Unspoken Pleasure

She laughed nervously but joined me so we were lying on our sides. I looked into her eyes and she into mine and I leaned in for the kiss which seemed to be the next cool thing in our script. She closed her eyes and our lips touched. When we’d first had sex at the cheerleader’s retreat it was amazing and somewhat intimate, lots of it about what was going on inside, but chiefly mind-blowing, considering the circumstances and my role at the time as a submissive for Karen.

But now, just the two of us, it was different. There were no roles, no expectations, nobody watching, we could do whatever we wanted, whatever we were both comfortable with, big or little. We began kissing with tenderness, and I think tenderness is what I like best about Ashley, and we tenderly began exploring each other’s mouths. But we didn’t have to stay tender either, it was just us. We sat up and her hands began to unbutton my shirt, and the anticipation of more tingled me all over. Not wearing a bra, a chill crawled up my back as my blouse was opened. Once she had my breasts uncovered, I returned the favour by tugging on and unbuttoning her blouse, button by button. Her lace push-up bra showcased her small, sculpted breasts (and smelled like popcorn, tee hee). I reached around and unclasped her bra and allowed it to fall between us. I smiled, “We may be Mutt and Jeff in height, but we have almost identical breasts, so they should call us the Nubile Twins, or maybe just the Nuts, for short.”

“Small, but perky,” she agreed, shivering, feeling the same cold breeze.

“Let’s warm you up,” I offered, pushing her down onto the bed. She tugged me down with her and our breasts poked together and we returned to kissing. The heat picked up as the kissing became more raw and needy, each of us melting into the other, until there was no more ‘other’… two becoming one, kinda like it had felt on Friday, but less crazy and way less frantic.

Wanting to please her, I rolled her onto her back and attacked her breasts. I spattered kisses all over them before teasing each nipple with my teeth, not hard bites, but little nibbles that made her breathing increase. I slid my tongue down her toned belly, past her cute belly button, before taking matters in hand and stripping off her skirt and panties. Zoning in on her sweetness, I was greeted by a slight gleam on her shaved pussy and a sweet aroma that someday I wanted to die in and carry up to heaven with me. I extended my tongue and began licking, savouring each lick. Her moans increased quickly and after only a couple minutes of pleasure she was begging, “Finger me Jenny, please.”

Thinking, no problem, I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy and her moans increased exponentially. Shy, conservative Ashley had fled the room to be replaced by horny, animated Ashley and she was sooo welcome. As I joyously pumped my fingers in and out of her, she got even more animated. “Oh fuck Jenny, harder, fuck my cunt harder!”

I did, thrusting my fingers in and out as quickly as I could, but it wasn’t enough.

“Gimme another finger,” she begged and I used my three middle fingers to fuck her.

“More,” she moaned, “another, please!”

I couldn’t fathom another finger fitting into her pussy, but I added my pinkie, which go figure, her cunt also allowed, and easily.

“Aaaah!” she screamed, and I was thankful her parents weren’t home.

A minute later Ashley was clearly on the brink of orgasm and she surprised me yet again when she begged, “Fist-fuck me, Jenny!”

“Really?” I gawped, not able to fathom that my hand, although petite as hands go, could possibly ever fit inside her.

“Fucking do it!” she demanded, “fist-fuck my cunt RIGHT NOW!”

Her forcefulness startled me, but with trepidation I did what I was told, scared as I was that I’d hurt her. But just like the four fingers, my whole fist slid inside her wet pussy rather easily. Once it was in, she began bucking her hips really hard on my fist, literally fucking herself. I watched in amazed awe at how Ashley had transformed herself from a sweet, timid girl into a raging slut so quickly, before remembering that I’d recently done the exact same thing with Miss Morgan.

Seeing her thrusting and panting and sweating, desperate to come, I leaned forward, braced my chin against my wrist and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. That was the pebble that broke the dam, as Ashley’s legs wrapped around my head and she screamed, loud enough I was worried the neighbours would think she was being murdered, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

She collapsed onto the bed as her cum sprayed out of her like a broken water fountain. I eagerly tried to catch all her sweet nectar, as all the while I continued to fist-fuck my beautiful lover. Her whimpers continued for a long time, as did her orgasm. Finally she begged, “Please stop, that was incredible, but now I have to pee.”

I pulled my fist out, which took surprisingly more strength than putting it in, and Ashley scurried to the bathroom. As I lay in her bed, giddy with what had just occurred and hoping she was going to return the favor, my cunt tingling like there’s no tomorrow, I heard the front door open and close.

I anxiously began searching for my clothes just as Ashley returned to her room freaking out sotto voce, “Shit, shit, shit, my parents are home.”

“It’s ok,” I said, trying to calm her down, “just get dressed and they’ll never know.” I tossed her her skirt and she quickly pulled it on just as I finished dressing.

She urgently found her blouse and I made the bed, which was a complete disaster, just as there was a knock on her door.

Her mom announced cheerily, “We’re home, sweetheart. Can I come in?”

Ashley, her face still just-fucked red, looked at me as I hopped on the bed and opened a textbook, and she took a deep breath and answered casually, “Sure, Mom.”

Her mom came in, dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress looking like a twin to Ashley, not a mother. “Oh, you have company.”

Ashley was paralyzed, clearly not used to lying to her mom or almost getting caught having lesbian sex. So I stood up and walked over to the statuesque lady. “Hi, Mrs. Swanson, I’m Jenny.”NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Hi, Jenny,” she replied cordially, adding, “we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“You have?” I questioned, playing all innocent. “I hope at least some of it was good.”

“Of course,” she smiled, “well, I’ll leave you two alone. But it is getting late.”

“I was just leaving,” I reassured her.

Once the door was closed, Ashley collapsed on the bed. “Oh my God, do you think she knows?”

“How could she?” I asked. “We looked like two girls studying.”

“I suppose,” she sighed, looking so cute in her insecurity.

“But your Mom’s right: I should be getting home,” I said.

“I am so sorry I didn’t get to….”

I returned to her bed and put my finger on her lips. “Shush. I’ll take a rain check.” I kissed her again, this time leisurely, wanting to remember her softness.

We went downstairs and after meeting her father and chatting briefly with her mother about cheerleading, it was decided her dad would drive me home, which was a disappointment as I’d wanted to spend more precious time with Ashley.

Some unmemorable generic chit-chat later and I was home. I noticed the light was still on at Megan’s, but resisted the temptation to go over, even though my pussy was still begging for attention. I figured I would have to pleasure myself the old-fashioned way… with my fingers.

Checking my phone before going in, I found three texts:

Karen: Answer me, slut!

Karen: I am going to punish you tomorrow, slut!!!

Ashley: Will you be my prom date?

My whole body warmed at Ashley’s six words. My hand trembled as I typed my response.

Ashley

I would LOVE to be your date.

As your girlfriend?

Jenny

I sat down on my doorstep, eagerly awaiting a response from Ashley that didn’t come. I considered texting Karen, but I didn’t even know where to begin so I figured I could worry about Karen and her threat tomorrow. Today was too perfect to ruin.

Ashley then texted me:

Jenny,

I can’t wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you ARE my girlfriend.

On cloud nine, I put my phone away and entered the house.

Once inside, I went to the front room and was surprised for one last time today. For the second time today, I saw my mother in a flagrante position… this time she was on her knees and this time the legs she was between belonged to Mistress Megan.

Megan looked up, smiled at me and asked casually, as if my Mother weren’t even in the room, let alone right now pleasing her, “How was your date, my dear?”