Message-ID: <20505eli$9903120442@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20505.txt> From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part eight (M/f, ped, mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990312005025.00547.00001348@ng139.aol.com> Sweets at School, part eight As Sweets faced the wall holding still, she felt Paul's hands in a new way. She waited to see what was next. He began humming like he did while filling the tub and causing the bubbles to assemble at one end of the tub. A Viennese waltz whose name she could not remember, a merry sound, unlike the previous tunes, accompanied his stroking her back and legs. Each of his hands paused to gather a cheek which he seem to move in unison with the beat--she knew about three-quarter time from her mother the dancer who held her high when they danced and from her father who had her stand on the dust-mop and hold the pole while he swung her round and round across the waxed wooden floors near the long dark banisters in their entrance hall before her mother died. The beat was so familiar--a reminder of days before this one. Sweets felt happy hearing Paul hum. She liked the warmth of Paul's face as it come closer, but his breath gave her goose bumps. He kissed each cheek top in turn and asked her to turn around and face him. She did. Sweets felt naked facing him. The room was still warm and the steam lingered on the mirrors, but there was a chill she noticed as he pressed his face on her stomach and began speaking. You know I know about you, Sweets. You told me what Cindy did and about your adventures at home this summer. I think I know what you like and why you like me. Sweets looked away, this felt so personal, so direct, so different as if her were waiting for her to say, yes, of course, I do which she simply could not do at this moment. She had to listen and not look right at him for now. I saw you helping Theo at the tree. I remember all the words we exchanged at tea these past few weeks. We are friends, right? We like to do things together. Yes, said Sweets, we do. I think about you alot, you know. I know, said Paul, and I think about you alot. I have a proposal for you to think about. Please listen, look at me now, please listen? Sweets nodded when he looked up. She looked at his eyes. She saw his eyelashes and his eyebrows, some hairs stuck out from his face, she wanted to smooth them flat, she thought about that and how blue his eyes were looking at her brown eyes up so close, his so kind and sort of wet. I want you to open your legs for me and let me look at you, Sweets. I want to kiss your bottom as you call it, but right here. He moved fingers between lips she felt swelling as if rising to his fingers and her noise was not a word either had ever heard. Yes, right there, he said, I want to look at this opening and then kiss it. Okay? Will you let me in right there? His fingers moved deeper between her thighs and rested. Sweets thought of two tiny penises each with a mind of their own as his fingers moved up and down and back and forth so slowly while she relaxed her stance. The tub water cooled around her feet. The wet she felt now was not urine. Something was sliding out to greet his fingers--she felt it. He felt it and he smiled. There you are, see? That does not hurt does it? No, she said, it does not hurt. See? It is not so bad, is it? No, she said, it feels okay. It feels nice. Now, lean back against the wall, that's it, lean all the way back so I can see what we have here, my Sweets. Sweets leaned back with her legs open while his fingers stayed in place and her eyes closed. His fingers moved onto her legs and she felt the air on her pussy where his fingers had been. His face moved closer and his fingers returned as he examined the parts still pink from hot water. She wondered if he knew the sensations she felt--not an itch exactly, but a good feeling. He stroked and patted the lips until they parted; it felt like that swab Sister had used. No, this felt different, larger and firmer. His fingers were moving in a circle of some sort. Like how she circled the tiny ears of her cat to make him purr and lean into her circling and circling--she liked that; so did her cat. Sweets felt like she had an ear tip there or maybe a point of her own that would make her purr when it was patted. She felt like she wanted to push it out or up into the air. She pictured a small penis she wanted Paul to hold like she held onto Theo's while he pissed, but she did not need to pee exactly. She just wanted to stick it way out to here where his nose was and his whiskers waited--this was definitely not like pushing pee out. This was better. Ah, dear girl, this is what we are looking for, good, good, he said so low she could barely hear his voice. She wanted to push harder and point it at him, to show him, show him. Do you like that feeling, that sticking out at me feeling? Oh, yes, said Sweets, I want to do it more and more! Not too worry, little one, there's time to practice--for now lets us shower you warm again, okay? Sweets did not want to stop. She wanted to push more toward his face beyond his eyes and nose to his soft mouth. She just knew a rest on those cushions inside the whiskered part would feel grand. He reached around her to the shower spray handle hanging down, turned on the faucets, tested the water, then switched the tub-to-shower handle and turned the drain-out handle for the standing water. Sweets had not moved. She felt the cool water leaving her legs as the warm water from the spray trickled and beat against her sticking out parts. She jumped and said, oh! to that hitting part. Paul laughed. We will toughen that up in time. Not to worry, Sweets, we have plenty of time to do that, he added as he saw the fearful expression her face held when she heard the "toughen that up" part. Now let's finish rinsing you off, little one. She turned and he sprayed the warm water on her hips, legs, back and shoulders. She felt warmer again. The water drained out and the spray stopped. She could hear it dripping with a splat! even though it was turned off. She wondered why it did that. Paul tucked the edge of his large thick towel under his chin, the rest trailed down nearly to the floor. He hollered, hop on, Sweets! She did. He staggered a little when her velocity added force to her weight, but he recovered, clasped the towel around her and stood her up on the closed-top toilet seat. She giggled and said, ha, ha, I am taller now! Paul said, ah, but your pretty pussy is not taller, it is just right! She remembered that phrase from the Three Bears and retorted "and she ate it all up" after which they both laughed and laughed. Paul said, we will get to that! No doubt, we will get to that, won't we, Sweets? She laughed because he was laughing. She had to think about that later. Paul brought her his warm pajama top to wear while her clothes aired on his clothesline. He knew she had to don them before returning to the dorm. He buttoned her up after dusting her with Johnson's Baby Powder which he said he used himself when she asked about it. He carried her all clean, warm and powdered into his bedroom where the covers were pulled down and laid her on his wide bed. Her unbraiding braids and all the dark tendrils around her pink lightly freckled face topped by her thick dark bangs constrasted with the while percale pillowcase which seemed to flatten with a whoosh! when her head hit it. She felt sleepy. Paul said, rest. He covered her with the top sheet and left the room. Theo was home. Sweets at School, part eight Swe3/99f.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>