Hookie by Stella Teller Copyright 2000 by Stella Teller. All rights reserved. My stories may not be posted to any site, nor used commercially, without my permission. Published with permission from the author by TYGER. Author's Note: With permission from J Edwins, I offer this take-off on his story about an older man teaching a young girl about things sexual. He wasn't going to follow up on the girl/girl sex aspect, and I wanted to do that. He asked that I change the names and the title, which I've done. I hope you'll enjoy what I think would have happened to his two soon-to-be young women. (By the way, Playing Hookie is what we called it when we didn't go to school. I think it derives from 'going fishing' and the 'fishhook'.) Part 1 - Chapter I Crissy and Rebecca were sitting in Rebecca's room, talking. It was 8:30 in the morning and both girls should have been in school. But Crissy had said something on the phone the previous evening that Rebecca clearly caught and would not let loose of. Crissy, knowing that she was trapped, would not say more last night. So, Rebecca was at Crissy's door as soon as Crissy's parents left for work. Little by little, almost word by word, Rebecca began hearing about a guy named George. He was an older fella, was one of her parent's customers; maybe 40 or 50 years old. Somehow, according to Crissy, this guy George had gotten Crissy looking at dirty pictures. After showing her that he knew she looked at the first ones, he got her to tell him which pictures she liked the most and got her more pictures. Although Rebecca suspected there was a big piece missing, Crissy had admitted that they got to "talking" about sex a lot! Most of that talk, it seemed, had been over the phone. More than that Crissy still, even after an hour of grilling by a very insistent Rebecca, didn't seem to want to say. "Okay, so show me these pictures," Rebecca said, as she moved from the chair to the bed were Crissy was sitting. "They're just pictures, Reb, no big deal!" "So if they're no big deal, show them to me. Unless you have something you're hiding." "You're really a nosy bitch, Rebecca, you know that?" Crissy got off of the bed, flounced across the room to her dresser, pulled the bottom drawer all the way out, and retrieved the sheets of paper that were laying on the bottom of the dresser. Returning to the bed in what was obviously a phony huff, she dramatically flipped the papers into Rebecca's lap. Rebecca looked at the pictures for a long time. She couldn't help but feel excited. She had never seen pictures like some of these before. There wasn't a guy in any picture with the dick as small as her boyfriend's. She had played with it enough to know how much of it extended past her hand. But there were also pictures of boys licking girls pussies and girls doing girls! God! She would love to have some girl lick on her. Any body lick on her! Actually, having thought about it a lot in the last few months, she'd like to return the favor. Starting, of course, with Crissy, whom she'd always thought was pretty, whom she always looked at in the locker room and showers at school as well as at her house when they went swimming, and who walked really nice! "How come there's so many pictures of girls...doing things to each other?" Crissy knew her friend would fasten on that. Damn! All she said back, though, was, "George likes them." "George likes to see girls...licking...each other?" Shifting around a little, uncomfortably, Crissy simply said, "Yes." Rebecca couldn't help but notice that she could see quite a ways up under Crissy's skirt. Both thighs were visible almost all the way to the top beneath the school skirt as they both sat cross legged, facing each other. If she was to bend down just a little, Rebecca was certain she would be able to see Crissy's panties. Instead, looking back at the pictures, she asked why some of them were circled. But before Crissy could answer, Rebecca blurted out, "Oh yeah! He asked you to circle the one's you liked!" Then, after a pause, and clearly noticing Crissy's discomfort, she continued with, "You liked the one's of girl's jacking off and doing each other?" Very defensively, Crissy came back with, "Those weren't the only pictures I circled, Rebecca!" "Yeah. I know, but you did circle them, right?" "So?" "So, that means you like looking at girls jacking off and doing...licking...each other. That's all." "It's called 'Cunnilingus' Miss Brilliance," said Crissy haughtily. "And just how do you know that Miss Know-It-All?" said Rebecca just as haughtily. "Because George told me so." "Crissy! You mean some strange guy told you about licking pussy?" "He's not strange. He's just...George." "So you know him pretty well, do you? And how well does he know you, Crissy?" "I don't know what you mean, Reb." "He shows you these kinds of pictures, you two talk a lot, he explains to you about eating pussy, and God only knows what you are doing during all of this. So I want to know how well you two really know each other." "Well..." Crissy began weakly, "we're just sort of friends. You know? And we just...kinda...talk." Readying herself to break through Crissy's defense, and find out all of the juicy and exciting details, Rebecca leaned right up to Crissy's face, looked her straight in the eye and asked, "Do you get off when you talk to him about sex?" Crissy went a deep red, instantly. She was caught. She really wanted to share everything with her best friend in the whole world, but not quite this fast. Not with her sitting so close. Their faces inches apart. Her bare knees almost touching Crissy's. "I like talking to him. He tells me things no one else will." "That's not what I asked you, Crissy, and you know it. Do you jack off when you two are talking? Do you?" "Well...yes. Sometimes. " "How many times have you and George talked on the phone, Crissy?" Rebecca asked while leaning back just a little. " I don't know. A bunch of times. So what?" "So how many times have you gotten off while talking to him, Crissy?" For someone who wanted to share her new experience and knowledge with her best friend, Crissy was feeling quite defensive in the face of all of these intimate questions. After a significant pause, Crissy leaned back on her elbows and said, as nonchalantly as she could, "Most of the time." Two things immediately happened. In trying it to deflect her discomfort at having lost control of the conversation to her friend, Crissy had now positioned herself in such a way that her skirt hem had positioned itself to clearly display the crotch of her panties. Rebecca's eyes fastened on the sight of the depression in Crissy's panties that defined the cleft between her lips. And secondly, Rebecca was sure that she had just broken through the major barrier. One more set of questions ought to do it. Raising her eyes back up to Crissy's, she asked, "So, Crissy, how many times did you two talk over the months; 10 times, 50 times, a hundred?" In her continuing nonchalance Crissy snapped back, "Between 50 and a hundred!" Crissy had just about admitted to having phone-sex with this guy while she played with that very pussy, right there. Being an only child, Rebecca had never seen anyone else's pussy from underneath, even Crissy's, and you can't really see your own well in a mirror. How would Crissy's pussy look if she could actually see it? Finally, realizing that she had won through, Rebecca leaned far forward, now on her hands and knees, over and face-to-face with the leaned back Crissy, and said, "So with this guy George listening to you on the phone, you have masturbated while talking to him somewhere between 30 and 80 times! He listened to you get off! He knew what you were doing and you did it! For him! Right?" Crissy just nodded her head, looking up at her friends cute face challenging her. Rebecca continued her assault with, "You were naked and he knew that. Right? And you were playing with your tits. Right? And you had your fingers in your pussy. Right? And you moaned and cried out as you came. Right? Is that right, Crissy?" Part 1 - Chapter II Crissy heard all that Rebecca had said, and was about to respond when she realized that she was looking inside Rebecca's blouse. "You can't go to school without a bra on, you ninny! The Nuns will kill you." "In the first place, I'm not going to school today. In the second place why are you looking at my boobs? And in the third place, you didn't answer my questions, Crissy." Almost having to force her eyes away from the sight of Rebecca's beautiful breasts and stiffening nipples, Crissy responded with, "In the first place, why aren't you going to school today? In the second place, why are you dangling your 'boobs' right in front of my face? And in the third place," her voice now very quiet, "the answer is 'yes'." "The answer is 'yes'. To everything?" "Yes." Still quietly. "Has he ever seen you naked, Crissy?" "Yes." Very quietly. "Crissy! You're so stupid! He just wants to fuck you, and you're letting him!" "No, silly, he doesn't want to fuck me. He wants to teach me." "He has never tried to stick his dick in you? But he's seen you naked? I don't believe it! If he doesn't try to stick it in you, but he's seen you naked...has he seen you naked a lot? How many times has he seen you? Have you seen him naked? Does he have a big dick? Have you - wait a minute. Has he touched you? Has he licked you? He has, hasn't he? My God, Crissy, he's sucked your pussy. How many times? How does..." "JESUS, Reb! Slow down! You just asked me 20 questions and jumped to 11 conclusions." "Okay! Okay. Just tell me what I said that was wrong; that didn't happen. Just tell me that." Crissy just looked into her friends eyes, and then purposefully back at Rebecca's precious breasts, moving with her breathing and her excited chatter, and back to her eyes. Rebecca sat back on her heels and looked 'blown away'. "He won't do me because he wants me to know all about sex and how to have sex without getting pregnant. He wants me to be safe. And he's teaching me. And it's so fantastic that I could never explain it to anyone," she finished in a rush. "Wait, Crissy. Why is him teaching you about sex so fantastic that oh! Oh, you mean when he licks you . . . , don't you?" "Yes, Rebecca. But even when I just come with him talking to me, it makes plain old jacking off seem, like, stupid. It really does, Reb." Crissy was becoming animated again, wanting her friend to understand how she felt, and she sat back up again forcing Rebecca to relax a bit back from her challenging position. When Rebecca didn't seem to have a response, Crissy continued with, "Sex alone is bullshit! You have to share it with someone. Somehow. But guys don't care if they get a girl pregnant. So it's safer to either have sex alone, or with the guy under total control, or with another girl. George says that. He says that girls just have to start out slowly, see what they like, decide how far they want to go with it. Jacking off and licking and girls doing girls can't get girls pregnant, he says. That's why he thinks we should jack off together." Crissy had to hurry to get that last sentence out before she lost her nerve again. Rebecca was still looking so stunned from all of their talk that Crissy wasn't even sure her friend was listening. Seeming to finally catch up, Rebecca said, "So we're supposed to get it on together? You and me? Because George said so?" "It isn't like we have to do it, Yo! He was just, you know, suggesting it because I wouldn't do it with, like, my sister." "So you're saying that he actually suggested to you that you and I have sex together?" "Yes, Rebecca, I already told you that!" "But Crissy, girls don't have sex with girls, they have sex with boys." "You saw the pictures, Reb. And he has hundreds more. He explained all of that to me. If I can kiss a boy, then I can kiss a girl. If a guy can play with my titties, then so can another girl. And... like that." "Come on, Crissy, don't give me that 'and like that' crap. What else did he say?" "Well, he said a lot of stuff. You're just trying to get me to say all this stuff because you like it. It excites you. Doesn't it, Reb?" Looking a bit chagrined at Crissy's guessing correctly, Rebecca tried to recover by saying, " No, Crissy, I just want to know everything he said. Well, maybe a little," Rebecca grudgingly admitted, "but I really want to know what he said. Everything!" "Well...he talked about all the other things boys and girls do, and just said that girls could do them together. More safely." "Okay, Crissy, but why can't you just tell me in the same words he ... safely? What did he mean by safely?" "Listen, Reb, first you wanted to know what he said and now you want to know what he meant by safely. Make up your stupid mind. " "Okay, he said girls could kiss each other and he said girls could play with each other's titties. What else did he say?" "Well, they can suck on each others nipples." "And?" "They could masturbate in front of each other." "Crissy? Are we back to my having to pull every word out of you again? Why would two girls jack off themselves in front of each other?" "Because, Rebecca, they would be sharing their experience, making it better. Duh!" said Crissy, trying to act like the all knowing maven of sex in the local area. "And when that got old?" asked Rebecca, knowing where all this was going, and wanting it to go there, and wanting her current level of excitement to skyrocket. "Well, they could, like, do each other. With their fingers," Crissy hastily added. "Or a dildo." "Have you ever put anything in you, Crissy?" "Yes, a candle. But it hurt so I didn't do it again. You?" "Yes. I have a vibrator I stole from a store." "Wow, Reb! You never told me that!" "Oh yeah? Look at all you never told me." "Well, like, I'm telling you now." "So, Crissy, I'm all like waiting for you to get to what we're supposed to do to each other, you know?" and saying that, Rebecca again moved her face very close to Crissy's. Then, supporting herself on just her left arm, she used her right hand to touch Crissy's right shoulder. "Come on. Give. What does your George want us to do?" Very aware of the hand on her shoulder, and the closeness, again, of her friends face to hers, Crissy started repeating the part about how another girl could touch her titties if a boy could. As she said it, Rebecca did it. Slid her hand down from Crissy's shoulder to her right breast, and kind of squeezed it while looking for the nipple. It didn't take long for Crissy's sensitive nipple to respond to the touch of a strange hand. Crissy's mind was so focused on that hand that she barely heard Rebecca ask what would be next. When the thought registered with her, she mumbled something about exposing her tits for sucking, but Rebecca couldn't quite understand her friends mumbled comment. Since Crissy was looking down at Rebecca's fingers now tweaking her nipple, Rebecca leaned a little closer and kissed Crissy's cheek, then her jaw line, then her neck. She felt Crissy shudder, so she asked, "What else could a boy do that a girl can do, too?" Crissy was trying to 'feel' and trying to 'listen' and wanting to touch Rebecca back and wondering at the soft lips at her neck. But she finally got out that a boy could open her blouse and expose her boobs. When Rebecca asked her if any boy had ever done that to her she said yes. Shifting her weight, Rebecca used both hands to open the buttons on the school blouse. When she, then, reached around to Crissy's back to release her bra clasp, Rebecca again planted kisses on Crissy's neck, then her jaw line, and her cheek. But as she slid her hands around to the front of Crissy, Crissy turned her face to bring their lips together. Just for a moment. But then, again, with more urgency. Rebecca ran her tongue across her friends teeth, and then from corner to corner of her mouth. They each moaned at this totally wonderful event. Crissy had never thought about Rebecca as anything but her best friend until George brought it up. But Rebecca had always had many thoughts about Crissy. Well, since she had first heard about girls doing girls, anyway. And Crissy's younger sister, now that she thought about it more. But mostly Crissy. Wanting to love her, but not quite sure how. Now, this guy George had solved the problem. He had brought Crissy to her. Had told them how to do it. Made it seem right. Safe, even. She would still want boys. But right now she wanted Crissy. And it seemed like Crissy wanted her, too. Still kissing intimately, Rebecca put one hand on each of Crissy's bare young breasts. And they each moaned again, into each others mouths. Part 1 - Chapter III The kissing was so sweet, so sort of timid and so almost demanding, that Crissy was concentrating on only the kisses and the hands. She was back to sitting comfortably akimbo, while Rebecca was leaning toward her, still sitting on her heels, to reach Crissy's mouth and her breasts with the now stiff nipples. Crissy's blouse was open, her bra loose and above her breasts. She was now using her own hands to begin exploring Rebecca's chest, with her fuller tits and really large nipples. So far she was content to just play with them through Rebecca's blouse because, after all, she had had a really good look at them before when Rebecca was bent over her. Crissy felt Rebecca's right hand leave her breast and come to rest on her thigh, just above her knee. Excruciatingly slowly that hand moved up toward the center of Crissy's heat. The gentle, sensuous kisses they were sharing did not distract Crissy from knowing what that hand was going to do. The wonder of feeling another girls breasts, and knowing that she would soon get to suck on them, did not distract her attention either. She waited, almost breathlessly, for the first intimate touch of Rebecca's finger against her pussy lips. When it finally came, after an eternity of waiting, it seemed hesitant, almost accidental. But that did not stop Crissy from reacting as if she had been shocked. At the actual instant that Rebecca's finger touched Crissy's panty clad crotch, Crissy was sucking on Rebecca's tongue. Crissy's reaction was so intense, compared to the slight touch, that Rebecca thought her tongue was going to be a goner. In her own reaction to what was happening to her tongue, Rebecca pushed her finger more firmly against Crissy's pussy a second time, felt her finger move into the depression formed by Crissy's swelling lips, and definitely felt the wetness of Crissy's panties. Crissy broke off the kiss with a low moan as her clit reacted to the strong touch of Rebecca's finger. All of a sudden Crissy was breathless, like she had just run in the house after the phone. Rebecca's finger was still pushing against her pussy, Rebecca's left hand was still teasing her right nipple. "Wait - wait! Reb! Stop it and wait a sec!" Crissy cried out as she backed away across the bed. "Wait, I'm telling you. Wait!." "You're the one who brought it up, Crissy, you dweeb. What're you afraid of?" challenged Rebecca as she moved across the bed after Crissy, who was flushed, panting, and still backing away. Just as Rebecca reached out to grab at her legs or clothing or whatever she could get hold of, Crissy rolled off of the bed and moved over to the wall near the window. Realizing that Crissy was really afraid, Rebecca slowly got off of the bed and approached Crissy. "I'm sorry, Honey. I thought you were playing. I'm not trying ta rape ya or nothin'," she said exaggeratedly. Then, more softly, "Relax. It's okay." Crissy let Rebecca come up to her and pull her slightly smaller frame into a loose, but nice hug. After a moment Crissy said, "I told George that I couldn't do this. It's creepy." "So," Rebecca said, "you didn't like kissing me?" "Well, yeah, it was nice. It was different than with 'what's his name'." "Yeah. I know what you mean, Crissy. Softer. Not so pushy. It was ... real nice, I thought." "Come on, Reb!" exclaimed Crissy as she sort of shifted a bit so that it was easier to look at Rebecca's face. "I didn't say it was all creepy. But some of it was..." "Creepy," finished Rebecca for her. "But you liked looking at my boobs, too, didn't you? You looked hard enough." "You showed hard enough!" was Crissy's retort. And she couldn't help looking down a bit at her friends blouse where it bulged with two beautiful young breasts which were crowned by two suckable big nipples that were clearly pushing against the material of the school shirt. Crissy was a seething caldron of mixed emotions. Some things she wanted to do with Rebecca. Some...things, she wasn't at all sure about. At least, not yet. "But, Reb, this was all too...fast. I mean, we were supposed to ... you know...watch each other get off or something and then... maybe...help each other some...and like that! We're jumping past all of that!" Rebecca, sensing that they could make progress again now as long as she didn't press Crissy so hard, said to Crissy, "Okay. So this George showed you all of these pictures, and talked to you about sex a lot, and listened to you get off over the phone, and has seen you naked, and has sucked you off. Have I forgotten anything?" While talking to Crissy, who was looking directly at her as she spoke, Rebecca had begun unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom, up. "This old pervert has his mouth on your cunt and you're letting him because it 'feels good,' right?" Rebecca was careful to keep her voice conspiratorial, instead of challenging. The "I want you to tell me more" voice. The "we have secrets to share about sex" voice. And it seemed to work. "Oh, Rebecca, if you only knew! He is so gentle. His...tongue is so soft and sensitive one second and as hard as a rock the next. Touching and pushing and...driving me crazy." As she finished with the top-most button, Rebecca replied, "I've heard it's real good. And I sure as hell want it! I just can't imagine there being a guy in the world who can see a naked girl without wanting to stick his dick in her, so how am I supposed to imagine a guy who can stick his tongue in you and not want to fuck you. It's weird. Especially as sexy as you are." Saying that, Rebecca moved her now free left hand over Crissy's right breast as they stood there and just held it still, waiting. Crissy jumped a bit at the touch of Rebecca's hand on her, but didn't yet realize that that same hand had just totally unbuttoned Rebecca's blouse. She was concentrating on her mental images of looking down at George's face between her legs, driving her crazy with passion, that were sparked by Rebecca's recent words, and then making a sudden shift back to the present upon hearing Rebecca's last words. "You think I'm sexy? You're sexy, Reb! I know I'm okay, but I'm not nearly as cute as you are." Rebecca brushed her lips over Crissy's chin, nose and lips, then said, "Thanks, but I see how the guys look at you. Especially when you're walking down the hallways between classes, and they're right behind you." "You're nuts, Reb," Crissy said, clearly wanting to hear more; stepping around a bit and back into the full hug. Rebecca, further sensing that all was going well again, looked into her friends eyes, fully conscious of their breasts pushing against each other, and told Crissy, "Every guy at school would like the chance to be in George's position; that is, the one's smart enough to know it." Crissy's reaction was to listen for more. Rebecca moved her right hand from Crissy's waist, where it had been since the 'hug' began, and slid it down Crissy's right ass cheek while saying, "Any one of them would jump at the chance to get their face up under your skirt, kid. They watch your little butt swish back and forth as you walk, accentuated by your skirt, and they drool." Crissy liked what Rebecca was telling her. She also realized that just a few months ago she would have thought that it was disgusting, or stupid. But the thought of all of them wanting her ass now Rebecca's hand was massaging her ass, not that it felt bad. It felt good, in fact, but...Rebecca was kissing her ear and neck again. What was it she had been going to say? Oh, yeah. "It's the same with you, Reb. I've seen the guys staring at you. One time I was trying to catch up with you before you got to your class and I passed two guys as one of them said, "If I could just taste her cream once I could die happy!" "You're kidding me!" Crissy shook her head 'no'. "You're just making that up, Crissy, aren't you?" Again Crissy shook her head. "Crissy. Who was it? Are you sure he meant me? How long ago was it? Which class was I going to? Maybe he still follows me, panting for my hot Mexican ass! Was it..." "Slow, Reb!" Crissy almost had to yell it to interrupt Rebecca's string of questions. "Jesus, you can ask more questions per second than any one I've ever heard of." Then, to take any 'sting' out of her words, Crissy hugged Rebecca even more firmly, and let her own right hand slide down to Rebecca's left ass cheek, and she liked how it felt to do that to her friend. "Okay, Crissy. But swear that you're telling me the truth." "I swear." "Wanted to taste my cream! Imagine that!" Obviously Rebecca was trying to imagine that in her mind. "At the time, I didn't even know what he meant, Reb. But I knew he was talking about you, and I knew it was sexual." "What do you mean, you didn't know what he was talking about? How could you not know?" Crissy paused, and thought, before she answered her friend's question. She stopped moving her hand on Rebecca's ass cheek as she concentrated on forming her answer, and Rebecca jiggled her ass to remind Crissy to keep playing with her. Finally, Crissy said, "I knew that I 'lubed'. And I knew that it was slick. And I knew that it only happened when I played with myself or when I was thinking sexy thoughts. But until George explained it all to me, I didn't know what my 'lube' was. I didn't know what it was made out of. And I didn't even think about why I had any in the first place. So how would I have known it was called 'pussy cream?' Or that anyone would want to lick it?" "And he explained all of that to you?" "Sure, dummy. How else would I know?" Crissy stepped away from Rebecca, took her hand, and led them both back to sit on the edge of the bed. Now, finally, Crissy could see that Rebecca's blouse was open and her breasts were easily accessible. That reminded her of her own state of near undress. She was thinking, here we sit, side by side, boobs bared, we've each looked at the others panty-covered crotch, Yo has touched my pussy through my panties, I want to touch hers, too, but I haven't got the nerve, she has played with my nipples, and I want to suck on hers, but I haven't got the nerve, and I've almost soaked my underwear with my 'cream', and I'm horny, and I'm hot , and I want to get off, but I don't know how I want to do it, and she seems to be willing, and I can't make up my mind what I want to do! With that, Crissy started to cry in frustration. Rebecca had seen that her very best friend in the whole world was in some state of turmoil, but she didn't know what caused it. She would love to help her friend in some way and the only way she could think of was to put her left arm around Crissy's shoulders, pull the two of them closer together, use her right hand to move Crissy's head down on to her own upper chest, and rock with her. Because Crissy had her eyes closed as she softly cried, she only knew that Rebecca was trying to comfort her, and that the warmth of Rebecca's arm and hand and chest was exactly that; comforting. So, she didn't notice right away that her chin was on Rebecca's left breast and that she would be looking at Rebecca's right breast, which was not in the least bit hidden by the now opened blouse. She would notice it soon, but not quite yet. Now it just felt good to be held and rocked. Part 2 - Chapter I Crissy was always good about telling me of her interactions with Rebecca. I'd seen a picture of her and would very much like to meet her if she could really be trusted. I was willing to wait for that. In the meantime, Crissy seemed to faithfully relate her experiences and conversations to me; sometimes in person and, far more often, over the phone. So all of the events and most of the words I related in Part 1 were pretty much her words, or what I got out of her implications. But I've since also talked to Rebecca, and heard her side of that day. She isn't the least bit hesitant to talk to me, now. You'll find out why, shortly. But she isn't Crissy-shy or Crissy-hesitant. She is Rebecca-go-for-broke. I know I wrote it as if I was there; a fly on the wall who could also read minds. Alas, that was not the case. But I tried, following all of our various conversations, both Crissy's and, now, Rebecca's, to record at least my impressions of what either of them said or what they said happened, so as to be better able to write this tome for you and I to share. Where were we? Oh, yes. (Do you really think that I forgot? Posh and piffle!) Crissy calmed enough to want to wipe her eyes, but she would have had to move her head to do that and she didn't really want to move. She was quite comfortable. A little bent forward, but with some of her weight being offset by her chin and cheek on Rebecca's very soft shoulder - uh, no, not her shoulder, her chest. And Crissy's chin, then, was on the top of Rebecca's very, very soft - and fragrant boob! With that thought Crissy opened her eyes, focused them, and realized that she was looking at her friends warm, voluptuous right breast in all of its glory, inches from her own face. What a nice sight. Rebecca was stroking her hair, which felt nice, and holding her left shoulder in her hand, keeping the contact between them close and warm. Crissy decided that she could stay like this for quite a while. She liked being held, petted, and receiving one of the best forms of aroma therapy in the world. But, all things come to some sort of an end, and so did this. Rebecca noticed that Crissy had stopped crying and was sort of nestling the side of her face into the top of Rebecca's left breast. Maybe she'd like to suck on a nipple. "Are you okay, honey?" Rebecca asked, very solicitously. Of course, she made sure to continue to hold Crissy's head against her chest, and maybe tried just a little bit to move Crissy's face a bit lower down her tit. Crissy didn't notice that last, particularly, but she did feel the increased pressure to maintain their relative positions and warm, intimate contact. Finally, she responded, "Yeah. I'm okay." While forming and delivering her answer to Rebecca's question, Crissy moved her right arm around Rebecca's waist to better support herself, and take some of the strain of their position off of her own waist and stomach muscles. Rebecca, who took that movement as further proof that they were going to make love, somehow, moved her own right hand down from Crissy's hair and placed it back on Crissy's left breast, under her blouse, skin to skin. Crissy, feeling that movement, of course, had to decide if this was what she wanted. Maybe she was playing one of the 'sex games' that George had said women play. He probably meant that they play those games with men, but it would probably be the same between two girls. One plays weak, giving control over to the one who plays strong. But Crissy didn't really want to give up to weakness. She knew it wasn't like it was forever. But, still...she didn't know if it felt right. Rebecca wasn't moving her hand, but it felt really good to have someone else's hand on her breast. She could feel her nipple harden. Maybe both were hard. When she again concentrated her gaze on Rebecca's right nipple, scant inches away, it was hard; the aureole all puckered. Then Crissy realized that there was another such nipple millimeters from her mouth, and just under the cloth the stinking-damn cloth. If it wasn't for the cloth she could probably stick her tongue out and touch that nipple. It couldn't be more than 3/4" from her lips. Her breast felt great in Rebecca's hand, her face felt good basking in the warmth of Rebecca's body heat, her nose enjoyed Rebecca's scent, her eyes could clearly see Rebecca's tempting right nipple, and - Crissy didn't realize that she actually stuck out her tongue to see if she could reach her friends left nipple which should be right near her chin. Then Rebecca flexed a bit. Crissy realized what she had done. Rebecca immediately began molding and massaging Crissy's breast that she had only held quietly for the last few minutes. Crissy finally decided. George was right. Playing the weak one wasn't so bad. That's what she would do. So, without being able to directly tell Rebecca of her decision, she decided that it was Rebecca's move. For her part, Rebecca was pretty pleased with the days events so far. She didn't really have much of an idea of the dilemma that Crissy had gone through, but she knew that Crissy both wanted and didn't want to have sex with her. Or, as Crissy said George had said, 'go slowly and decide what you like and how far you are willing to go.' That had to be it. This old dude, while he has his tongue stuck up Crissy's cunt, told her to start out just doing themselves in each others presence. Then maybe do each other by hand. And then get it on. That was it. She had moved too fast for Crissy. One minute she was touching her tits, and the next minute she was digging in her pussy. Too fast. Got to slow it down to get what I want. What do I want? Well, yeah, Crissy. Duh? But what do I want after that? I want George's tongue licking up my cream, that's what. God, I'll bet that will feel good. I'll look down at him sucking on my cunt. I'll hold his ears or his hair and rub my twat all over his face. He'll make me come and come. Yeah. That's what I want. But...first I need Crissy. And she needs me, I know she does. So what I'll do is... Part 2 - Chapter II Crissy felt Rebecca starting to shift around. She thought it was probably to relieve some of Rebecca's own discomfort at holding her. But when she tried to sit up to help, or at least not hinder, she found herself still leaning up against Rebecca, who had turned her upper body to the left some, and had deftly moved Crissy's face to where there was a nipple touching Crissy's lips. (When I asked Crissy if that wasn't pretty uncomfortable, she admitted it was, but that she soon rotated her legs and body around until she was facing Rebecca, and could much more comfortably suck on the proffered nipple.) Rebecca "loved" the way Crissy sucked on her. God, it felt good. All the way down to her pussy. She wanted to suck on Crissy's tits, too, but she was unwilling to break the contact just yet. So she just "cooed" and murmured to Crissy as her nipple was manipulated by her friends tender lips and tongue. Finally, Rebecca said, "Crissy? Do you remember you said that George told you to do this stuff? And that girls could do it in front of each other and it would make them feel a whole lot better than when they did it alone?" "Mm hmm." Crissy knew better than to talk with her mouth full. "Well, Crissy, honey, I have an idea. I really need to get off. Bad! You have me so excited. And you're getting to suck on my tits but I can't suck on yours. And that's not fair, but it feels sooooo good, hon. And I want to do it to you, too. And I want you to watch me get off. Can we? Please?" Rebecca felt that she had said all of the things Crissy would want to hear. She was right, too. Even George couldn't have put better words in her mouth. What could have made Crissy happier than that at that time? Getting her best friend to sucking on her nipples and getting to watch her fingering herself to orgasm. Oh, Jesus. This was going to be a day she would remember for the rest of her life. She sat up, looking into Rebecca's eyes for the first time in at least half an hour. She saw the lust there that she wanted to see. Lust for her. Rebecca wanted her real bad. Well she wanted Rebecca, too. Just not quite in the same way, at least not yet. Rebecca was willing to 'cut back.' Yes! Rebecca must have figured out that things were going too fast for her and so she was willing to go back to jacking herself off, as long as Crissy would watch. Rebecca was such a friend. Such a precious love. Crissy could almost do what Rebecca really wanted, but not quite. But, Rebecca deserved the best Crissy could give her at that moment. Crissy was so filled with emotion for Rebecca and lust for Rebecca that she started quivering as she sat looking at her lover/friend. Part 2 - Chapter III "Okay, Reb. Let's get undressed and do ourselves," Crissy said, all aquiver, watching Rebecca pull her blouse out of her school skirt and take it off (with all of the beautiful movements and jigglings of her gorgeous, young breasts.) Crissy removed her own blouse and already unclasped bra as she watched Rebecca. "But I didn't tell you my idea, yet," Rebecca said while kicking off her shoes and yanking off her socks, which had her lying back on the bed, legs up and bent to accommodate sock yanking, and affording Crissy a mesmerizing view of her friends panty crotch again, now very visibly wet. Crissy stood up on the bed to remove her shoes and socks, while balancing on the springy surface, and knowingly giving Rebecca a view up her skirt as she maneuvered them off, and knowing from things George had told her, and now from her own experience, how exciting looking up a skirt could be in the right circumstances. She noticed that Rebecca paused in her own gyrations to look up at the view Crissy was providing, and Crissy could swear that the level of cloudy lust in her friends eyes went up significantly. Rebecca finally put her feet on the bed and raised her hips. She unbuttoned her skirt. She wasn't looking at what her own hands were doing, though. She was watching Crissy do almost exactly the same thing; getting ready to drop her skirt, leaving her in only her panties. Rebecca realized she was holding her breath, and had stopped moving, again. And she knew that it was silly. She had seen Crissy undressing and naked a hundred times since they were kids. She didn't have to hold her breath. She could breathe while waiting for Crissy's skirt to drop down her legs to her feet. Of course she could. Crissy, having undone the second of the two buttons, ran the zipper down and was holding her skirt up by her two hands, one on each side of the zipper, when it finally dawned on her that Rebecca was transfixed. Jesus, she wasn't even breathing. She was just watching to see Crissy drop her skirt. She, Crissy, was, at that moment, in total control of another person, without even saying a word. Rebecca wanted her sex. Wanted her sex so bad that she would probably do anything right now, promise anything right now, if Crissy would let her have her sex; her pussy. Rebecca wanted her pussy cream and she wanted it so bad that Crissy was almost willing to let her precious friend have it. 'Take me, Rebecca,' she was tempted to say. But she didn't. God! George was right! The power a girl had, if she knew how to use it, was awesome. She, instead, dropped her skirt and watched her friends eyes bore holes through her white cotton panties. Then Rebecca took a breath, and, slightly recovering from that very dramatic 15 or 20 seconds of high sexual tension, almost ripped her own skirt loose and down her legs to her feet. Still thinking about the power that she had sensed that she had over Rebecca, Crissy was considering something extremely flirtatious, like stepping over Rebecca, slowly, to get to the other side of the bed, giving Rebecca a chance to look up the soft curves of her long tan legs to her soaked panty crotch. Make her want to reach up and yank Crissy's pussy right down on to her face. That's what Rebecca clearly wanted anyway. But, then she remembered the role she had decided upon; timid. She was, dear reader, the width of a cunt hair from giving in to Rebecca and doing it Rebecca's way, but she was sure that George would tell her to stick to her plan. Let Rebecca lead. Forcefully calming herself, Crissy stepped out of the circle of her skirt, bent down to pick it up, and flipped it over to the chair where Rebecca had sat earlier in the morning. As Crissy turned back to Rebecca, Rebecca realized that Crissy was making no move to take off her panties. Rebecca stopped herself from taking off her own, sat up with her ankles crossed, and her arms around her knees. Maybe Crissy wasn't ready for that yet. That's cool. In the long run, she knew she would win. She was going to go down on Crissy and Crissy was going to go down on her. Maybe even on the same day. It was just a matter of time. Crissy sat akimbo across from Rebecca, again, and asked, "What was your idea, Reb." Crissy didn't have to try to look excited, she had a suspicion that her eyes were just as fucked up as her friends eyes were. "Well, as I said before, Crissy honey, you were sucking on my nipple so nicely, and it felt so incredibly good, and I wanted to do that to you, too." "That isn't all you said, Reb." "What? What else did I say?" "You said about 'getting off,' Reb, and you know it!" responded Crissy in mock agitation. "Oh. Well, yeah. I really need to get off. And George told you it was a good idea to watch each other do it. So I thought, you know ..." Rebecca just let her voice trail off. Each of them knew they were playing a game. A tantalizing word game. But it was fun. "SO?" Crissy demanded, shocking Rebecca out of her momentary reverie. "WHAT?" "So, Queen Rebecca, what was your idea? Did you forget it?" "I could not possibly forget it, Crissy." "Well, ding-a-ling?" "What? Why are you name calling?" "Aren't you the one, Reb, who just a while ago was ranting and raving about having to, like, drag each word out of me? And now your doing the exact frigging same thing?" "Oh, yeah. Well, my idea was for one of us to lie down on the bed, and the other one to sort of lie on top of the other, facing the other way, and we suck on each others nipples." "Yeah?" Crissy asked, trying to be patient when what she really wanted to do was get started, and be the one on the bottom. "Well, that's it!" Rebecca exclaimed. Crissy stared at her. "What more...Oh, yeah, well, then I would - get myself off." "And what about me?" "Well, Duh? Crissy. You could do yourself, too, if you wanted to." "Okay, Reb. So let me see if I got all of this. Let's say that I lie on the bed, and you lie over me. And we suck on each others breasts. Right so far?" Crissy was getting more excited, if that was possible. But she just had to tease her...her lover some more, to pay her back for the grilling she'd taken earlier. "Uh huh." Rebecca was mushing her sweet bottom around on the bed while trying to look like she was sitting still. "Then, you'll reach down and finger yourself to orgasm through your panties. And I'll watch you. Right?" Oh. Crissy was enjoying this. Rebecca was squirming and Crissy was dragging it out, all too innocently. "Yes, Crissy," said Rebecca, in a voice clearly designed to communicate patience stretched quite taut. "But, Reb. How are you going to actually enjoy your come if you have to do it through your panties? Why not reach inside?" "Fine. That'll be even better. I'll reach inside." With that, Rebecca started to shift her position, but Crissy intervened with . . . "But, with your hand inside, fingering yourself, feeling your wetness, rubbing up and down your lips, grazing over your clit, maybe fucking up inside yourself, how am I going to see anything?" Oh, this was so hot. She had learned sooooo much from George that it was amazing. That's exactly how he would have teased her. And did more than once. That clever old bastard. While all of this thinking on the part of Crissy was going on, Rebecca was getting frantic with sexual tension and excitement. Realizing what Crissy was saying, and not really detecting that Crissy was playing with her, she quickly whipped off her panties, threw them over the side of the bed, and said, "Now you'll be able to see. Okay?" "Yes," said Crissy, knowing that she couldn't push Rebecca any more, and she really didn't want to. She wanted to watch Rebecca get herself off and she wanted to get off. Probably just as bad as Rebecca did. But, thanks to George's teachings, she had better control than lovely Reb had. She lay down on the bed with her knees bent and her feet right at the edge of the foot of the bed. Her head, in this position, was almost on top of Rebecca's feet as she still sat there, giving Rebecca enough room to stretch out over her without banging her feet into the head of the bed. Then she reached back over her head for her lover, looking back at her at the same time, and watching all of her movements and swayings and jiggles as she got into position over Crissy. Rebecca repositioned herself. She had planned all of this so carefully, but she wanted to actually memorize how everything worked out so that she could remember it forever. Damn, what a sight. Crissy lying there below her, her arms outstretched, looking back and up at her expectantly, breasts riding high on her young chest, panties pulled tightly to emphasize her slim girl figure, and the treasure of her delectable pussy pushing against the material of her panties. What a sight. No wonder guys went crazy. Wow! As Rebecca moved slowly over Crissy, so that her face, and then her shoulders, moved above Crissy's head and shoulders, she not only got to glory in the changing view of light and shadow on Crissy's face and breasts, but she could see Crissy looking at her own breasts as they approached and paused above her soft lips. Of course, now when Crissy tilted her head back, she could see Rebecca's pussy, whereas Rebecca could only see Crissy's panties, so far. Slowly lowering her mouth to Crissy's right breast, Rebecca was a bit shocked to realize that it was Crissy who got to suck first, because Rebecca was a bit bigger than Crissy. Then again, at their age there was no such thing as "dangle" or "hang." Ah, youth. Anyway, finally, FINALLY, Rebecca had gotten what she wanted for the moment. Crissy was sucking on her nipples, sending more signals to an already overheated and dripping cunt, and Rebecca had the nipples she had dreamed about available for as much sucking as she could give. And suck they each did. Each listened to the moans and mumurings of the other without being really conscious of their own moans and mumurings. Rebecca was supporting her weight on her arms, but Crissy finally realized that she could touch Rebecca anywhere she wanted. So she started reaching around, finding places to touch or rub or squeeze Rebecca. She knew, now. She loved Rebecca. Probably she had for years. Well, she knew she had. But not like this. She loved Rebecca now as a woman. As a sex object. Not to the exclusion of George or her current boyfriend. But she now understood that she would not want to be prevented from sharing her body with another woman. She didn't yet know about 'going all the way' with Rebecca or any other woman. But the unique feeling of shared intimacy at this level must not be allowed to fade from her life. And so she mused as her hands roamed the firm, warm body of her lover. Part 2 - Chapter IV When Rebecca felt Crissy's hands start exploring her body, she started to lose it. She was so close anyway that a feather touching her clit could probably send her off. Crissy used both of her hands so that she pretty much touched the same place on one side of Rebecca's nubile body as on the other. But when Crissy timidly explored Rebecca's ass, cheeks, valley and (finally, after an eternity) rectum, that's when Rebecca shifted so that she could reach with her right hand and finger her pussy. Her moans went up in number and intensity. Crissy watched as Rebecca's hand massaged her entire vulva, and her middle finger dipped into her depths to spread more lubricant up around her clit. It was obvious, now, that Rebecca's idea had a flaw. Crissy knew that there was no way that Rebecca could finger herself to orgasm and concentrate on holding herself up above Crissy at the same time. Either Rebecca would not have a really great come, or she would drop suddenly and crush Crissy. Well, that was a bit dramatic, but surely if Rebecca dropped on her during her orgasm, Crissy wouldn't be able to see everything. Of course, her mind had jumped to the proper conclusion five sentences ago, but Crissy forced herself to watch Rebecca jack off, while continuing to suck on her luscious nipples, and while continuing to touch her all over, especially her very sensitive ass hole, and carefully consider all of the alternatives she could think of, considering their relative positions in relation to one another. She could do it for her best friend and lover. The more she thought about it the more excited she got, and finally she moved her left hand from Rebecca's sexy body to her own panty covered cunt. Rebecca, of course, felt a hand go away, opened her eyes as she continued to try to concentrate on the turgid nipples below her face and her fingers dancing around and in her steamy pussy, and watched Crissy's hand start stroking her own pussy through her panties. She was going to get herself off. Oh, shit, thought Rebecca. It can't keep getting better or I'll die. I've got to come. Jesus. Now Crissy had reached inside her panties and was finger fucking herself. That was when, on the cusp of her utmost bearable excitement, Crissy started rubbing her own clit with her left hand and watched as her own right hand came around under Rebecca, up between Rebecca's quivering thighs, displaced Rebecca's own hand and started stroking her lovers pussy and clit. That did it for both of them. Any one within 50 feet of that house must have heard two girls bodies shattering into millions of pieces. Crissy's feet slid off of the end of the bed and the backs of her knees dropped to the mattress. She knowingly kept her left hand in her own pussy and her right hand was stroking the outside of Rebecca's pussy. Crissy had stopped sucking Rebecca's nipples and had turned her head to the side just in time to have it pinned by Rebecca's collapsing upper torso. Both spent a few minutes just panting and recovering. Rebecca was first to recover enough to move. She moved around until she was side by side with Crissy, and leaning slightly over her. The only bad part about that was that it dislodged Crissy's hand from Rebecca's pussy. Each girl, in her own way, regretted the loss of intimate contact. Crissy couldn't help but wonder at the feeling of her hand on a pussies slick heat, but it wasn't her own pussy. She thought she liked it. At least she did at the moment. Rebecca was still just stupified. After a gentle, long, probing kiss, Rebecca said, "Thank you, Crissy Love. That was the most spectacular orgasm I've ever had. And I owe it to you." "Don't forget George, Reb. He's the guy who's teaching me. He's the one who proved to me that jerking off by yourself was no where as good as doing it with someone else." "God, is he right!" Rebecca exclaimed, then continued with, "Everything was perfect." "No it wasn't," Crissy immediately responded. "What?" from Rebecca. "When you collapsed on me I couldn't see you get off. And I couldn't see what your hand was doing between your legs at that angle. That's what." "Well, Crissy, I at least had guts enough to be naked. I couldn't see anything with all of that cloth you hid behind!" "Well, Rebecca, you have two hands. You could have taken them off if you'd really wanted to see." "Wait. I did want to see. I wanted you to have the best orgasm of your life and I wanted to watch you. Because I love you. "And I wanted to see you come, too, Reb. I knew you were going to have a lulu. You were so hot. And the best part is that you were so hot for me. For that and a lot of other reasons I love you, too." After a bit more kissing and some nipple nipping on Rebecca's part, she got up off of the bed and walked toward the bathroom in the hall. Crissy started to get up, also, and then realized that there was something that she really wanted to do, had been wanting to do, and must do. She brought the middle finger of her right hand to her nose and smelled it. Then she sucked it into her mouth. Then, after a few moments contemplation, she got up off of the bed. Rebecca, as she got to the bathroom door, looked back into Crissy's bedroom for a moment, and saw Crissy smell and then suck on her finger. It only took a second for Rebecca to confirm in her mind which pussy that particular finger had been in. YES!! Part 3 - Chapter I Can you even imagine how excited I was as Crissy related that first time with Rebecca to me. By now, after all of our extremely intimate conversations together, and a lot of sex together (never intercourse, but me eating her out a whole lot) she seemed to have no trouble telling me anything, no matter how intimate. She knows now that I'm writing this, and she has read the first three chapters. She wants to introduce me to Rebecca (last Thursday was the day that they 'got it on' the first time) but I'm not ready for that yet. But I did tell Crissy that I was willing to talk to both of them on the phone if they could both be in the same room and have two phones available. Rebecca was able to do that, because her parents had more material wealth than Crissy's parents, and more individual freedom than Crissy would have at home with her large family. It was on a Monday night to remember. You may remember that I told you that Crissy's family only lived about 15 blocks from me, and that Crissy said that her friend lived 8 blocks away. That friend, as we now know, is Rebecca. One of the last few times that anything happened at my house happened the following Monday evening. To recount. Crissy and Rebecca sort of had sex together on Thursday. Crissy started telling me about it on Friday evening when she got back from school but her parents weren't home yet. On Saturday they were here to do the lawns. I hardly ever see or hear from Crissy on Sunday. Monday morning, before she went to school, Crissy called me from Rebecca's house, and we discussed the three-on-the-phone idea. I was supposed to believe that Rebecca wasn't listening in as Crissy and I talked. But I could hear extra breathing and stifled giggles. So I poured it on as thick as I could. The idea would be that I would help facilitate the two of them having more intimate sex together. I used every thing at my disposal to arouse the two of them. Especially, when Crissy seemed to be hesitant about going all the way with Rebecca, I reminded her/them that she had told me she liked the smell of her finger after she had gotten Rebecca off. She said, "George!" I, acting all innocent, went on and said that she had even told me that she had sucked on that finger and tasted Rebecca. She cried, "Jesus Christ, George! Tell the whole world!" I, of course, said that I wasn't telling the whole world, just her and she had told me in the first place. Since she couldn't let on that Rebecca was listening in, she finally dropped it and we came up with a plan for she and Rebecca to sleep over at the latter's house, start to get it on, call me, and I'd help lead the way to teenage heaven. That was the plan. Well? You know how plans can take on a life of their own, don't you? To this day I don't know what Crissy and Rebecca might have talked about from that moment until they called me during their lunch hour to say that that night would be the night. Damn good thing I had no plans made. Actually I was going to work on this. And I did until they called me at 7:30, sharp. They were in Rebecca's bedroom. They were alone in the house because Rebecca's parents had just left to attend their regular monthly Bridge party. It usually ran until midnight. Kind of late for a Monday night, but her parents were definitely younger than me and could probably still survive that kind of schedule. I could have, I suppose, when I was in my late 30's. But I could easily be these girl's grandfather. (In case your calculating, dear reader, that means that I'm as young as, say, 54, to as old as, say, 68.) To continue, they had decided to put the answer machine in the bedroom because it had a speaker phone option so that they could both hear me and I could hear them. As it turned out, they had to move the speaker phone onto the bed and prop it up sort of facing them. Then I could hear both of them. They said that they were both pretty much undressed, that being panties and jewelry. Nice image, huh? And that they had been fooling around some before they called. Instead of trying to relate the, "I couldn't hear that!" and the, "What was it that Rebecca just said?" stuff that was caused by the speaker phone situation, I'm going to relate the rest of this as if there was excellent sound in both directions. We don't need to 'fake' it that long anyway, as you will soon see. I'm also going to just hit the highlights of this session at Rebecca's house, because what happened after is more important to me and I want to get to it. Besides, you already know how I can go on and on, in ever greater detail, and you don't really want that all of the time, do you? 'Course not. Settled. I was 'introduced' to Rebecca. I said that I had heard a whole lot about her and would like to meet her when the time seemed right. She said that Crissy had told her a lot about me, and she was interested to learn more. (That's what she said! Don't you just know that that made me quiver all over?) I said that my relationship with Crissy was based upon truth, not just sex stuff, and that I would want to know that Rebecca and I were both committed to the same goal. She said that she wanted that, too. I asked her to tell me something that Crissy didn't know yet, but that was apparently or provably true. She immediately told me that she had already known that Crissy had licked her finger. She had seen it. I felt good about that because it was both an admission that she was listening in on the call and that she was divulging something that neither Crissy or I could have known. I have to admit that I was still worried about her. She was either going to play it straight and smart, or she was way too clever for her age. And before any of us dismiss that 'clever' part, remember back to how cleverly she opened Crissy like an egg when she wanted to know about me. Any way, we all seemed willing to proceed. Rebecca started out as the aggressor, but their roles soon leveled out. It seemed that Crissy was resigned to make full woman love to Rebecca. She just wanted to get there a little slowly and with my help. (It's a dirty job, but somebody etc., etc.) She sort of pounced on Crissy and began devouring her nipples. Crissy, on the bottom again, swiveled around until they were back in the 'suck each other's nipples' position. But while doing that (sucking), it was Crissy who began to remove Rebecca's panties. A bit early in the evening, I thought, but that's what she did. Rebecca moved or helped as needed. Each girl was trying to reach around and touch the other as much as possible, sometimes by my suggestions. This was easy for Crissy because she was lying on her back, whereas Rebecca had to support her whole upper body periodically to remove the strain of leaning out over Crissy's lovely chest. At some point, while they were suckling each other, Rebecca asked me what I was doing. I told her I was stroking myself slowly while listening to them. That seemed to really excite her. She reached for Crissy's panties, yanked them off with hip-lifting help from Crissy, and began fingering Crissy's pussy. Crissy was quick to respond by putting her right hand up between Rebecca's warm thighs and fingering Rebecca's succulent cunt. After a short while, Crissy said, "George. You should see this. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus." "What. What, Crissy?" "Reb is sticking her finger in me and then sucking on it. On her finger, I mean. Sucking my cream. And she's staring me in the eye as she's doing it. God that makes me hot!" "How does Crissy taste, Rebecca?" "You know how she tastes, George. You've done way more of this than I have." "But I forget. I'm old and forgetful. Put your finger back in her cunt, deeply, then swish it around in her hot honey box, and bring it back up to your mouth and suck it clean. Tell me how it tastes, please." All during this time I could hear both of them moaning and sucking sounds from Rebecca. "Creamy and so fucking good that I want to put my whole face in her pussy. She won't let me, yet, but that's what I want to do, George. What would you do if you were here?" "Honey child," I said, "I'd suck on both of you. I'd tongue fuck you both, suck your clits into my mouth and whip them with my tongue, suck your lips into my mouth and nibble on them from top to bottom. That's what I'd do if I was there." "Oh, Jesus, Crissy. Keep doing that. Ohhhhh." "What did she do, Rebecca?" I asked, wanting to see them together, a dream I've had most of my life and never have had a chance to fulfill. "Crissy's fingering my hot pussy with one hand, and the other hand is touching my ass hole." "Crissy? Wet your fingers with your saliva and then play with her ass," I told Crissy. By the sounds, something good must be happening. Just as I was going to offer another suggestion, Rebecca came unglued. "Oh, Jesus. You did it, Crissy. You did it. Oh, God, I love you." "What did Crissy do." "She just moved her finger from my pussy to her mouth and sucked on it right in front of me. God I'm hot. I think I'm gonna come. Finger fuck me, Crissy. Please, baby. Do me." Lots of moans and utterings and finally, Rebecca came. Big time. Then, Rebecca must have gone back to paying attention to Crissy's needs, because within 3 or 4 minutes Crissy came. Only when it was all over did I find out that Rebecca had moved around and eaten Crissy to a come. It only took seconds, Rebecca said. But she loved it as much as she thought she would. Crissy was almost incoherent. She finally said that it was a fantastic feeling when she realized what Reb was doing. While talking post-org, Crissy said that she knew that she could come again. As usual, Rebecca caught that and wanted to know if Crissy thought she was all of a sudden multi-orgasmic. No, Crissy replied, but George had made her come as many as four times in one session. "FOUR? You're fucking kidding me! Four? That's just bullshit for stories guys tell each other about how good they are. Right? Crissy, that's right, right? George? Truth?" "Well, Rebecca, The truth is that the day that lovely Crissy had four orgasms was a day when she got herself off once before calling me, got off once with me on the phone, then came over here and I got her off again with my mouth on her sweet cunt and then we masturbated each other so that I came just a bit before she did." "Christ on a crutch!" "Rebecca!" "Sorry, Crissy. Truth?" "Yes, Reb. Truth." Part 3 - Chapter II "I need to see it for myself. I want to come again, too." Both Crissy and I said something like, "You will. Be patient." "I don't mean someday, Guys. I mean now!" I have to admit that I was quite excited, and where I could maintain sensible control over situations with Crissy, this one had me by the balls. The chance to watch two girls together. To have two succulent pussies at my disposal. I could almost come without even touching myself I was so excited at the images in my mind. And Rebecca was as much as demanding to be done as I had done Crissy. It was just 8:30. We'd been at this for an hour. It was quite dark outside. I was quivering. My next door neighbors, whose kitchen windows faced my driveway and back door were at church by now, but they'd be back at nine. I wanted to suck on Rebecca. Anywhere on her. If I picked them up, we could be back here and in the house within 15 minutes. I liked Crissy's responsive nipples, but Crissy said that Rebecca's were at least half again the size of hers. Jesus. Okay. We'll do it. "Okay, we'll do it. You girls throw your clothes on and walk over to Main. I'll pick you up in front of the drug store in 10 minutes. Okay?" A simultaneous "Yes" was what I got back. I hung up the phone and ran for the bathroom to shave again. Don't want to scratch such tender, young, succulent, fragrant, exciting, intimate, lovely, coral colored, girl flesh. Brushed my teeth again, for good measure. Turned on the computer, just in case Rebecca wanted to see some of the pictures. Went around the house and closed all of the drapes or blinds. Went out the back door and jumped in the car. I was so sexually hopped up that I doubt I even touched the seat of the car but once in 5 or 6 twitches of my whole body. I had to calm down before I picked them up or they would think I was a dottering old man who went to pieces at the thought of having two young girls to make love to, when actually I was a dottering old man who was going to pieces at the thought of having two young girls to make love to. I'm sure that you can clearly see the difference. Drug store! Pull up beside them and open the door for them. Crissy gets in first. As soon as Rebecca shut the door I move out onto the street and head back toward home. Little is said until we get there. I reach up and turn off the dome light so that it won't light when the door opens again. We all get out and go into the house. I sigh as big a relief sigh as I have ever sighed. And then I look at Rebecca. Not too much make-up and it is a little smudged. Gee, I wonder how. Nice bod. Probably no underwear. Hair shorter than Crissy's and just a little bigger than Crissy; both height and weight. Now. It's important, I think, to establish who is who right off the bat. So I take Crissy in my arms and I kiss her warmly. Then I say Hi to Rebecca. Crissy looks pleased. I ask if they would like anything to drink (water, orange juice, milk, Cream Soda.) That's all I have. I'm not a drinker. They want water. I get it. While I'm doing that I ask Crissy if she wants to show Rebecca around the house. Again, Crissy was obviously pleased that I had deferred to her. Off they went. I went slow in order to give them time to relax. Especially Rebecca. When I finally came out of the kitchen with the drinks, they were sitting in front of the computer and Crissy was showing Rebecca how to scroll through the Thumbnails, and how to enlarge the pictures she liked. Even some lesbian pictures. Who would have guessed? I gave each girl her drink and stood back to watch the dynamics for a while. Crissy was standing on the left side of the chair that Rebecca was sitting in. I had another chair and Crissy knew that quite well. But she was content to stand and let Rebecca use the mouse with her right hand, while her left hand was rubbing up and down the inside of Crissy's leg. Maybe Crissy didn't have any panties on, either. I'd soon find out. I gave them about 10 minutes to look at the pictures, listened to some of their comments or their Ohhhhh's or Ahhhhh's. Since Rebecca was rather occupied, I moved up behind Crissy and put my arms around her, with one hand on each breast, and began kissing her neck. She moved her hair out of the way for me and seemed to really like the attention. I certainly liked playing with her tits again. Rebecca finally noticed and accused us of starting without her. "Poor baby, Reb. Do you want George's hands and mouth on you, too?" Crissy asked in her best He Will If I Let Him voice. I nipped her neck to let her know that I would rather not have those kinds of games played tonight. She then went on and added, "Reb honey. Just wait till you feel him loving you. And you'll see him loving me. And I'll love you, Reb." It was very quiet. Finally I held my hand out for Rebecca's, took Crissy's hand in my other hand, and led them both to the couch. While we were all standing, I lightly kissed Rebecca on her lips. Then Crissy. Then back to Rebecca, but held the kiss a little longer. Then Crissy again. Then I moved Crissy and Rebecca closer together and closer to me, kind of a three-way hug. This time when I kissed Rebecca, she opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. I licked her lips and sucked on her tongue in return before moving back to Crissy. Crissy was obviously hot. I knew this body well. This body wanted to 'get it on' again in a big way. This time while kissing Crissy I moved my hand down to her ass and up between her legs. She moaned and Rebecca looked to see what I was doing. Next I did the same thing to her. She not only let me willingly, she ground her groin into my hand. Time for the next step. I sat down on the couch, making it clear that both of them were to remain standing. "Crissy, take off Rebecca's shirt for her." Crissy pulled Rebecca's shirt out of her jeans and began pulling it up over Rebecca's head. Rebecca raised her arms to make the process easier. Gorgeous boobs. And dark aureoles, with nipples bigger than Crissy's. More like the dynamite nipples on the picture I saw once of Allie McGraw, who starred in the 70's movie, Love Story. "Now, Rebecca, you take off Crissy's blouse." Tug, unbutton, unbutton, giggle, unbutton, one more unbutton and off Crissy's shoulders. No bra. Each was feeling the others tits without me telling them to. Neat. "Jeans, Crissy." She knelt in front of Rebecca and unbuttoned the girls jeans, lowered the zipper, and slowly tugged them down. I saw her signal to Rebecca to look at me while her jeans came down. I made sure to lean forward and look very hungry. No panties. I knew it. No socks either, so the shoes had to come off to get the jeans off and Rebecca was buck naked, or doe naked, as the gender might be. Without saying anything I just motioned for Rebecca to get Crissy's jeans off. Now it was Rebecca's turn to kneel in front of Crissy, unclasp her belt, unbutton her jeans, lower the zipper, and tug the jeans down those heavenly legs that I had knelt or laid between on many occasions. Both girls were watching me and I was appropriately watchful and lustful and lecherous. But, leave it to Rebecca, she had to go it one better. She pulled Crissy to her by the hips and buried her face in Crissy's nest (no panties there, either. Life is truly good.) "Crissy, you sit down here beside me and place your precious little ass right on the edge of the couch cushion. That's a girl. Now spread your legs nice and wide. Rebecca, my sweet, would you please bury your tongue inside this luscious cunt and lick and suck it until lovely Crissy comes again on your mouth and face?" Damn! I didn't have to ask her twice. She dropped down on her knees and dove into Crissy. Crissy rolled her head back and began moaning instantly. Before helping as much as I could by sucking on Crissy's nipples, I told Rebecca that I expected to be able to lick a lot of Crissy-cream off of her face after Crissy orgasmed. That seemed to help them both. Crissy came in about 3 or 4 minutes. She bucked all over the couch. Rebecca was a real trooper and hung on to that spasming cunt until Crissy calmed down. Rebecca was beautifully messy. I got down on the floor next to her and cleaned up her face for her while also exploring her splendid body with my free hand (the other was supporting me.) Then I leaned back and said to Rebecca, "Would you please sit on the couch next to our sweet Crissy and place your succulent ass right at the edge of the cushion, right here by my face?" To give her credit, she tried to be as graceful as she thought she should be, I'm sure. But this girl wanted head badly. Probably she wanted Crissy between her steaming legs more than she wanted me there. But I knew best. I was certain she could come again. Hell, she was quivering with excitement. But her best bet for a third come was if Crissy went at her last. That I knew for certain. So she stood up, sort of tripped on Crissy's feet, stepped on my right hand, and plopped instead of sat. But then, she demurely moved her body so that her pussy slid right out to my lips. Part 3 - Chapter III I was just as determined to make this special for Rebecca as I had been the first time with Crissy. Crissy was already alternately sucking Rebecca's nipples and kissing her. She had gotten on her knees on the couch and was leaning over Rebecca with easy access to her mouth and nipples. That meant that her ass was also sticking up in the air near me. Accident? I think so, but I'm not sure, and I haven't asked Crissy yet. First, though I gave my full concentration to Rebecca. In a bit I would also reach over and play with Crissy's ass. Rebecca shaved her pussy. Not clean, you understand, but she shaved a bikini edge. I'm not a fan of clean shaven cunts. I like hair. But I do like 'neat' hair. Not growing wild, and not all over the area. Both girls were my kind of girls in that department. The first difference I noticed when I looked at Rebecca's quim from this close was that her inner lips didn't protrude. Her outer lips closed completely over the inner pair. Not unusual, but not real common, either. At my first tentative lick of her sweet crevice, Rebecca's pussy opened like the proverbial flower. No kidding. It was like my little lick had triggered some button and opened the portal. She was wet inside. Hell, she'd come once already in her bedroom before they came here. So I don't know why she didn't open as soon as she spread her legs for me, but that's what happened. Her fragrance was pure woman, with a touch of some soap added, and the (in my never humble opinion) distinct scent/flavor of a woman who has come. Teasing her lips with little tiny touches was driving her wild. She grabbed for my head any number of times and then forgot to hang on because I would hit this sweet spot or that sweet spot. She creamed profusely. That I really liked. There is a gal on the Internet named Bernadette who can fill a shot glass in about 5 minutes with her golden cream. I'm not sure that Rebecca could do that, but maybe with more high excitation practice she could. I'd certainly be willing to help her. By now she was very close to coming. Her cunt was spasming, her stomach muscles looked like a washboard, and she was non-stop moaning and mumbling. Crissy, also, was getting quite excited. I was helping by playing with her pussy and her ass hole. I decided that Rebecca needed to get this come over with so she would still maybe be able to come again, not be passed out. So I brought my hands back to her pussy, opened her lips at the top and pushed up a bit. This left her clit sitting there all alone, with no lips and no hair to protect it from my coming onslaught. Making my lips very wet, I placed them around her clit and gently sucked it up between my lips. She reacted immediately by beginning to thrash around. Then I alternately pushed her clit back out and drew it back in between my lips like a little cock. She started coming. Her legs clasped me in a death grip, her hands were pulling my hair. Her hip action was rubbing her cunt up and down my face. Crissy was kissing her, which did nothing to stop Rebecca's moans, but it was beautiful for me to see. When Rebecca finally calmed down some, she looked at me and said, "I truly didn't believe her. Not only was that the best orgasm I've ever had, but I came twice in a couple of hours. I'm wasted." With that, she kissed Crissy again, then leaned down to kiss me and then licked my face of her cream. Crissy sat down beside her friend, I stayed on the floor and looked at both of them. Finally I thought that the time was right. Rebecca had come about 4 minutes ago. She should still be up enough to come again if there was enough excitement. Seeing Crissy's face between her legs should provide that excitement. Then I had another idea in mind to help things Rebecca-wise, along. Then to take care of my sweet Crissy, who was being so patient. Part 3 - Chapter IV I pulled Crissy down onto the floor with me. I whispered to her for a bit, then I went up to sit beside Rebecca for a minute. "You want to look down and see Crissy feasting on your sex, don't you, Rebecca" "You know I do, George." "And if she was tonguing you and I was under her ass, sucking on her cunt at the same time, would you like that?" "Oh, yes. You licking her pussy while she licks mine. God. I'm getting hot again." I motioned for Crissy to start licking her lover while I sucked on Rebecca's fabulous nipples. Wow. What a treat to have a nipple almost the size of my little finger tip. And hard again in a flash. Looking down at Crissy, who after a tentative start, was in there sucking cunt, I made my next move. I stood up and undressed so as to entertain Rebecca, if she chose to watch. She did, and played with her own tits as I stripped. I don't mean that I "stripped". Just that I faced her and went sort of slowly. When I was down to my shorts, it was clear that I was excited. My cut cock was trying to push out my shorts. I moved up on the couch, on my knees, next to Rebecca. Her eyes were glued to the bulge in my shorts. She was moaning and making little humping motions against Crissy's face. Crissy was sucking and licking like a trooper. I pushed my hips closer to Rebecca's face. My hands were on my hips. She got the message. She reached over and tried to pull my shorts down. Of course that wasn't easy with a full erection. She at least knew that she needed to reach in and move my hardening cock to the side in order to get my shorts down. As soon as her hand surrounded my hot dick she shuddered. Maybe a mini-orgasm. Anyway, she pulled my shorts down with one hand while watching my cock appear, in her hand. She moved both hands around it and my balls. I told her to watch me, and to play with her precious nipples. I stroked myself a few times and knew I could come quickly. That's what I needed right now. I wanted to add to Rebecca's pleasure, and get my Crissy off, but me first. I spit in my hand and stroked again. Rebecca was watching as if I was counting hundred dollar bills to give her. I stroked again and again. There it was. I was right on the edge. I held most of my hand still and just moved my index fingertip in little movements just under the crown of my cock where the seam is, and my orgasm started. I don't squirt across rooms, but I put a respectable amount of come on Rebecca's chest and hands. She started moaning more, tightening up her abdominal muscles just like she had earlier, before she came. She was massaging my come onto her boobs and nipples as I got off of the couch, kissed Crissy on top of her head, and lay down behind her sweet ass. As I slid under Crissy, she lifted enough to let me get my mouth on her cunt. She started coming before I really got started. But I tried my best to help her have a long, long orgasm. I guess the final sight of me under Crissy's ass, and Crissy spasming through her own orgasm helped push Rebecca over her final hurdle, cause she started coming within seconds of Crissy. I'm sure that Crissy couldn't have truly concentrated on Rebecca's orgasm when she was having her own, but every one seemed to be pleased, worn out, and happy. I sure as hell was. My only difficulty was that I still had to find a way to stop running the risk of having Crissy, and now Rebecca, over to my house. That was a real problem. But this one last time...I could die a very happy man right now. Only Great Caesar's Ghost knows what the future holds, but for my part, I could check out now. Well... after I take them back home. Then I can check out. NOT! --- THE END --- If you're interested to see the story that caused me to want to write this one, look for At Risk With Lena, by J Edwins, probably on this very same site. 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