| Hunger, Chapter 3 They looked at each other in disbelief; the girl who was trying to look older and the one who was trying to look younger than her years. Rebecca couldn't believe that they would send anyone so young. It couldn't be legal. The girl in the doorway looked like one of her classmates. In fact there was something familiar about her face. Her blonde shoulder length hair did have red highlights but she'd asked for a redhead. The dress with a wild geometric pattern that the young woman from the escort service wore looked expensive. A large bag almost too big to be a purse hung from her shoulder. The young woman standing the hall took her PDA from the convenient holster threaded onto the shoulder strap of her bag and began scrolling through her messages. Rebecca deduced what she was up to, "You're in the right place ... you're Jodie ... right?" The stunning little blonde looked up from the text message she'd been reviewing, "You're not Missus Winston," she said firmly. "I'm Miss Winston," Becky countered. "Are you the one who called ... is there anyone else here? A grown up?" "No but—" "You're too young," Jodie said flatly and started to turn away. "Wait ... wait," Rebecca said urgently. "Can't you just come inside so we can talk?" The Call Girl looked at her supposed client with suspicion on her face, but then entered the owner's suite. Inside with the door closed, Jodie turned toward Rebecca and again assessed her age to be no more than fifteen. "I ... I need help," Becky was embarrassed that it came out in a sob. "I've been touching myself but I ... I don't think that I'm doing it right. And lately I'm so attracted to women I think I could be ... uh, maybe I'm a lesbian," the teenager wished her eyes hadn't flooded. "I just need someone to help me ... help me understand," Miss Winston sighed. The Call Girl's expression was still one of mistrust and reservation. She'd wanted to be a teacher; studied sciences at UNLV and qualified for teacher training. She'd even started it, done about half of the practicum, before the lure of the big bucks and her overactive libido had persuaded her to change course. She got the state adult entertainer license that she needed to follow in her sister's foot steps. "I could loose my license for doing this," the Call Girl said—mostly to herself. "We don't have to do anything ... uh ... uh you don't even have to uh, touch me," Becky whimpered. "If you could just show me ... teach me." Teach me, the words echoed in Jodie's head. She knew that one day she'd return to the career she'd gone to university for. Adult entertainment was a game for the young. If her sister's experience was any indication she had ten more years at best. Sure she'd have a tidy nest egg by then, but she realized that the price she was paying for the wealth was her humanity. Jodie could feel her ability to empathize and respect her fellow man was being eroded on a daily basis. She was becoming hard hearted. It was like a wall she built around herself that became thicker with the passage of time. Jodie's professional insulation began to crack. She didn't fight it. The twenty-something was secretly glad that there was enough left of her compassion that she could be moved by the teenager's plight. It wasn't that long ago she was in the same situation. It did seem like an eternity in terms of life experience though. Still she could relate. 'If it hadn't been for Kelly I might have been in this predicament. I was just lucky to have an older sister to show me the ropes. This poor girl has no one she can turn to.' "Okay ... we can have a sort of counseling session," the Call Girl relented. As soon as she'd said it both young women felt huge exhilaration for different reasons. Becky, because she now had someone who could tutor her; even if her teacher looked more like a pupil. And Jodie, because she preferred the company of women but couldn't always get it. She would get the same pay as if she was being mauled by some fat sweaty card player. "Okay honey let's go to your bedroom and see if we can figure out where you're going wrong," the Call Girl put her arm around the teenaged heiress and Becky lead the way. She realized that her specification for height had been met as the tutor's soft round boobie mashed against her shoulder. Being only four foot ten most adult women towered over her but the too young looking blonde was just the right height. "Take your panties off," Jodie instructed. "I'm not wearing any," Becky responded with a girlish giggle. The Call Girl gave her a look of mock disapproval and then said, "Alright ... just hop up on the bed and show me how you do it." Rebecca's stomach turned over at the same time as her tutor's words seemed to impact directly on her cookie. She really wanted to learn how to get past the achy feeling and she knew—or at least was pretty sure—that there was something glorious just beyond it. She had not, however, considered the steps it would take to get there. This young woman—a stranger—was telling her to get up on the bed and masturbate while she watched. Rebecca blushed profusely and felt dizzy as the wave of modesty hit her. She froze. Jodie waited for a few seconds before putting her arm around the teen again. "You want me to help you... ? Don't you?" the curvy blonde asked. Becky nodded with the 'deer in the headlights' look. "Then come on, let me help," she said guiding her pupil toward the bed aware of the stiffness and some light shaking. "Would it be easier if I took my panties off too?" Jodie offered. Becky nodded—eyes still wide. Reaching up under her dress the blonde slipped the white lacy thong down her shapely legs and deftly threaded them over her strappy sandals. Sill holding her miniscule panties, she raised the front of her skirt to display her completely hairless womanhood. "There ... see, we're just the same," the older woman comforted drawing her free hand over the bald mons. A tremendous wave of tingling heat rushed through the nervous teen as the Call Girl displayed her wares. In theory maybe they were just the same but she knew even without having done the self examination that she didn't have the deep pink folds protruding down the center of her crease. When Jody pulled on the fleshiness of her vulva the pink folds seemed to open like flower petals. The older woman's pussy fascinated her but then the Call Girl dropped her skirt covering her cashbox and said, "Okay sweets ... now let me see yours." Rebecca started to lift her dress but Jodie stopped her. "No, no honey up on the bed," the blonde took her elbow and applied some lift. The young heiress allowed herself to be assisted up onto the bed, with back resting against the pillows bolstered by the headboard. Becky's legs were stretched out on the bed and Jodie sat at her feet, stroking the girl's lower leg in a soothing gesture. Sitting on the side, near the foot of the high bed, the Call Girl's feet didn't reach the floor. Jodie's soothing stroke with one hand on the outside of Rebecca's calf, became two hands stroking up and down the insides of her calves reaching the young girl's knees at one end of their travel. The girl leaning against the headboard was aware that the stroking had outward pressure, encouraging her precociously developed teenaged legs to part. Nothing was said in those moments. Jodie continued to run her hands up and down the insides of her client's legs going an inch higher with each stroke. Rebecca took in the compassionate look on her hired tutor's face and realized where she knew the face from. 'She looks like a younger version of the woman who drove us from the airport ... they must be related.' The leg caress and the pause to catch her breath were causing the nervous tension and attack of modesty to subside. Jodie felt the stiffness going out of the girl's legs. Each stroke now reached the teen's mid thigh and the Call Girl had managed to encourage the youngster's knees quite wide even though her feet remained fairly close together. It was like a frog leg position. At the top of each stroke the blonde tutor's hands slipped under the hem of Becky's sundress and pushed the bottom of the skirt a little higher. "Show me how you do it ... how you touch yourself. I know I can help you," she whispered looking into Rebecca's eyes. Her pupil did not respond immediately. There was still clearly reluctance and trepidation in the teenager's eyes but Jodie recognized the glimmer of sexual need underneath it all. "Lift this up and show me that pretty pussy of yours," Jodie sighed softly, flicking the hem of the girl's sundress with her fingers for emphasis. With shaky hands Rebecca raised the dress up until the hem was across her hips. "A little higher honey ... I can't see," Jodie helped by pulling the bottom of the skirt up to the girl's navel. The whole of the plump clam shell thirteen year old vulva was now in view. Something like an electrical pulse hit Jodie right between the legs and she squirmed a bit on the bedspread. Her nipples started to tingle and she knew that they were stiffening inside her sheer lacy bra. Her body's most surprising response was the sudden excess of saliva. 'When have I ever been this close to a bare pussy this young?' she knew the answer to the question was never. It did bring to mind the fact that it was about at this age that she'd cornered her sister and practically forced Kelly to educate her. Jodie was still living at home and got wind of her independently living sister's main source of income. Sex lessons were the price to be paid to keep it from mom and dad. She'd heard the term split peach used to describe a vulva but while Rebecca's very much resembled a peach it wasn't split. The crease down the middle framed by the downy light brown hair offered no hint of the treasures inside. "Show me how you play with yourself," Jodie croaked; surprised at how hoarse she sounded. The Call Girl gulped down her plentiful spit hoping to free up her vocal chords as the teenager's hand cupped her plump mons and outer labia. "I just kind of squeeze it and sorta rub it back and forth like this," the teenager said dreamily as she demonstrated. A mild hum had started up in Jodie's crotch as she watched the girl's little fingers mash and mold her pliable vulva. Back and forth wiggling turned into around and around. "Sometimes I sorta go up and ... and ... ugh, down right in the ... the middle," the last few words were faint as though Becky didn't have enough air to finish the description. The teacher could feel her own vulva swelling as she watched her pupil review the lessons she'd learned up to date—and all on her own. Jodie squirmed her ass into the bed trying to staunch the rising tingle that was now making her coochie twitch. "Don't you ever put your finger inside; I mean just a little to touch your clit?" The puzzled, almost shocked look on the girl's face told the whole story. 'That's a word the maid used, ' Rebecca recalled not understanding it then either. "Do you know where your clit is?" Jodie pressed. The only response was the same bewildered facial expression. It shouldn't have been amazing but the Call Girl was amazed nevertheless, "Do you know what your clit is?" This time she got an embarrassed negative shake of the head. "Do you know anything about your puss—your genitals?" Rebecca shook her head again and thought, 'if daddy hadn't taken me out of the convent school I'm pretty sure that Sister Eloise would have shown me—and taught me.' She realized that it didn't matter now. If she hadn't been caught kissing Emily in the common room, Emily would probably have shown her a thing or two as well—water under the bridge. The kissing incident with her classmate had brought her to this place, and she had created this opportunity. No one was going to take it away this time. The embarrassment that she'd felt exposing herself to the woman she'd hired had all but vanished. Rubbing and squeezing her pussy for demonstration purposes had left her with a very warm electric glow. It was the glow would eventually start sending out sparks from between her legs, and the sparks would create the pressure that became the aching. The aching of non-fulfillment—the impasse she could never conquer. "I think we're going to need a little anatomy lesson here," Jodie concluded and swung her legs up on to the bed. She pulled her dress up and of course it fell right back down. In a smooth, not exactly practiced, but very familiar motion the Call Girl stripped the expensive print dress over her head and tossed it carelessly on the far side of the bed. Becky, who was still clutching her girlhood, wasn't sure if she'd kept her hand there out of modesty or if she was still playing with herself. Now, as she was treated to a display of the blonde's gorgeous body covered only by the sheer lace brassiere, she knew that it was the latter. When she squeezed her fleshy vulva this time the moisture leaked out and coated her fingers. Waves of heat were rising up from her belly as she studied her teacher's thinly veiled tits. Becky decided that Jodie's boobies were bigger than any grapefruit she'd ever seen but not as big as melons—not quite as big as her mom's. They stood out perfect and round with the support of the bra and the jilling teen could make out the Call Girl's large pink areolas through the gauzy material. Each of the soda can sized circles sported a darker button in the center that pushed against the closely woven pattern in the tight fabric. Jodie realized that her client's attention was focused on her bust. "Do you like my titties?" she asked reaching up behind to unfasten her bra. Rebecca wasn't aware that she gasped but Jodie didn't miss it as the nearly transparent material was peeled off. She dropped her lingerie beside her and hoisted and squeezed her girls who were delighted to be out of captivity. Then she let gravity take over and they sagged down slightly under their own weight, but youthful firmness retained the beautiful round shape. "All natural," the Call Girl needlessly informed her client as she tantalized herself by running her fingernails along their underside. The stimulation made her areolas pucker and deepen in color. The young nipples were forced out even further, projecting like a dark pink finger tip. Rebecca squeezed her cookie again and this time everything was coated in the slippery juice. The aching that she could never quite localize had begun and she hoped her teacher would get on with the lesson soon—before it got any worse. Jodie was starting to feel urgency as well. She gave her tits one last big squeeze trying to take some of the tension out of her nipples. Then she drew her feet up and got into the same frog legged position that the teenager was in, except at the opposite end of the bed. Their toes and part of each foot were touching. Becky looked at the glistening pink butterfly shape between the Call Girl's legs and her girlhood spasmed. "The outside ... the big lips are called the labia majora," the naked blonde explained and drew her hands up just inside her groin allowing the finger tips to graze over her shaved silky smoothness. "Yours are bigger and sort of fatter than mine so they close everything else inside." "And these are my labia minora," Jodie continued trailing her finger tips over her widely spread slippery wings. "Mine are a bit bigger so they stick out ... but that's okay," she hastened to add. "There are all kinds of shapes and appearances ... which is what makes pussies so much more interesting than cocks." The teacher was being careful not to stoke her flaps to much, lest she completely loose her professionalism. It was all about the client's needs and the client's pleasure; not hers. "Right up at the top, is what I was talking about before. This is my clitoris," indicating the clitoral hood where her engorged inner lips met. Becky hadn't really been paying much attention to the cone shaped structure at the top of her teacher's wide open gash; but now that her attention had been drawn to it she was mesmerized. "Well this isn't actually my clit," the teacher qualified. "This is actually a flap of skin that protects it called the hood." Jodie was glad that her finger had picked up some juice from her lips so it wasn't dry as she ran it gingerly over her prepuce. Becky sat there enraptured and frog legged severely tempted to squeeze her coochie again. 'That always just makes it worse, ' she admonished herself, but couldn't resist massaging the sticky slipperiness around her throbbing slit. The teacher took a deep breath in preparation for the next and final part of the lesson. Pressing a little harder about halfway up her long hood, Jodie could feel her rapid pulse in the root. She had to clench her teeth against the nearly overwhelming sensation as she said, "If I pull up on it a bit ... ugh, my ... my ... ugh, clit will ... will pop out." As her glans clitoris emerged she had to close her eyes as if the sense of sight would put her sensory system into overload. She felt her nipples begin to burn and knew that they were glass cutting hard. The jelly bean sized glans was amazingly pale compared to the surrounding tissue of her vulva considering its engorgement. The teenager stared at the never before imagined structure and wondered if she had one. For Jodie, pulling the hood back was the worst part—or actually the best part, but not if you needed to maintain control. She was pushing pretty firmly on the root of her clit and could feel her pulse pounding under her finger tip. Now that her pleasure center was as exposed as it could be she could bear it—so long as nothing touched the hypersensitive nubbin. The teacher held her instructive pose for several seconds before taking her finger away from her womanhood with a long exhaled sigh. A few deep breaths later Jodie was ready to continue, "You ... uh, most women need stimulation of their clitoris to achieve orgasm. Some women like hard and fast rubbing some like slow and gentle ... some can hardly stand to have their clit touched at all except through the hood," the Call Girl explained from personal experience. "So why don't we take a look at yours?" Jodie suggested. She brought her knees together and tucked her feet under her bottom feeling the squishiness spread from her vulva to her upper thighs. Kneeling on the bed in front of her under-aged client she put her hand on Becky's shielding hand. "Can I have a look?" she asked tenderly tugging on the teenager's arm. Even though she'd seen the milky moisture on the Call Girl's sex, Rebecca was embarrassed by the mess she had made between her legs. There was, however, only token resistance as her teacher turned examiner moved the arm away. The whole of the clam shell vulva including the mons had a distinctive pink flush; like it was blushing. It glistened wetly and the sparse little fringe of hair was barely noticeable. "Scoot your bum down a little," Jodie requested wanting more tilt in her patient's pelvis for a better view. The teenager did as she was told. Feeling her crease widen as she went and her sundress ride up and bunch up until it was now at the bottom of her ribs. She was reclining naked from the mid torso down under the Call Girl's steady gaze. Concentrating on the lesson had reduced the achy feeling a bit. It always went away on its own eventually; but when the teacher put her hand on her tummy and made very slow gentle circles the cramps were back worse than before. A little sob escaped the nearly prone teen. "Are you okay?" Jodie asked supportively. Rebecca could not get any words out so she nodded. Positioning herself between the thirteen year old's thighs she moved the girl's little feet to the outside. Her client was out of the frog-legged position and into something resembling the lithotomy position. Jodie decided that it was going to be awkward to perform the examination like this and so the naked Call Girl slid off the side of the bed and knelt on the floor. "Turn around this way Becky," she said tugging at her client until the girl was lying width ways across the bed. This was perfect. The high bed put the young heiress's girlhood right at eye level. "Put your heels up on the bed, with your knees up," the kneeling woman instructed. The supple teenaged legs achieved the position with ease. Jodie felt a couple of mild internal explosions as she viewed the young pussy from the optimum angle. The first thing that struck the kneeling Call Girl was the sweet fragrance of teenaged arousal. She had noticed her own scent as she'd been conducting the tour of her vulva but she now got a serious thrill from the unique aroma of Rebecca Winston. The glowing pinkness of the pubescent girlhood didn't seem to have diminished at all. Jodie was surprised at just how red the very narrow divide between the pudgy outer lips was. "Is it okay if I touch you?" she asked and had a brief flash of being in the doctor's office in a similarly compromised position being asked the same question. Following the protocol developed to prepare the patient for genital contact, she touched Becky's inner thighs with the backs of her hands. 'I wonder if doctors ever encounter thighs all coated in goo ... they've got gloves on ... they probably wouldn't even know, ' she wished that were true but she was at the same time sure that it wasn't. "Uh-huh ... yes," Rebecca finally responded breathlessly. It was hard to believe how hot and squishy the teen's outer lips were as she gently pried them apart. As the small inner labia came into view the girl's full fragrance filled the kneeling woman's nostrils and there was an intoxicating quality to it. The inner lips were small and thin. Even as wide as she'd opened the gooey crease with one thumb on each side, she still couldn't see the introitus. Rebecca moaned and Jodie felt her own pussy twitch. She had a pretty good idea of what the youngster was experiencing. "Honey ... I need to go a little deeper ... okay?" she asked for permission, but didn't wait for it to be granted. Now she held each half of the plump vulva between the thumb and fingers of each hand and opened her client wide. The slippery squish flesh was hard to hold but oh so thrilling. Jodie's eyes followed the razor thin lips to their apex and two things struck her at once. The first was that she didn't think the girl's clitoral hood could be a darker shade of pink than her labia but it was. The second thing was that Rebecca had the smallest clit she'd ever seen. 'I may have seen one that small before but nothing smaller ... that's for sure' "Oh honey it's really small," as soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted saying them. The girl on the bed had been sailing in a sea of erotic sensation; riding warm waves and feeling as though she had crossed a previously un-penetrated boundary. She was feeling like relief of the pressure and crampy ache was within reach. The words that came from her hired sex instructor hit her like a cold bucket of water. 'Oh God ... Oh my God ... I'm deformed ... I'll never have a climax, ' the horrifically gloomy conclusion started her sobbing. "No, no honey it's okay ... it's okay," the Call Girl tried to reassure after her insensitive observation. Climbing up on the bed beside the weeping girl she cuddled the teenagers face to her cushy bosom. "Shhh ... Shhhh..." she cradled the teen. "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said that," she cooed stroking Becky's hair. "Remember I said vulvas come in all shapes and sizes ... well so do clits ... but they all work the same." Encouraged by the teen's decrease in sobs Jodie pressed on. "It's easy to see that you have great blood flow down there and you've got the same number of nerve endings as every other woman. It's just that yours are in a smaller package. It might explain how you didn't find it on your own though." Becky had stopped crying but the tears were still trickling into her ears. "I have something that I think will help. Would you like to try it?" For a moment Rebecca was stunned by the question. Her one and only sexual advisor didn't really need to ask. The stressed teen nodded her approval. The older woman slid off the bed and retrieved her large shoulder bag. Out of the oversized purse she removed a little zippered case and laid it open. Becky didn't know what to expect but she visualized anyway. What she saw under the straps on the sides of the case was unlike anything she'd ever imagined. The case contained various sizes of clear plastic cylinders. The girl watched as her sex tutor removed the smallest cylinder and from another compartment took a device with a little piece of tubing attached. It was purely fear of the unknown that made the prone girl whimper. "You're going to love this," her teacher promised with a wink and then she was back on the floor between the heiress's legs. "Sweetie I need you to help me a little here. I want you to pull up on your pussy as much as you can." Rebecca's trembling fingers squished into the hot sponginess of her swollen girlhood and pulled as instructed. She shivered as her most intimate parts were thoroughly exposed to the older woman that she'd known for about an hour. When the tiny hood retracted Jodie thought the girl's clit looked not much bigger than a grain of rice. She centered the mini vacuum tube over it and started the suction pump. Immediately the clitoris and surrounding tissue began to be pulled into the clear cylinder. Becky felt the tugging which was starting to get really hot. "Ohhhh ... ahhhhh..." the youngster wailed at the unique sensation. "Hang-in honey, it takes a minute to really get going." Rebecca wasn't sure what she meant by 'really get going' because as far as she was concerned it was already really going. It wasn't like when she played with herself; when she strummed her kitty. It was like a part of her was being pulled out. A part she didn't even know she had until a few minutes ago. The part that she now knew was called her clit felt extremely swollen and delicate. It was pulsating and at the same time sending tantalizing pleasure signals but they were muted. Jodie watched the teeny love button grow and expanded under the suction pressure. The hood, of course, was pulled into the chamber along with the glans but the glans seemed to expand so much more. The Call Girl knew that it was simple physics. The reduced air pressure on the outside made the blood pressure on the inside expand the tissue which made room for more blood and stretched the epidermis thinner and thinner, making the nerve endings that much closer to the surface; not to mention under an abnormal amount of pressure increasing sensitivity. The miniature pleasure organ reached the size of a baby's finger. Jodie knew very well that you could go too far with this kind of sex toy. She turned off the vacuum pump, and then cracked open the release valve. It was funny because the little girl's love button was now about the size hers got when she was fully stimulated, but without suction. The tugging feeling stopped but Becky could feel how swollen her girl cock had become. The tingling and buzzing feelings were very pleasurable but mild. The kneeling sex teacher removed the little vacuum bell. She'd had it done to her enough times and even done it to herself a few times to know what the teenager was going to feel next. When the pressure of normal air and air movement came onto the hyper-engorged glans sensitivity went through the roof. It was burning, it was tingling, it was humming and twitching all at the same time. Jodie anticipated her pupil's next move and intercepted the teenager's hands on their way to do something about the mind blowing sensations that were beginning to overwhelm her. Becky really didn't know what she was going to do when she reached the source of the sensations but she just had to touch it or grab it or something. The teenager screamed when her attempt to deal with the unimaginable feelings was thwarted. She began to thrash and the violent body movements just intensified the whole experience. The bitch was holding her hands and Rebecca thought that she might loose her mind. Gasping and writhing it was unbearable and yet it was heavenly. Holding the teen's tiny hands as she jerked convulsively, Jodie watched the pleasure button gradually shrinking back toward its normal size. It was actually quite a slow process. Experience told her that somewhere just before the halfway mark was ideal. Judging the moment Jodie lowered her face and took the shrinking glans in her mouth. Simultaneously she released the girl's hands and wrapped her arms around the slender teenaged thighs. She knew grip was everything just like a rodeo cowboy. She didn't suck the hard worked little glans she just rolled the hypersensitive love button with her tongue in the large pool of saliva that she'd been accumulating. She was glad the girl was pretty tiny because the enormous thrust of her hips still nearly lifted the kneeling Call Girl right off the floor. The entire world had exploded. It was like an old disaster video she'd seen where the fireworks control center caught fire and all the fireworks for the hour long display were ignited at once. She was only vaguely aware of the convulsions her body was going through. It was as if the physical movement was caused by massive and wide spread short circuits in her brain. The pleasure sensations were so intense that for seconds at a time she actually felt nothing. She would later reason that it was a defense mechanism to keep her from loosing her mind. Jodie took her mouth off her customer's pussy and relaxed her grip as the danger of the teenager bouncing herself right off the bed passed. The orgasm had lasted less than half a minute but she knew that for her client time had ceased to exist. It would be at least several minutes before the teen returned to the confines of the four dimensions and five senses. Naked and horny the gorgeous busty blonde took her toys into the bathroom to wash. |