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This story-series contains graphic descriptions of sole female
masturbation, strip-teasing in lingerie, and female-female loving. If
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Hi again,

I hope you enjoy reading them. Any comments, pats on the back
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                      Jackie
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           Dueling Clits ~~ Part 2

               (Copyright 1995)

      by Jackie (an338903@anon.penet.fi)


I deeply regretted saying "No" to Valerie every single day. She
*never* asked me again to wash her back in the showers after
swimming. We would still shower together, sneaking peeks at each
other's wet curves, often using our budding bodies to tease each
other, but *never* say a word. Seeing her naked wet glistening
body *every* day kept me constantly aroused, my pink pouting
pussy always juicing at least a little. On days when I would often
see her, I *had* to wear a super-absorbent "pad" to prevent any
embarrassment. I knew that I had to do something, but what ??

*Every* night, my mind graphically replayed "what might have
happened" in the shower under that warm wet spray.  My long
slender fingers pumped my over-heated furnace while my fat
thumb strummed my long, hard clit to earth-shattering climaxes. A
few times, I climaxed sooo hard, my roommate must have clearly
heard my muffled cries and guttural moans, if not some creaks
from my bed, as I wiggled and jerked my wide-open drooling
pussy toward sexual bliss. (Often, I was so desperate, I almost
wished *she* would come over and snuff out, with her mouth and
full moist lips, that raging fire between my twitching legs before
they melted from its intensity.)

When my roommate was gone overnight, the incredible stories my
five-foot body-pillow could tell. I often vigorously rode it,
deliriously imagining that the soft warm cuddly pillow were
Valerie. Our young nimble bodies would lovingly intertwine as
"one," a maze of firm sleek legs and hot wet pussys, together
making wild passionate love.

I would begin by: wetly kissing and nibbling my body-pillow's 
imaginary neck, often letting just the tip of my firm moist tongue
tease a more sensitive patch; lovingly stroke her long silky brown
hair, deeply inhaling its fresh clean scent; and nuzzle her firm
pointed nipples, watching their wide pinkness scrunch up, begging
for a more vigorous sucking.

Pausing only for a moment, I would look up, gazing into her twin
glassy pools, as her increasing passion made ever more frequent
ripples. Nibbling on each breast's sensitive underside, her tense
body would shutter. Her stomach contracts and gently bucks,
taunted by the trail of warm wet kisses I left in my search toward
her hot passionate love-tunnel. By now, *I* am usually sooo close
to cumming that the lips in my fantasy never make it to that heated
fountain of desire.  

My body now forces me to tightly hug that body-pillow, our two
over-heated pusses briefly beginning a slow gentle love; quickly
moving on to firmly push and shove; then lustily rubbing, our fat
elongated red clits dueling for ever stronger sensations; and at long
last, thrashing violently at each other until stiffening in an 
earth-shattering climax. Drained and exhausted, I would collapse on that
soft now-damp body-pillow with a funny grin on my face. 

Continuing to hug it tightly, I give a couple warm wet "thank-you
kisses", as I would have to the real Valerie. After every swift sweet
shuttering climax, I left my wonderful body-pillow "glowing" with
my warm loving perspiration and a large soggy wet spot where that
hot wanton pussy had gushed out its sweet nectar, completely
drenching it. 

If my roommate came back soon after I'd finished, she would
easily smell my female scent by just walking through the door ~~
the room permeates with the smells of hot sex and warm love.

A couple times, I even decorated that darling lovable "Valerie"
body-pillow with: a pink lacy bra whose cups I stuffed with socks
~~ I would have used water-balloons with their tough pointed
nubs, but was afraid they wouldn't stand the vigorous activity and
I'd end up wetter than usual; a soft belt around its middle to make
a very slim trim waist; and lastly, even though Valerie kept her
pink pussy clean-shaven, I even went so far as to tie some rough
beaver fur from an old muff I found near that pillow's bottom to
make it "feel" more real. 

Those over-stuffed bra tips would sternly rub against my own
hanging breasts with their erect nipples, while I humped that very
willing body-pillow. The rough lace tweaking my nubs and firmly
scraping my breasts, as I pressed harder and harder, would drive
me ever so close to a mind-numbing climax. With every harsh
caress, my own nipples would get more shriveled, both hard nubs
poking out still further, thereby getting harshly caressed even more
~~ a vicious, but enjoyable, cycle. 

At the same time as those over-powering sensations above, my
long erect red clit would constantly rub that stubbly fur, feeling
each individual beaver hair caress, or sometimes stiffly poke, its fat
bloated head, making it surge out well past its full one inch. What
might have been normally pain, was now the pleasure of coming
together as "one." As that naughty clit twisted and thrashed, it
would constantly try to poke a hole through that unfeeling fur into
the soft pillow underneath, straining to reach that imaginary
pussy's love-tunnel inside. 

Very soon, I'd cry out, "Yesssss, right therrreee." Then, with a
final long, slowly subsiding, "Ohhhhhhhh," my poor body would
shutter and shake, twist and jerk, in the throes of final upheaval.
After each violent climax, both pink bra cups would be saturated
from my constant wet suckling and licking, and my chest would be
bright red from their scraping. Each climax would provide some
temporary, but wholly incomplete, satisfaction since my monstrous
naughty clit could never reach its moist heated goal.

After recovering from every almost-heart-stopping climax, I felt I
had the courage to plead with Valerie, "Let me wash your back." 
Though, when we really met, I could never find either those words
or that courage. I noticed that she would even stall and dally if I
was late, so that we would *always* shower together. My body
could sooo very strongly feel the intense animal magnetism
building between us, but yet I still could do nothing. 

Back in my dorm room, I would *again* practice those "five little
words" some more. I could easily speak them into a mirror, but
always upon seeing Valerie so naked in the shower, my firm
resolve would melt faster than an ice cube on a hot summer's day.

Just watching those large drops of spray racing down the apples of
her cheeks; over the ski-jumps of her round ample breasts; even
faster, down her firm taut abdomen; around the pool of her navel;
over her plump bare pussy mound; and finally, down the strong
solid muscles of her thighs and legs, left my mouth totally dry and
immovable. 

Those lonely tears of spray straining ever so mightily to drop from
her pert nose; from her full pursed lips; from her hardened tube-shaped 
reddish nipples; from her pink flared puffy outer pussy lips;
from each and every luscious body part, caused those well-practiced 
words to flow into hiding, never having been said.

After a long month of daily torture and nightly shuddering
climaxes, I swallowed my fear and made an *extra* effort to
become friendlier with her. I was ecstatic because she cheerfully
responded. Soon, we were usually warmly chattering after swim
practices with broad bright smiles and gleaming eyes. Other times,
we would just silently look into each others eyes, letting our souls
telegraph both our hot, and tender, thoughts.

Now we would walk, sometimes very closely, to and from all our
classes. Every time her swaying hips would "accidentally" rub
against mine, my whole body felt mini-bolts of electricity. Each
and every pussy curl would spring out straight yearning for
attention. Once, I nearly died when her hand almost grasped mine
as we walked, but she seemed to change her mind at the last
minute, letting only our finger tips graze. Just from that brief
fleeting touch, I could intimately feel every tiny ridge on each of
those finely manicured tips.

We had become very good friends but *every* cell in my body
longed for our friendship to blossom into a completely fulfilling,
loving girl-girl relationship. Back then, I didn't know about
bisexuality or lesbianism, *but* I did know that I sooo wanted, no,
"needed," my Valerie. Again, I was afraid to make the first move
not wanting to ruin a friendship I had begun to so greatly cherish.

After being best friends for about three months, I finally was so
desperate that I had to try something, *anything*. I invited her up
to my dorm room Saturday night for some extra studying. This was
the first time we had studied in the privacy of my room. It would
be especially private since my roommate was gone for the
weekend.

Previously, we had only studied at the library among many other
students. She didn't know it then, but it was *her* I really wanted
to study ~~ very closely, my eyes acting as a microscope over
every inch of her beautiful, desirable body. I wanted to study:
every hair on her fluttering eyelashes, while I lightly kissed her
nose; every dimple on her cheek, while I kissed along the ridge of
her well shaped chin; every bump and mole on her neck and chest,
while I kissed all around her wonderful breasts . . . . "Oh, I just
*had* to stop thinking about it. I'd be toooo excited even before
she got here !!" 

To help loosen any of her inhibitions, I bought a large bottle of red
fruity wine. I didn't know whether she drank wine, but I sure
hoped so. Most of the girls on campus would drink, but only a little
if they were with guys and trying to remain in control of both their
bodies and their guys. I *hoped* that Valerie would not worry
about her drinking with *me*.

That afternoon, I decided to take a leisurely bubble bath so my skin
would be "soft as a baby's bum" for Valerie. After unhooking that
cornflower-blue monster holder and letting those udders swing
free, I slid down my sheer matching panties feeling growing tingles
as those fingers only lightly grazed my sensitive thighs. I resisted
touching them any further, cause I wanted to be "primed and ready
to go" for my Valerie. Gazing at my naked body in a full length
mirror, letting my full milky-white breasts sway from side to side,
another surprise came to mind for Valerie.

Ample breasts bouncing, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a pair
of scissors thinking, "I wonder what her reaction will be when she
sees my curly blond bush trimmed in a heart shape ??" After a few
minutes of snips, my bush looked pretty much like a heart. "Not
perfect," I thought, "but it would have to do. Actually, it looked
more like a broken heart ~~ my pouty lips providing a seeping
crack down the middle !!" 

Now to finish with a razor and some shaving cream, but first a hot
wash cloth to soften that tender skin. After all, it was only used to
warm kisses, wet licks, and hot breath. A couple nicks and
"ouches" later, the heart was done. Time for the warm bubble bath
to sooth both it and the rest of my body.

Drying off after an hour soaking in the tub, it was time for a close-cut
pedicure. I meticulously dried each individual toe, then applied
a coat of bright red nail polish. I wanted each toe to be clean and
fresh smelling, just in case, Valerie was into "toe sucking." Only
thinking about it sent shivers down my spine. I hoped *so much*
that she enjoyed it, cause it excited me greatly to have each toe
vigorously tongue licked, then sucked, then tongue licked some
more, like each was a mini-penis waiting to explode. 

Now, "what lingerie should I wear to seduce sweet Valerie ??" I
pondered. Finally deciding to put the emphasis on my breasts,
flaunting those two large gifts, I chose a very revealing sheer red
lacy bra and panty set. I always equated "red with passion" and
remembered that once or twice, I caught Valerie obliquely staring
at my large breasts while we were showering together. "Breasts,
that's the ticket," I thought. 

I chose a red low-cut lace demi-bra from Frederick's of Hollywood,
which claimed it would lift and separate, adding a *full* cup size. I
bought it two years before to entice an old boyfriend. With a pair
of large Ds already, I really didn't need the additional cup size,
*but* I was doing whatever was necessary to seduce that "sexy
wench." Usually not my style, *now*, it was perfect. 

It pushed together both large udders, mounding them in the middle
like rolling hills, almost spilling them out over the cups' edges. My
crinkled stubby nipples were just at the cups' top, one tiny-weeny
upward push on those breasts and those fat nubs would spring out,
quicker than a switch-blade knife, ready to be suckled. This style
also lifted them up on a platter, ready to be served, which I dearly
hoped they were. Finally, a front clasp allowed it to easily "pop"
off.

For panties, I chose tight red bikini-style that allowed some blond
curls from "my heart" to peek out on both the top and sides. They
were tight and sheer enough that Valerie could easily see my puffy
lips spreading wide behind that red veil. As I looked and turned in
the mirror, I also noted they didn't cover all of my plump
protruding mound, and not even a quarter of my rounded butt
cheeks. Perfect !! For maximum impact, over this I was wearing a
thin white crop-top (I wanted the red to enticingly show through)
and form-fitting high-cut white short-shorts.

Taking one final look in the full length mirror, I simply loved what
I saw. "If this wouldn't seduce Valerie, *nothing* would," I
thought. The thin crop-top was rippled across my chest from the
pushing out of my tightly compressed breasts. My plattered breasts
now stuck out sooo far, the top must have hung out at least six
inches from my abdomen. Slowly turning left and right, I could see
just a tad of red along my short-shorts' high-cut sides.

Now, bending over at the waist and looking through my legs at the
mirror, my red pantied crotch showed vividly *outside* the narrow
white short-short crotch. I also noticed I was starting to get wet
already from anticipation. I thought, "I'll have to remember to bend
over when Valerie is here." Lastly, a little "Obsession" perfume to
entice ~~ some squirts on my neck and a dab in my navel.
Thinking further, two more dabs just above my already-wet pussy
lips. I *was* all fired up and ready to tease (and, hopefully,
please).

When Valerie arrived, I was *shocked* by her clothes. It appeared
that she had her own, very different, style of teasing. She wore a
white cotton blouse with a blue plaid skirt, just like those young
catholic school girls. She had never worn clothes like that before,
at least not with me.

It looked like her white blouse was a size or two too small. Even
though she only had B-cup breasts, it was stretched tightly across
her bosom, causing it to gape open between the buttons. With
wide-eyed straining eyes, I thought I could see her white bra
highlighted against her very tan skin.

Her blue plaid skirt hung about five inches *above* her knees. No
school girl would *dare* wear a skirt that high, so she must have
shortened it herself. I couldn't wait for her to bend over so I could
peek at what goodies she was hiding underneath. Beginning to
salivate, I mentally kept saying, "Bend over. Pleeease bend over,"
but alas it was not to be, at least not yet.

She also put her long brown hair in pig-tails with yellow bows on
the ends and was wearing bright red lipstick, both further added to
her young virginal look. As a final touch, she wore white turned-down 
ankle socks and black "Mary Jane" style shoes. I don't know
why, but her "innocent look" excited me *greatly*. We made a
surprising contrast standing next to each other ~~ the hooker and
the virgin. I was starting to wonder, "Who was seducing who ??"

After some brief chatter, we began studying, although it was
*very* hard. I had never tried to seduce another girl before so I
decided to take it slow. After a half hour, I suggested some fruity
wine and was very happy when she accepted. From then on, we
both drank and giggled, studied a little, then more drinking and
giggling. I tried to keep her glass always full.

Every so often, when she was giggling or emphasizing a point, her
warm right hand lightly brushed my firm creamy thigh, close to but
never quite touching my short-shorts. I couldn't figure out whether
this was *really* accidental, she was sending me a signal, or just
blatantly teasing. If she was teasing, it sure was working !! I don't
know if she noticed it, but her light warm touches caused my
thighs to involuntarily spread, a little further each time, to allow
her more of my pink yearning flesh to "accidentally" touch. With
every passing minute, my pussy was becoming even wetter and
wetter. 

Suddenly, Valerie stood up, saying, "I'm just going to take off my
shoes, I don't want to get your bedspread dirty if I sit on my legs."
She turned with her back towards me, spreading her legs a little,
then bending fully over to unbuckle the straps on her "Mary Jane"
patent leather shoes. As I had guessed, that short blue plaid skirt
rose up, exposing all of her tanned upper thighs and just a hint of
the leg-elastic of her taut white panties. Although I didn't consider
myself a voyeur, especially with *another girl*, this "unplanned"
show was a voyeur's dream and excited me even more. I could see
her tanned thigh muscles flex and ripple as she changed position
slightly. If she had bent *just* a little more, I was *sure* I would
see her plump pussy lips and the unguarded gate-way to her
wondrous hot love tunnel. 

Fate favored me. Having trouble with one stubborn strap, she
began wiggling her buns struggling to get that buckle undone. Her
wiggling caused that skirt to rise even higher exposing most of her
white panty crotch. Now, I could easily see the outline of her
plump pussy lips. That sight made shivers go up and down my
spine that were luckily un-noticed by her. Between whiffs of  her
strong female scent and her damp crotch, I could tell that she was
very, very aroused.

Finally, she bent back up, announcing, "There I got it," kicking
that uncooperating shoe in the corner. Resuming, we ended up
sitting on my bed tittering and giggling like virgin little school
girls. Although, with our hard fat nipples now showing so
obscenely through our tops/blouses, it was apparent that we were
no longer "little" school girls.

Every so often, as Valerie changed position on the bed, one of her
firm tanned legs or white socked feet would touch my leg sending
a shiver rippling down to my very soul. Once, her leg *fully*
rested against mine for what seemed to be four or five minutes.
That contact area got sooo hot that I though we would both be
scalded before she pulled her leg back.

My small dorm room was normally warm, but with all the wine we
had drunk, it felt even hotter. I suggested we take off our blouses
and skirt or shorts to "be more comfortable, of course." At first,
Valerie got an "aghast" look on her face, then began to grin.
Thinking back, she was probably just toying with me. She still
protested a little, the big tease, but gave in with a sigh after I hotly
whispered in her ear, letting my moist lips just graze its surface,
that: I would double-lock the door; there were *only* us girls here; 
and I had *already* seen her *very* naked in the showers. 

Reluctantly, she stood up, wobbled a little, then got her balance.
Facing me, she arched her back as she slowly unbuttoned her
straining white cotton blouse. As each button opened with a loud
"pop," more and more of her desirable smooth tanned flesh was
revealed. After about the fourth "pop," I saw that she was wearing
a gold chain around her neck with a large gold heart. The heart
hung in the deep valley between her "perfect" breasts, immediately
drawing my eyes there and almost pulling them out of their
sockets. I couldn't do anything but stare, with parted lips wetted by
an ever more excited tongue. 

As that white blouse finally slipped from her tanned shoulders, *I*
got another surprise. Underneath, she was wearing a form-fitting
white bra with cute little red hearts all over. Now, *I* was *very*
excited.  The contrast with her tanned skin made it to show up even
more vividly. Those "red hearts" further increased her "school-girl"
looks.

Right now, her pert breasts looked much larger than a B-cup.
Maybe it was that tight white cotton bra, or because they were on
her very slim sleek body. Looking even closer, I could see the
outline of her large pink areola and the thick points of her hard red
nipples through those cute cotton cups. Those twin pink buds,
looking like they were waiting to be plucked (and more), were
definitely causing my moist pussy to not only become wetter, but
start drooling.

Valerie slowly slid the back zipper down on her blue plaid skirt.
She paused a second, teasing, and then with a broad grin let it fall
in a puddle around her white-socked feet. Demurely stepping out
of it, she kicked it into the corner to join her now-wrinkled cotton
blouse. 

Her tightly-stretched white cotton panties also were adorned with
little red hearts. Her puffy pussy lips were vividly outlined because
of her clean-shaven mound. The head of her engorged pink clitty
was already pushing straight out, tenting those cute white panties,
advertising her enormous excitement. It looked like a pink rose-bud 
hiding behind that soft white curtain, slightly swaying in the
breeze, emitting wave after wave of delightful womanly
fragrances.  

I could vividly see a vertical wet line on those tight white panties
from where her now-panting pussy was already heavily leaking.
Growing wider and more intense as I watched, it told me she was
becoming more and more turned on, possibly even more than I
was.

It was hard to believe a simple white cotton bra and panties, even
with small red hearts, could look sooo erotic. They no longer
looked virginal on her firm young body. Though she had looked
sexy when naked in the showers, I couldn't believe how *hot* she
now looked in that simple white bulging lingerie. *She* actually
looked sooo much sexier now than she ever did naked !!

Looking very pleased and grinning again, Valerie sat back down
on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her elbows, and spreading
her firm smooth legs even wider than before. Now I guess, it was
*my* turn. 


[To be continued in Part 3]

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