Sabrina, Part 2

by JW

I met Megan when we were in the fourth grade. We were very typical ten year olds. Every afternoon when school let out we went to her place, sometimes to mine. We played with our dolls or watched TV. There were no home computers in the early seventies and the most sophisticated video game was Pong, which we played sometimes. Megan’s sister Abigail, Abbey, had just started high school. We so looked up to her. For the most part in those first couple of years the teenager ignored us.

By the time we reached the last year of elementary school, dolls had given way to a fascination with clothes and make up. We looked through magazines at the fashions and commented on who was hot and who wasn’t. Conversations about boys were also happening on a regular basis. I’m sure you get the picture; normal average nothing remarkable twelve year olds. In the mean time Abbey had become a high school junior and although I never actually said anything to Megan I was becoming very interested in her older sister’s development.

Sometimes when my friend was getting us a snack or in the washroom I’d sneak into Abbey’s room and look through her things. She had two underwear drawers. One had the usual cotton panties, most of them white, and very much the same as mine, just a little bigger; not very interesting. That drawer also contained her simple cotton bras which I did find worth looking at. My mom had bought me a training bra but the size of the cups on Abbey’s for some reason made me feel funny... like down in my tummy. Of course I now know that I was fascinated by the development of her breasts, and my emerging hormones made the sexual connection.

Her other underwear drawer was much more interesting. It didn’t have a lot in it, but what was there was all satin and lace. The fabric felt so wonderful in my hands I fantasized about what it would feel like on the more sensitive parts of my body. I also tried to envision Abbey wearing the lingerie and that always brought the crampy sort of tingle between my legs as well. Sometimes I’d lift up my top and rub the soft slippery material against my belly which invariably gave me a little head rush. I felt safe sneaking around Abbey’s room because she was always late coming home. She was on the cheerleading squad and played a couple of sports so many days I’d gone home for dinner before she arrived.

In the summer time, as you’d expect, Megan and I were together nearly every day. Whoever got finished breakfast first would just head over to the other’s house. One day that summer between elementary school and middle school when I knocked on the door I was surprised that it was Abbey who answered it.

“Didn’t she tell you she was going shopping today?” my idol asked as I stepped into the hall.

“No” I answered trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

“Yeah, mom decided it was time to get the back to school wardrobe together before everything is picked over, and you gotta fight your way through the throng for a shot at what’s left.” I started to leave wondering what I was going to do with myself when Abbey stopped me. “Come on in anyway pipsqueak, there’s something I wanna talk to you about.” My friend’s sixteen year old sister started walking away. That’s when I noticed how she was dressed; or not. She had on a short robe that covered her butt and not much more. It was blue and thin like a fake silk material. My stomach did a back flip as I watched her ass wiggle down the hall in front of me. I just stood there mesmerized. “Are you coming?” she called back over her shoulder. I was jolted out of my reverie and scurried after her.

In the seconds that it took to reach her room I puzzled over what she would want to talk to me about. She didn’t completely ignore her sister and me anymore but the exchanges we had were all pragmatic. Up to that point our relationship was pretty cold.

Abigail sat on her bed as soon as she entered her room. “Have a seat” she suggested and I thought ‘Whoa this maybe serious.’ I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to join her in the bed, and there was a chair facing, so I sat on it even though it was strewn with clothes. With my idol now seated the tiny gown rode up her thighs and it couldn’t have been more than an inch or two from revealing the magnificence of her blossoming girlhood. The feeling in my belly had become a constant rumble now. Part of it I knew was nervousness but the other part was very much like the feelings I got when I pawed through her underwear. I became aware of the passage of time. It was probably only seconds but it seemed longer. She hadn’t said anything. When I raised my eyes to look at her beautiful face framed by the under- turned shoulder length blonde hair I realized just how intently I had been staring at her crotch.

That was the first time I ever saw that look and I instinctively knew what it meant. “You’ve been going through my things” she finally said. ‘BUSTED’ I thought and my stomach did flips and then tighten up, my eyes downcast in shame and embarrassment. I sat looking at the floor trying to figure out what to say. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that she didn’t sound that pissed. I forced my eyes, which were threatening to overflow, back up to her face. I was relieved to see that she wasn’t scowling. “Why did you do it?” she said softly.

“I... well... I really look up to you, uh... you know... admire you... and I just wanted to see what, uh... you know... you wear, um... underneath” I explained haltingly.

“And what did you think?” she asked calmly

“Uh... you have really nice things” my embarrassment forced my eyes to the floor again.

“So why did you need to come back a bunch of times?” ‘Oh my God’ I thought ‘she’s known about my spying for a while.’

“They, uh, felt so nice, um... in my hands... uh I just... you know... liked to touch them.” I wasn’t going to tell her about rubbing them on my tummy.

“Did you try any of them on?” the question hit me like a hammer. I would never have had the nerve to do any such thing and the suggestion shocked me so much that I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. “I’m gonna take that for a no” she said recognizing my stupefaction. “Would you like to?” the offer sent my head spinning. Several thoughts occurred simultaneously, they collided over lapped and conflicted with each other. The first reaction was a thrill at the thought of having the silky material in contact with my bum and my, uh... and not just any silky material but panties that my idol had worn; had up against her uh... The thrill was pushed aside by a self-deprecating feeling of unworthiness. That sobering thought in turn was replaced by the recognition that she’d made the offer. ‘If I say no will she be hurt... think I’m ungrateful?’ that was the clincher. I nodded tentatively.

My best friend’s older sister was smiling broadly as she got up and crossed the room to her dresser. “Take your stuff off” she said matter of factly as she opened Pandora’s Box. It hadn’t crossed my mind that I’d have to get undressed to accomplish the task. Suddenly a tremendous amount of heat was present in my pelvis. I, like most pubescent girls, was very shy and self conscious about my rapidly changing body. The thought of getting naked in front of what I viewed as feminine perfection was affecting me in ways I could not understand. As hot as I was I was frozen to the chair.

“Come on” my host admonished and threw a pale lavender bra and panty set on the unmade bed. She gripped the bottom of my T shirt and started to pull up. I guess the look on my face said it all. “It’s OK honey” she encouraged, “no need to be shy around me.” I did so want to please her and still had the residual guilt feelings at having invaded her privacy. I resigned myself to the embarrassing process and raised my arms to facilitate the removal of my top. The training bra was for dress-up special occasions so when the neck of the cotton top ruffled through my short auburn hair I stood naked from the waist up. The plump reddish brown nipples on the top of my tangerine sized boobs started to pucker and stick out. They did that more and more lately and they also tingled.

Abbey didn’t spend much time looking at them she sat back on the edge of her bed and began to work the button and zipper on my shorts. When she let go they fell around my ankles. A new source of discomfort came into view. My faded pink briefs had little puppy dogs on them. The contrast between the childish panties I was wearing and the purple lingerie waiting for me on the bed could scarcely have been more startling. I thought I detected a tremble in her hands as she took hold of the waist elastic and started to pull my underpants down. When she reached my calf she said “step out sweetie”. I raised one foot after the other. My shorts took the flip-flops off my feet and I pulled up high enough to clear the leg hole of the pink panties; I was naked.

Abbey straightened up and gave me a head to toe scan. I closed my eyes and hoped I wouldn’t cry from the embarrassment. “You’re beautiful” she said in what sounded like sincere appreciation. My heart went soaring and the tingling in my nips had spread to my whole breast. My tummy had quieted quite a bit but the warm glow in my pelvis was even warmer. I noticed my host still had my underwear in her hand and was looking at them very closely. At least I thought she was looking at them. She brought the cotton knickers closer and closer to her face. To me it seemed like slow motion but I don’t think it actually took as long as it seemed before she was pressing them to her face. For some reason the idea that she was sniffing my panties sent a shudder through me. Abbey sat there for a few more seconds inhaling my sent before she put the pink puppy dog print cotton drawers on the bed and picked up the silky pale lavender bikinis. Holding the panties open below my knees I got the message without a prompt this time and stepped into the leg holes.

My best friend’s big sister pulled the fabulous feeling material up over my hips and sort of wiggled it into position. The bikinis were a little baggy on me but wherever the satiny feeling material made contact with my skin it felt heavenly, even better than I had imagined. Next my host hung the bra on me and that’s about the best you could say ‘cause it was too big in every way. She positioned the cups over my tangerines as best she could and inserted the single ‘Z’ fastener through the loop on the opposite side of the back strap. I think it was fortunate that I couldn’t see myself because it probably looked ridiculous.

Abbey started running her hands all over my hips and bum. The slippery material felt cool on my sensitive skin. After she’d caressed every inch of my pelvis she stood up and ran her tongue over my lips. Her tongue was sweet and minty. I think she had showered and brushed her teeth just before I came. Her tongue was trying to pry my lips apart but I didn’t understand. Then Abbey’s very soft lips covered my whole mouth and started sort of sucking. I knew this would be called a kiss but it was certainly unlike any kiss I had ever imagined. Her tongue was pushing against my teeth and when it found a gap, forced its way inside my mouth and began exploring, working from my cheeks to the bottom and back to the top. My own tongue couldn’t avoid hers and soon they began to sort of dance, working over and around each other. Abbey sucked harder on my lips.

I felt her hand slide under the very loose waistband of the lavender panties. Her fingers were gently stroking through the soft fuzzy hair that had only started growing a couple of months ago. She ran her finger tip from the bottom to the top of my crease and slid her mouth off mine, trailing saliva across my cheek. I could feel her finger wiggling its way between my folds as her tongue did a hot wet circuit of my ear. “Do you ever touch yourself here?” she said in a breathy whisper; “I mean play with it.” I was having trouble focusing on her words because her finger had penetrated my outer defenses and I was amazed at how slippery it felt when she moved her finger all around my secret opening. I said “No” but it came out so softly that I barely heard it myself.

She slid her tongue down the side of my neck and was licking and sucking all over my throat. When her head wasn’t in the way I could see how her robe had gaped from her movements. I saw two round full grapefruits dangling and jiggling inside her blue silky gown. Each of the large pink circles on top of the orbs had a little peg sticking out of it. “It feels wonderful doesn’t it?” that was the understatement of my life. The heat I had been feeling in my pelvis before she even touched me had turned into an inferno. I felt pressure kinda like I had to pee really badly but it was different. I knew I didn’t have to pee but there was a steady build up of pressure like something had to come out. “It feels really nice on your hand too” she sighed into my neck. “Would you like to feel mine?”

Abbey didn’t wait for an answer. With her free hand she took hold of my wrist and guided my little hand between her legs. She pressed my hand harder against her girlhood and I felt her spongy soft wetness separating under the pressure. She was right it did feel amazing. “Stroke it... like I’m doing to yours” she commanded. I ran my finger up and down her slit feeling the lips separate and rub against the side of my probing digit. My best friend’s sister slid her finger to the top of my pussy and started rubbing something that felt like a little lump. As soon as she made contact with my unexplored love button the heat that had been concentrated in my pelvis started to spread out in waves. I slid my finger up to the top of her slit and found her pleasure center.

“Ahhggrr..” she wailed “ that’s it rub it faster” I moved my finger, hand and wrist as fast as I could keeping pressure on the nub of flesh, while she did the same to me. Suddenly there was a massive wave of heat and something like an electric shock. The wave seemed to release all the pressure that had been building and I was floating away. My hips reflexively hunched and my thighs tried to capture her hand as the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed me. At almost the same moment I felt Abbey’s hips thrust toward me and I think she screamed. I couldn’t be sure because I think I was screaming too. My girlfriend pulled me with her when she fell backward onto the bed.

I was aware that we were both panting like we’d just run a marathon, but the realization was vague. Ever smaller ripples of pleasure were giving way to a feeling of deep contentment. In my dazed state I was still able to see Abbey licking and sucking the fingers that she had so skillfully applied to my girlhood. I’d copied everything else she’d done, why not that? Pulling my hand from between her legs I sampled her nectar, hesitantly at first. The thick juice was very mild tasting and kinda sweet. Soon I was sucking and licking my hand like a lollipop.

My mentor turned toward me and smiled. She put her hand to my mouth and drew my hand toward hers. At some level I knew I was tasting my own juices. They were very similar but I decided mine were even sweeter than hers.

Tasting my own juices... suddenly I became conscious of the fact that I WAS licking my own hand. My eyes flickered open and looking out over the yard I saw Sabrina kicking a soccer ball around. Slumped in the chair facing the patio doors I had my dressing gown up around my waist. Glancing to my right I spied the nearly empty glass of Merlot standing on the little side table. I picked it up and downed the last sip, realizing that I had transported myself back thirty-five years. I felt almost numb watching the lithe teenager next door skillfully dribbling the ball around her yard. Her back was toward me when she bent at the waist to pick up the soccer ball. The short shorts rode up exposing the bottom of her plump adolescent cheeks. I’m sure she looked backward between her knees directly at me as she retrieved the ball; then went back into her house.

“Does she know what she’s doing?” I pondered as I headed for the kitchen to refill my glass.