| Victoria and Helen, Chapter 6 I could almost hear my pussy squishing as I walked down the hall, so I rerouted to the powder room near the garage entrance to clean up. Lifting my sundress and inserting the wad of toilet tissue into my panties sent tendrils of pleasure out to every nerve. It made me want to sit on the commode and relieve the pent up feelings. I wiped the excess secretions and shivered but managed to suppress the bubbling need. Neatly folding a second handful of tissue and placing it in the crotch of my boyshorts separated my hairless vulva from the slightly uncomfortable dampness of the panty crotch. After washing my hands again it was time to put my libido on hold and get busy in the kitchen. There wasn't much more to do because I'd prepared everything and put it in the oven while Vicki was napping. I'd just finished setting the table when she came into the dining room wearing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms with playful kittens stenciled all over them. I smiled at her and searched her face for signs of remorse. What I saw in her big bright blue eyes was shy inquisitiveness—like she wanted to ask a question but either couldn't figure out how to phrase it or was too bashful to come out with it. "Can I help?" she offered and I certainly knew that wasn't the question that was weighing on her mind. "Sure honey ... you can finish setting the table while I serve up our dinner." "Are you hungry?" "Starved!" she replied emphatically placing the cutlery atop the folded napkins. Over dinner we talked about horses and horseback riding. I suggested that she probably was going to need to rest a couple of days before she went for another ride—she agreed. We talked about her aspirations for the future, what line of work she thought she'd like to pursue. Vicki told me that she was undecided but her mother really wanted her to go to college and she thought that she would. I gave her some advice on things to think about when choosing a course of study. She listened attentively and actively. By the time we were cleaning up I felt like our relationship had really blossomed. Adjourning to the living room I picked up the DVD from the shelf where Vicki put it before we'd left for the stable. I felt a warm wave pass over me as I looked at the cover. I'd seen this particular flick many times and new the plot well. I had narrowed my houseguest's selection of discs by putting some away in the bottom drawer. The majority of what was left were 'R' rated romances involving varying degrees of lesbian interaction. I had a couple of comedies and action films sprinkled in. If she'd chosen one of those it would have been disappointing; not to mention a bad sign. As if turned out the one she'd chosen had the most explicit cover. I didn't know if the producer and director of the movie had set out to make soft porn and come up short, or if they were trying to make a mainstream movie and didn't have the talent to make it commercially so they decided to overplay the sex card. Who ever did the artwork for the cover thought it was porn or at least was a proponent of the undeniable principle that sex sells. The cover showed two scantily clad, not to mention well endowed women standing in a bedroom. The blonde had a look best described as shock on her face and the redhead was reaching up behind her own back—evidently preparing to unfasten her bra. The plot involved an older confident woman (the redhead) taking a shy retiring younger woman under her wing and teaching her to be more assertive. It was all about the blonde girl developing into a confident woman. Not stuff for the Academy Awards, but the acting and dialogue weren't bad so it was entertaining. Most of the movie took place in the office where the two principal characters worked together. I was reviewing the plot in my mind as I inserted the disc. When I turned around Vicki had taken up a position on the end of the couch with her feet tucked up under butt. I took a place near the middle of the four seater sofa and pressed play. The scene with the blonde crying in the company washroom after having been chewed out by one of the bosses seemed to pique Vicki's interest. She shifted in her seat as the redhead consoled her coworker. The older woman was sort of hugging the blonde and stroking her hair while the younger actress did a reasonably convincing job of sobbing. My ward was closer now that she'd separated herself from the armrest. Without fanfare I let my arm slip around her shoulder. As the scene progressed she gradually began to lean in my direction. The scene ended and transitioned into the two lead characters saying goodbye in the parking lot and heading home. Cue the scene with superfluous semi-nudity as the younger woman arrives home and strips to get in the shower. To my satisfaction Vicki's lean now had her head resting on the front of my shoulder or the top of my torpedo shaped boob—as you prefer. I felt as opposed to heard her sigh as the actress, who quite probably got the roll because of her magnificent body, stepped naked into the shower. I tightened my arm around my houseguest's shoulder encouraging her. She snuggled closer and her head slid a bit lower on my breast; so low in fact that I could feel the heat of her breath on the outer perimeter of my exceptionally large areola. I thought it was an excellent sign that my ward squirmed a little each time the redhead physically comforted the blonde. It was even more telling that she twitched when semi nude scenes came on. I was nervous and a little embarrassed by the movie I'd chosen. I didn't fully understand why the cover affected me the way it did. Auntie Helen seemed pleased with my choice though. I really started getting into the movie when the older woman was comforting the younger one in the bathroom. She was so loving and caring; I superimposed Auntie Helen over the redhead on the screen. As if to further enhance the illusion my mother's friend and mentor had her arm around me sort of like the character on the screen. Soon I found myself just relaxing and let my head rest on her shoulder. My tummy began to churn again with those needy feelings when I realized that the blonde actress was going to undress. It came to me what it was about the DVD case that had captured my imagination. It was the woman about to take her bra off. 'I'm fascinated with boobies!' Recognizing the cause of my condition didn't explain it, but it was a step in the right direction. As the strange tight feeling grew I grasped the fact that it had never really gone away. It started yesterday when Auntie Helen had undressed me. On the horseback ride it had gotten so intense that I really thought something was going to happen—it just couldn't get any stronger—something had to give. I was wrong. When my guardian massaged my legs it was even more powerful. I was convinced that I'd have to explode but I didn't and it left this hungry incomplete feeling. It seemed to be just below the surface all the time. With any slight encouragement it bubbled to the surface as it was doing now. I tried not to make a sound when the blonde on the screen got naked but it was really hard to keep it in. I hadn't expected to actually see anything. I'd watched lots of shows where a character was getting into the bath or shower and all you saw was their head; from the shoulders up. When her entire naked body filled the huge screen on Helen's living room wall it felt as though an invisible force had grabbed me by the crotch. I jumped a little. The shift in position put my head lower on my Auntie's chest and I was suddenly very conscious of how big and soft her breast was under my head. She smelled so wonderful, fresh and feminine, and felt so warm and comforting. I remembered when I was little being on the couch with my mom in a similar sort of position and feeling so loved and protected. I don't really know when mommy and I stopped doing that. I think it was right around the same time she'd pulled out the body atlas and explained menstruation and sex to me. After that she always seemed reluctant. She'd put me off saying that she had things she had to do—she was always working. Finally I just stopped asking, but I missed it. I even thought I might have had similar feelings in my tummy way back then just not this intense. The movie ended with the blonde and the older redhead exchanging a long kiss as the theme music came up and the titles rolled. "Have you kissed ... uh, romantically?" Auntie asked casually while stroking my hair. I was about to say 'no' when I remembered the one time at Melissa's house. We were talking about boys and she was saying how she wished Josh would be her boyfriend. Being boyfriend and girlfriend consisted mainly of hanging out together in the school yard and at lunch time. There was some hand holding and rumors that some snuck behind the building and kissed. My friend and I decided to try it for practice. I remembered the warm feeling I got; how soft and sweet her lips were and how wonderfully she smelled. I don't think Melissa enjoyed it as much as I did, and about a week later she started hanging out with Josh. Our relationship was never the same after that. It was the only that one time I'd kissed romantically and it was just an experiment, not the real thing. I decided the answer to Helen's question actually was 'no' . "You have so many wonderful things to experience for the first time," Helen said with a wistful sigh. "You never forget the first time but you can never recapture it." My experiences were too limited to really grasp what she was saying but from my current position, with my head on her breast, I had a twinge of disagreement. I'd cuddled up with my mother like this years ago and now I was doing it with my mother's friend. It felt like the first time over again to me because I wasn't ready and able to understand the feelings when I was nine or ten. As the thought took shape I realized that I didn't understand the feelings now either. Maybe that was the key; the experience wasn't complete until you understood it. Up until then every time was like the first time. My day so far hadn't been without new discoveries. For example I'd just recognized that I had a fascination with breasts, and that they affected me in a way that was confusing. Understanding the 'why' seemed to be a matter for another day. Right now I decided to simply appreciate the warm glow it gave me to have my head on Helen's soft squishy boob. My host switched from the DVD to TV and there was a police drama of some kind on. I never really got into it. I didn't need the distraction; I was content to lie on Helen's chest while she idly stroked my hair and shoulder. The next thing I knew she was kissing me on top of the head and whispering, "Come on sleepy head you'll be more comfortable in your bed." The eleven o'clock news was ending as she clicked the remote and turned the entertainment system off. I wasn't really tired, I mean I'd had an afternoon nap and everything, I was just feeling so relaxed and comfortable. I began to wake up as we walked toward my bedroom. Helen had her arm around my shoulder and I felt the warm squishiness of her big boob on my shoulder. I'd realized that I had a fascination with tits that I couldn't fathom but this was the first time I was aware of wanting to see Auntie Helen's. I actually think the desire had been there since she hugged me when I got off the bus, but it was as we arrived at my bedroom door that the wish was put into words in my mind. She released me and kissed me on the forehead. "Sweet dreams dearest," she said and I realized that she was about to walk away. The wave of disappointment made me speak up before I'd thought about what I was going to say. "Aren't you going to tuck me in?" I asked sounding like a five year old, but I didn't care. Auntie Helen turned back toward me. "Would you like me to?" she asked with a contented looking smile. "Uh-huh," I confirmed. The warm pleasant feeling in my pussy crackled with electricity as my young houseguest invited me into her room. I had thoroughly enjoyed the evening snuggled up with her on the couch. I knew that the horseback ride and the leg massage had awakened feelings and needs in my fourteen year old ward that she was struggling to understand. When I said goodnight outside her door I was giving her the opportunity to think about things and regroup. When she asked if I was going to tuck her in it was clear that she was ready to explore the feelings further. She opened the door to my guest room and I followed her in. Standing beside the bed I looked into the wide blue eyes and was thrilled by the wanton curiosity I saw. Taking hold of the bottom of her T shirt I saw her eyes flicker and close. I interpreted it as anticipation—and that made two of us. Her perky boobies with their mismatched nipples came into view while her face was covered by her rising top. I let the sight of the adorable pink orange sized orbs tickle my fancy before I completed the removal and tossed the T shirt in the direction of the laundry hamper. I thought I could see her more developed left nipple beginning to crinkle and pucker while the right one was already a stiff little peg. I glanced from her face to her tits and back. Vicki's eyes were looking down at her chest as if she was taking stock of the situation. Without looking up she said, "The other day ... uh, when I got here ... you ... you said we could work on my boobs ... what did you mean by that?" "Well I got the feeling that you were embarrassed by difference in development from one side to the other. I just meant that it's normal and this one will catch up," I assured her giving her right boob and encouraging little squeeze. I'm not sure what to call the sound she made, a whimper or a sigh. "So there isn't anything that can be done... ? uh, you know to ... uh ... to..." "Speed up the process," I finished her question for her. She nodded emphatically indicating that I'd deduced correctly. "Well the development relies on blood flow. I suppose that increasing the blood flow might make it go a bit faster," I speculated. "How do you do that?" my topless teenaged ward enquired with urgency. "Massage would probably help," I said as though I was having the thought for the first time. "Would you do that ... massage them for me?" Vicki asked in the most adorable plaintive voice. The teenager was begging me to play with her tits! I let the success go to my head. "Okay sweetie, if you want me too," I agreed and sat down on the edge of the bed to enjoy my chore. The firm round flesh that had only emerged within the last year almost filled my small hand. There was essentially no fat in the breast tissue. It was pliable the way a flaccid muscle can be squeezed and manipulated. I rotated my hand around until I could engage the reticent but stiff little brown button at the center of her mound. "Ahhgrr," she moaned as I rolled the turgid little nubbin under my thumb. "I know ... I know ... they're really sensitive aren't they," I consoled her but didn't stop teasing her rubbery prepubescent nipple. "We need to keep the stimulation even," I informed her and cupped her left tit with my right hand. The boobie itself felt almost identical to the one I was squeezing with my left hand. The difference was all in the nipple and areola. The left one was soft and puffy like a light pink half ping-pong ball. I raked my thumb nail over the incredible softness of the pink mushroom cap and hooked it on the red button pushing out from the center. "Ohhhhh, ahhhhh," Vickie sighed as her head tipped back. The left nipple was now much more crinkled and firm. I alternated stimming her nipples with the nail and then the pad of my thumb while maintaining a rhythmical squeezing motion on the pert mound itself. "That doesn't hurt ... does it honey?" The guttural sound she made in response bore very little resemblance to any word but it also wasn't a protest. My own nipples, which had been mildly itchy up to now, began to really tingle. Even the subtle subdued motion of my hands on Vicki's tits was enough to cause the one inch protrusions to rub against the bra top of my dress. That started a stream of electric delight flowing down the conduit that connected my boobs directly to my pussy. I let the multifaceted sensory input flow through me. My hands squeezing and massaging the tight little muffins, my thumbs rolling the rubbery pegs sticking out from the center, the visual stimulation of the perky new breasts folded in. When I caught the faint by unmistakable scent of arousal I couldn't be entirely sure if it was hers or mine—most likely a mingling of the two. All the stimulation was making me slightly dizzy and the yearning between my legs was becoming almost painful. I would hold out, I would wait for the reward. It would be so much sweeter, so much more powerful when she surrendered; begged me to relieve her sexual tension. There was a limit to how much I could take. With a final squeeze and tweak I stood up and said, "That should do for tonight," The look on my topless teenaged houseguest's face was pathetic. I couldn't tell if she was trying to say something or if her chin was just quivering. She spoke no words when I kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams," I wished her closing the door to the guest bedroom behind me while stifling a needy moan. |