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 Author: Aislinn
Title: The Duo
Summary: What a dream; A girl and her boyfriend encounter two young
girls on an adult party.
Keywords: ped, Mg, Fg,

   This is not so much a story, as it is a description of a dream.  I'm bad
at writing, and english isn't my native, so I'm sure I've made a lot of
mistakes.  Any questions and/or suggestions are welcome!  You can reach me
on Ace-Turner@hotmail.com

   _____________________________________________ It was pleasantly warm. 
Me and my boyfriend we're sitting in a large hot-tub.  This private party
didn't have me as tense as I usually am; I was 100% relaxed.  The mood was
right, and the light was dimmed.  There was sex in the air.  I could hear
water dripping somewhere, the tile walls in this place almost echo'd.  I
just enjoyed soaking my body in the warm water.

   As we made some small talk, two girls walked in.  Their footsteps were
clearly audible.  Even though I did not understand exactly what it was they
whispered, I heard their voices.

   The first one was the loudest.  She had long, dark-brown hair.  Her face
was covered in the cutest freckles you'd ever see.  Even then you could
tell the kind of person she would grow up to be.  She already knew how to
walk and talk, and wasn't shy in the least.  She must've been around 10
years old, although her bikini was more suitable for a 16 year old.  Her
legs were long in comparison with the rest of her body, but she hadn't
filled up her bikini top at all.  The flat chest was rather striking
though, and she didn't seem to mind it herself.  Even though she was
slender, she didn't look fragile.  She looked rather confident, and in a
way, tough as nails.

   The second one was quiet...  But it's always the quiet ones, right?  I
kept thinking of her as "the suicide blonde".  Not because she looked
unhappy, or anything like that.  But because in the movie "The Number 23"
there was a woman referred to as the suicide blonde, that had the same
silver-blonde hair and stunning blue eyes.  She was rounder then her
friend. She was not chubby, or fat, but you could already see she would
have nice broad hips.  She wouldn't have a tomboyish body like the brunette
she accompanied.  Her face was lovely in the most innocent of ways,
ovalshaped with a perky little chin.  There was a pinkish blush on her
cheeks and a little smile on her lips, as mysterious as the Mona Lisa's. 
But what intrigued me most were still her eyes; they were big and round,
and looked as if she knew more then I could imagine.  She must've been
around the same age as her friend, or maybe a tad older.  She on the other
hand, wore a swimsuit that was much more appropriate for her age.  It
didn't show too much skin, and was a simple dark-blue.  It looked great on
her.

   Even though I got distracted by this odd couple, I tried not to let it
show.  I kept talking about things that didn't matter, but I couldn't get
them out of my head.  It didn't help much that the giggling pair chose to
sit right infront of us.  Odd that they came in though.  It must've been
past 10 at night already.  Was it not bedtime for these two?

   I felt a bit uncomfortable.  Nobody else was in sight; they must've all
retired to their rooms.  Most of them were probably tangled in love-games,
because although it wasn't officially on the invitations, all couples that
had attended knew it was that kind of party.  So, who in their right mind
would leave their kids unattended at something like this.

   Something suddenly distracted me from all these thoughts, and in
amazement I stared at the two.  They'd been talking the entire time, but I
didn't notice what about untill just now.  Sex was the main topic, and they
sounded like they knew too much about it for their age.  The terms they
used made my toes curl, and even in the warm water, I could feel the
familiar sensation of my nipples hardening.  As if she knew, the brunette
paused.  She looked at me mischieviously, and didn't even try to hide
smiling over my surprised face.  Utterly confused by her bold behaviour, I
got up from the tub, and signalled my boyfriend to come along.

   I heard her voice calling after me, although I refused to look behind
me. "Hey, we'll see you next time!"

   My heart was pounding like crazy, for no valid reason at all.  She
didn't mean anything by that, ofcourse.  But secretly, I wanted it to mean
more.  In a way that I hoped sounded mysterious-ish, I replied; "Why wait
untill next time?" And I walked into the room that was reserved for my and
my boyfriend.

   On the bed, I quickly got out of my bathingsuit, and got under the
blankets naked.  Sleeping with clothes on had always been slightly
uncomfortable for me.  With a lazy smile, my boyfriend got next to me in
his wet swimming shorts.  I made a face at him, but he just smiled and
layed back.  Then, with a soft creak, the door opened.  You can already
guess who were standing there, right?

   I think I must have looked ridiculous; I don't remember closing my mouth
or keeping myself from staring.  The duo sat down on our bed, and they
looked completely relaxed.  The bold brunette looked at my boyfriend and
then at me, she smiled.  I could see she was missing a tooth.  It added to
her charm.  Even so, the blonde was somehow more to my liking.  Although
she did nothing but stare at me, I couldn't turn my eyes away from hers.

   I tried to play it off cool.  But I'm just not a person who plays it
cool.  With a rather hesitant smile, I asked them what they were doing in
my room.  They didn't answer me at all; the blonde just stared at me more,
although not in an unfriendly way.  And the brunette shifted her attention
to my boyfriend.  "Girls, all the things you were talking about earlier...
Those aren't really right for your age." With an uncertain sigh, I asked
them a question that I knew was too nosy.  I just couldn't help myself. 
"Nobody ever forced you to do such a thing, right?"

   Now I got some attention.  The brunette turned to me, and on her
freckled face was an expression of complete astonishment.  "Forced?  Why
would we need to be forced, it's fun!" Her supple cherry-pink lips we're
parted.  The glinstened a bit.  In my head I could imagine what must've
happened vividly; her little tongue darting out to wetten them, leaving her
lips with that luster.  I felt my boyfriends gaze burning into the side of
my face, but I refused to look back at him.  I must not have heard the
brunette right.  "How do you mean fun?  You don't know that much about
it... right?" "Know much about it?  Ofcourse I know much about it!" was her
reply, and without further ado, she rested her little hand on my boyfriends
crotch.  Even with the blonde still looking at me, I couldn't take my eyes
off it.  "I know what this is for." she said, and her slender little
fingers slipped into his swimming shorts, and took out his member, that was
already hard.  Lively it bounced out, it's throbbing red head exposed for
all to see.  Seeing that, I looked up at his face, and he looked as how I
feeled; Completely flabbergasted and extremely aroused.

   This was better then I hoped.  It was scary, exciting, thrilling,
risky...  And I don't think I'd ever been that wet.  The ways these
beauties smiled at each other, shared secretive glances, it was so
thrilling.  I did not even dare to imagine the things running through their
heads.  I couldn't stop the small smile on my face, or my hand that slipped
under the blankets.  I had felt my pussy get increasingly warmer every
extra second they spent in here, and my fingers found nothing surprising.
Dripping on the bed, I let my index finger slide over my clit.  It was
swollen, and I swear I could feel it throbbing as much as my boyfriends
cock next to me.  A quick glance made me realise how real the brunette's
experience really was, as I saw her little hand clasped around him.  She
was pumping up and down most skilled.  It was obvious she had done it
before, and by the look on her face I could tell she did not mind it at
all.

   I guess there was hope in my eyes when I finally answered the blonde's
stare, because she crawled over to me on the bed, and straddled me.  She
wasn't embaressed at all, and a smile broke through on her face.  The
blankets were still between us, and although the way she was sitting kept
me from lifting my right arm, it didn't restrict any movement of the
fingers between my legs.  I felt I could climax any moment, and with a
feverish blush I stroked myself.  Her mid-long hair had been resting on her
back, but when she leaned over, a lock of it fell over her shoulder.  It
tickled my neck a bit.  It smelled sweet, like apricot.  I was extremely
aware of her eyes exploring my face as I got closer and closer to my peak,
and it only excited me more.  When I felt the build-up to the most intense
orgasm I'd ever have...  I woke up.

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   I made a quick sketch to accompany this story.  Let me know what you
think.
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