"
"His name's Toby - he's a good horse," and Laura leaned forward to
pat Toby on the neck. Jess watched as Laura's long ponytail slipped over
her shoulder to her front. As she sat back up, she brushed the ponytail
behind her. "How old are you?" Laura asked after a couple of moments of
silence.
"Fifteen," Jess replied. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," was Laura's response. There was silence except for
the sound of the "clip-clop" of the two horse's hooves on the dirt trail.
"Have a boyfriend?" Laura asked, turning towards Jess, who giggled at the
question.
"My parents won't let me date until I'm 16," she replied.
"Doesn't mean you don't have a boyfriend," Laura said back to her.
"What about texting, or Facebook messaging? Isn't there a guy at school
you go to the dances with or talk to a lot that you could say is a
`boyfriend'?"
Jess shrugged her shoulders. "I guess, well, yeah...I mean,
there...ARE guys that I like and that I know like...me. It's just..." she
trailed off and shrugged her shoulders again. "I go to the dances and guys
ask me to dance, and, you know, we give each other our numbers..." A few
seconds of the clip-clop of hooves was all that was heard. "And they call,
or text, but...you know..." A pause again as the sound of hooves echoed
around them. "Until I can date, I don't really have a boyfriend." She
turned and looked at Laura. "Do you, you know...have a boyfriend?"
Laura just smiled. "No. I don't either. I work here and at
Target, and during the school year I work here and have school and track.
Just not enough time. Plus," she added, lowering the volume of her voice
and moving her horse closer to Jess's horse. "Why do I need a boyfriend
when I have this?", and she began to press her crotch into the saddle,
rubbing it back and forth. Jess watched, not quite realizing what Laura
was doing. But as Laura closed her eyes, and slightly tilted her head
back, Jess figured it out. Soft moans came from Laura's mouth, and Jess
gazed down at the Laura's nipples, which were now quite obviously erect
underneath the ribbed cotton top. Laura continued to rub her crotch
against the saddle, sometimes pushing her pelvis up a bit so that it really
rubbed her well. Laura was now breathing deeply, and Jess turned to see
the other horses of the group nearly 50 yards ahead, oblivious to the fact
that Laura was masturbating against the saddle. Jess found herself
breathing funny as she watched the 17 year old girl press her crotch into
the saddle repeatedly, obviously working herself up to a climax. Then,
just as quickly as it started, it stopped, with Laura bending down a bit
over the saddle, and exhaling deeply. It was then that Jess realized that
she was slightly damp: that witnessing this pretty girl get off got her
excited too. She was also glad that she had a bra and top on, since she
could feel that her own nipples were erect.
"Sorry `bout that," Laura said quietly, after a few moments of
silence highlighted by the clip-clop of the horse's hooves. "I get off
sometimes when I ride. I REALLY like doing it when I'm riding bareback.
Sometimes I'll wear a skirt or dress and even no underwear. It's just a
great way to get off." There was a pregnant pause after Laura spoke,
broken only by the sound of hooves on the dirt trail. "Do you masturbate?"
Laura asked Jess, which both surprised Jess, yet didn't surprise her. She
stammered a bit.
"Yeah," she finally admitted, as if she was being grilled by her
parents. "Not too often," she said quietly.
"Like, how much is `not too often'", Laura inquired. "Once a week?
Couple of times a month? Once a month?"
Jess felt self-conscious about discussing this. Yet, at the same
time, she felt a certain excitement, a thrill. After all, she found Laura
very attractive and sexy, and naughty, too. That made Jess bold.
"Couple of times a month," Jess finally replied, feeling both like
she should not reveal that personal information, yet wanting to. There was
something very attractive about Laura that was giving Jess thoughts that
she hadn't had in a few years. And the fact that Laura was very pretty,
braless, had just gotten off, and was 17, made her even more attractive to
Jess.
Laura's horse was still close to Jess's horse, but even so, she
leaned over to talk to Jess. "You use toys, or just fingers, or...?" Laura
trailed off, wanting to coax Jess into revealing how she masturbated. Jess
just giggled. When she finished she looked up and noticed that the rest of
their group was just a few yards ahead, stopped, and obviously waiting.
The girl's youth leader shouted at them.
"HEY! You guys are too far behind! KEEP UP!"
"You up for a trot?" Laura asked, turning towards Jess. Jess
shrugged her shoulders, not even knowing what that might be. "C'mon,"
Laura said, and she squeezed her legs into her horse's sides, which made
him pick up the pace to a trot. Jess's horse, Jake, automatically started
to trot as well, and Jess quickly regretted this. Even though they only
trotted for a few yards, Jess became sorry she had worn the short shorts -
the leather and seams of the saddle chaffed her skin, and she knew she was
going to have marks there. She thought "THAT'S why Laura and the other
girl are in jeans!"
The rest of the ride was quiet. Laura and Jess stayed with the
rest of the group, so Laura's conversation now was about track, or school,
or boys, and certainly not sexual in any way. By the time the group
returned to the stables, Jess felt dirty and knew her legs were going to be
sore. As they got into the stables, Laura told Jess and the other girls to
stay on the horses. Quickly, both Laura and the other wrangler, Casey,
tied up their horses, and then helped each girl in the group get off their
horse. It was Casey who came over to help Jess, and as she did, Jess
glanced at Laura, who was looking at the two of them intently. Jess could
tell that Laura had wanted to help her. As soon as Jess's feet touched the
ground, she felt her legs slightly buckle under her, and Casey quickly
reached her arm around Jess's waist to steady her. Jess, along with all
the girls from her group, started to comment about their shaky legs. Casey
released Jess, and she started to walk towards the other girls in the
group, who, like Jess, were all walking "funny".
"You all ready to go?" the older girl asked, and they said they
were. "Five Guys?" Jess suggested, and they all agreed. As they started
to walk away, Jess heard her name being called out by Laura.
"Jess!" Laura jogged over to Jess, who saw Laura's firm tits
bounce gently in the blue ribbed-cotton top. "Hi," she said, somewhat
breathlessly. "I just wanted to get your number and give you mine.
I'd...I'd like to call you." Jess bit her lip gently. This was not just a
simple "let's exchange numbers." It felt like, to her at least, that Laura
was asking for her number just like a guy who was wanting to go out would
ask for it - nervously. Jess felt a tingle between her legs and she felt a
shudder of excitement.
"JESS!" the girl's leader yelled. "C'MON!"
"JUST A SEC!" Jess turned, yelling back. She got out her iPhone as
Laura pulled out hers. The both had them in jeweled cases, which made Jess
giggle. Quickly, she gave Laura her number and Laura gave Jess hers.
"OK. I'll call tonight, OK?" Laura asked, and Jess nodded an OK.
"You two love-birds done yet?" the youth leader asked, which
embarrassed Jess. She realized that there was no way any of the other
girls would know that she'd watched as Laura masturbated against the
saddle. But, still, this was a shock to even THINK that the leader may
know that there was a strong attraction between Jess and her new friend.
They all piled into the leader's small Honda, and drove down, music
blasting, to the local Five Guys. After that, they headed to one of the
girl's houses and swam in the pool. For Jess, though, images of Laura
humping the saddle, enhanced by images of Laura's erect nipples and nice
cleavage, continued to race through her mind during the afternoon and well
into the evening.
Jess and her friends got together later that evening to go see a
movie, and it was during that movie that Jess's iPhone rang (rather, it
vibrated, since Jess muted it while they were in the movie). She didn't
recognize the number, but wondered (as one of her friends leaned over to
ask who had called her) if it was Laura. She really couldn't answer it,
though. Then her iPhone did a quick vibration, indicating she had a voice
mail. She'd listen to it later. After the movie, the girls went out for
dessert at a local Coco's, and it was nearly midnight when Jess got back
home. At 15, she had an 11 PM curfew, so she did get a bit of a "talking
to" from her dad, but since he knew who she was with, he was lenient, and
just lectured her. Jess went to her room, changed from her jeans,
long-sleeved top and hoodie into sleep shorts, and a crop top t-shirt,
removing her bra. She plopped on her bed and grabbed her iPhone. This was
the time of night - when her parents were in bed and asleep and she was
still awake - that she usually texted her friends, checked Facebook, and
put in her earbuds to listen to music, which she did right now. She had
already received multiple texts from one of her friends that she'd been
with all day, and she replied to those. Jess moved her legs to sit Indian
style, and she winced a little. She was still sore from the horseback
riding earlier that day. She looked down at the inside of her firm thighs
and noticed a bit of chafing. And then she remembered the voice mail, and
wondered if it had been Laura, and so she checked it. Yes, it was Laura.
Hi, Jess, this is Laura, from the stables today. Hey, just wanted
to call and talk to you. Hope we can get together some time. Gimme a call
back or text me later tonight...and maybe we can talk or something. Bye
Laura had left her number in the message, but now it was past
midnight, and Jess decided that it might be too late to call, so she texted
instead.
Jess: hi laura Jess here sorry didn't answer call was in movie just
listened to vm can't call but txt?
As Jess was typing that he phone buzzed from her friend's text, so
she finished her text to Laura and then responded to her friend's text.
This went on for about several minutes, accompanied by the music that Jess
was listening to with her earbuds. It was nearly 1 AM when Jess's friend
said she had to go to sleep, and wished Jess a "good night" with emoticons
for hugs and kisses. Jess, too, turned off the music, pulled out the
earbuds, and turned off the light on her nightstand. It was a warm night,
so she stayed on top of her bedding, and reached down to rub her thighs
where they were still sore from the saddle. It was then that her mind went
over the ride, the prettiness and sexuality of Laura, how Laura was
braless, Laura's cleavage, her nipples poking through the knit-cotton
fabric. Jess squeezed her sore thighs together, something she did often as
a prelude to masturbating. Images of Laura topless raced through Jess's
mind, and her hand moved up from her thighs to her crotch. She wondered if
one of the messages she got tonight while she was feverishly texting her
friend might have been from Laura, so she picked up her phone with her free
hand, and checked. No, nothing from Laura. She put the phone down, and
moved her hand under her top to her firm left tit and started to play with
her nipple, which was growing erect from the mental and physical
stimulation. As one hand worked her nipple, she moved her other hand from
between her legs, into her sleep shorts and under the thin cotton fabric of
her underwear, and right to her clit. Jess pushed her head back into her
pillow, feeling the joy of touching herself, thinking of the sexy 17 year
old girl on a horse, and something that had happened to her just a few
years earlier.
.....Jess was 12, and one night was staying with a 2 other girls at
a friend's house. It was a typical pre-teenage girl thing, with the girls
all in sleep shorts and tops, no bras at all, and talking about music and
boys. The prettiest girl of the group was Alana, a Japanese-American girl
who at 12 already was well-developed, with broad swimmer's shoulders and
nice sized firm boobs. After debating whether the Jonas Brothers were
better than Justin Bieber, they decided to play "spin the bottle". Alana
started, and on her first spin, the bottle pointed to Jess. The other
girls giggled and said that Alana had to kiss Jess on the lips. So, Alana
got on her hands and knees and crossed the short space between her and
Jess, and kissed Jess gently and quickly on the lips. The other girls
giggled. As Alana moved back from Jess, Jess quickly glimpsed down Alana's
top, and saw the two, nice, firm, preteen girl's breasts. The next girl
spun, and had to kiss Alana, then Jess spun and had to kiss the girl to her
right. The game went on for several minutes, each girl kissing the other
girl at least 4-5 times. But for some reason, whenever Alana spun, it
mostly ended up pointing to Jess, and each subsequent kiss became softer,
and longer, and each time, Jess peeked down Alana's top more intently,
noticing that Alana's small nipples were quite erect. Finally, after one of
the girl's mom came in and told them to be quiet and go to sleep, they all
did. Jess was sharing a bed with one of the other girls, but her mind
raced for quite a while. She had noticed that Alana kissed her differently
than she had kissed the other two girls. And when Jess had to kiss Alana,
Alana's lips were parted, as if she was very receptive to Jess's clumsy and
innocent kisses.....
Jess's right hand was now rubbing her clit, and her left hand was
alternating between massaging her firm, young left tit, and squeezing and
pinching her erect left nipple. She began to slip her fingers into the
lips of her tight, young pussy as her mind went back to another event with
Alana, this one a year after the first overnight.
.....Jess was 13 now, and she and Alana were friends, but not what
you'd call "besties". Yes, they hung out together because they were in the
same neighborhood, but Alana didn't go to school or church with Jess. One
fine, warm summer evening, after having hung out all day at the mall
together, Alana asked Jess to stay overnight. Jess got permission, and
showed up in time for pizza and a movie with Alana's family. It was a
Friday night, so the girls got permission to stay up late, finally going to
bed around 11:30 PM. In the year that had passed, Alana had only developed
more, and if you didn't know she was 13, you'd swear she was 16. Her
breasts were a bit larger and much more firm, and she'd gained a couple of
inches in height. Jess had grown a bit too, and her breasts had gotten
slightly larger, and still as firm. Jess slipped to the bathroom to change
into her sleep shorts and top, and returned to Alana's room. Alana, too,
was in sleep shorts and a sleep top, but it was cut low, just to the top of
her cleavage. Jess's was more of a crop-top tank top, allowing her nice,
toned arms to be bare, and revealing several inches of her flat belly. As
Jess closed Alana's bedroom door behind her, she noticed that there was
nothing on the floor for her to sleep on: no sleeping bag, or air mattress
with bedding.
"Where am I gonna sleep?" Jess asked innocently. Alana smiled, and
patted the bed.
"With me, of course," Alana responded, with a tone of voice that
suggested that it was obvious that Jess would sleep in Alana's bed with
her. Jess shrugged her shoulders - she's slept with girls in their beds on
sleepovers, so this was not unusual for her - and she asked which side of
the bed she was sleeping on. Alana said she'd take the inside, against the
wall, and crawled in under the sheet. Alana then told Jess to turn off the
light, which she did, and then Jess crawled in next to her. It was a tight
squeeze - two teenage girls in a twin bed. But Jess was fine with it.
They began to talk softly, very quietly, about various things: school,
boys, shopping, music, boy bands, running - typical teenage girl talk.
Then Alana shifted herself so that she was laying on her right side facing
Jess. As she did this, her firm left breast rested on Jess's left arm.
Jess could feel it, even through the cotton of Alana's sleep top.
"Jess," Alana whispered. "Remember a year ago when we were at
Taylor's, and we played `spin the bottle'? Remember?" Jess had vivid
memories of that night, of kissing other young girls and being kissed by
the other girls, and repeatedly by Alana. She squeezed her lips together
tightly, wanting to confess that she liked it, yet not wanting to reveal
something so secret. Alana asked again if she remembered.
"Yeah," Jess said softly, so softly that Alana barely heard the
reply.
"Didja like it?" Alana asked, now gently touching Jess's left
forearm with her fingers. Alana added, in a very low whisper, "the
kissing?"
Jess nodded her head, which was a genuine reaction. It surprised
her. Yes, she HAD enjoyed the kissing, and particularly had enjoyed how
much and how gentle Alana's kisses were that night. But apparently, in the
darkness of Alana's room, she hadn't seen Jess's nod. Alana asked again,
and as she did, her fingers moved up, stopping at her firm breast resting
on Jess's bare arm.
"Yes," Jess replied, her voice somewhat trembling.
"Can I kiss you again?" Alana asked, her own voice sounding
fluttered. Jess nodded again, and added a quiet "Yes" to it, to make sure
that Alana heard her this time. Alana brought her lips down to Jess's
lips, and kissed them gently and briefly. She then kissed Jess again, and
again, and soon, Jess felt the warm moistness of Alana's lips part, so Jess
did the same. The room was quiet, but sounds of kissing echoed off the
walls. Jess reached up with her right hand, placing it on Alana's back,
and began to caress Alana's broad shoulders and run her fingers through
Alana's long and straight hair. As Jess did this, she felt Alana's left
hand move to her left breast, over the sleep shirt, and squeeze. Jess
responded by opening her mouth more, and accepting Alana's tongue. Alana
groped Jess's boob as they continued to kiss, and then Alana shifted her
hand from above the fabric and into Jess's sleep shirt, placing her hand
directly on Jess's firm, young, teen tit. She pinched Jess's erect nipple,
which made Jess jerk a little in surprise. They stopped kissing for a
moment, and looked into each other's eyes. The kissing resumed, and Alana
moved her hand to Jess's right tit, massaged it and pinched the erect
nipple there as well. Jess now moved her hand from Alana's back and tried
to reach for Alana's left breast. But Alana was lying next to Jess in a
way that made that impossible. So Jess returned her hand to Alana's back,
caressing Alana from her shoulders to her waist.
Alana shifted a bit, putting her left thigh over Jess's legs. She
was now fully massaging Jess's right tit, squeezing it and pinching the
teen girl's erect nipple. The kissing was becoming very passionate, with
both girls allowing themselves to be caught up into the warm wetness that
the kissing had started. As it did, Alana moved her hand from Jess's tit,
slipping it down Jess's flat belly to the waistband of Jess's sleep shorts.
By now, Jess's left hand, pressing against her left hip, had found Alana's
moist young pussy, and she pressed the back of her hand against it. Alana
responded by not only pressing her pussy into Jess's hand, but by pushing
her fingers under the waistband of Jess's sleep shorts, down to Jess's
underwear, and then into Jess's underwear. Jess jumped slightly as Alana's
fingers began to touch Jess's pussy lips, and soon, they found Jess's young
clit. Jess moaned slightly, pulling Alana's mouth deeper into her own as
she felt Alana probe her young and moist pussy lips. Simultaneously, Jess
pressed the back of her hand deeper between Alana's legs, pressing it
against the moistening pussy of her young lover.....
Jess brought herself to a wonderful climax, although she muffled
any moans and screams of pleasure. The memories of that night with Alana,
enhanced by seeing this new girl, Laura, created a powerful sexual scene in
her mind. Nothing had happened that night with Alana other than kissing
and touching, but it was something she had enjoyed then, and now, it seemed
that she was finding that same desire about the girl she met that day at
the stables. As Jess stretched out, tired from the long day and sexually
gratified by the orgasm she just had, she took one of her extra pillows,
and hugged it close to her warm body, cuddled into the fetal position, and
fell asleep.