Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 2 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers Keywords: mfF, nosex, oral, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* This story is based upon an incident which actually occurred to me. I have edited history, with some liberties, based on the general premise of "If I only knew then what I know now". What could I have done with the knowledge and confidence gained in the following couple of years, and the inclinations I have now. In reality I made a choice between two people and had some rich experiences, but ... ----- As no one is truly innocent I may or may not have used actual names in real or fictional circumstances. Any resemblance to real persons or places will therefore probably be coincidental and should be ignored. Please note that plot development is given a higher priority than hard sex. The story takes a few chapters to cover the first couple of days - I hope you enjoy it enough to persevere. ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Cilla, Sonia and I had discovered a mutual interest at a cast party following my school's annual theatrical production. I had just managed to 'cop a feel' of both desirable young ladies as we sat out of sight in a tent set up to hold drinks at the party. ********************************************* We sat there for a few minutes, the girls just leaning into me while I tried to make them feel good. We kissed occasionally and this seemed to have more affect on them than my other attentions. I realised that the tent was not the best place to be as it was highly likely to be visited some time soon. I disengaged my hands and slipped out between them and turned to face them, Sonia now on my right and Cilla now on my left. "Do you trust me?", I asked as I rested my hands on their thighs and looked from one to the other. "Hmm? How?", from Cilla. "Trust you in what way?", asked Sonia. "I can make you feel real good without any risk if you want. Maybe not now, but we could organise something if you would like. If there's both of you there, neither one would have to worry about being alone with me. If you say no to anything, you have someone to back you up. Anything that happens stays between the three of us." I also realised that one saying yes would make it harder for the other to say no. If I could pick the right one at the right time I may never get a "No" to any proposal. They considered things for a moment and glanced at each other before answering. You could see each girl trying to guess the other's response and apparently interested enough in me not to want to risk losing me by being the only one to decline. "I suppose so". It was Sonia who made the plunge first. "Alright" Cilla made it unanimous. I squeezed their legs and turning to check outside the tent gave my first instructions. "Slip off your knickers and give them to me." I looked around. No-one was interested in drinks. Their thirsts had been slated some time earlier and glasses were left half full (I was certainly optimistic now) while they sat and talked. We were safe for a while and I turned back into the tent. Somewhat shy of me, and to a larger extent of each other since they would continue being neighbours regardless of how things turned out, they held their knickers down beside them until I put my hands out for them. They raised them and placed them into my outstretched palms. Both were soft cotton, Cilla's were a pale lilac with lace trim while Sonia's were white with yellow embroidered flowers across the top. I put one pair into each side pocket. Cilla had had to remove her pantyhose as well and I took those and put them away as well. "You can have them back later unless you think I deserve a souvenir." I moved between them and turned to lean against the table where I could watch the entrance. "Turn around", I instructed and arranged them shoulder to shoulder in front of me. I bent my knees and dropped down in front of them until I could catch the hem at the front of their dresses. As I straightened their legs became exposed at the front. I faced forwards rather than down and, looking them in the eyes in turn commanded, "Take hold of your skirts for me." With just a little hesitation both of the lovely ladies complied. I gave each a quick kiss in turn, varying who I kissed first. I released the fabric and lowered my hands again. I put my foot between Sonia's and gently indicated that she should move hers apart. That being accomplished I straightened then repeated the silent process with Cilla. I rubbed the backs of my hands across their bushes. Cilla had a luxuriant growth that was spongy and resilient against my hand. Sonia's was finer, matching the strands on her head. It was soft and the warmth of her pudenda was more obvious. I turned my hands around and gently rubbed the surface of their outer lips. I was conscious that they may be a little dry and did not want to cause them any pain. If I didn't get to actually touch their pussies now it didn't matter. I was establishing some ground rules and they were actively consenting to each other's presence and the actions taking place. It would be easier to follow up later even if I had to see each girl separately. As I slipped my finger further between their thighs I felt a dampness from Cilla and turned to her. "Good girl", I encouraged and leaned to kiss her as I coated my finger and slid it between her puffy outer lips. She grabbed my arm and pressed her lips to mine as my extended finger brushed lightly over her clit. I reluctantly broke the kiss and turned to Sonia. I felt a dampness at the entrance to her vagina but could not do more than touch it with her legs tight against my hand. Her shorter height was working against her and the tent was still not secure enough to allow us to get more involved. As I took may hand away she moved her pussy to follow it. I raised my hand to my mouth and looked directly into her eyes as I coated my index finger with saliva. Cilla was now humping against my right hand as I returned my left one to Sonia's warm pussy. I could now slide it between her lips and the extra lubrication allowed be to make my way to the font of her womanhood. I dipped my quill into her inkwell and proceeded to write an ode to ecstasy across her vulva. We kissed as she gave a shudder when my finger vibrated over her fleshy clit. She too grabbed my arm with one had but also slipped her other hand between my legs and gripped my thigh. I was thankful that she had not grabbed my penis as I am sure I would have come, and even more grateful she had overlooked my balls given the force with which her fingers dug into the muscles of my leg. I gave Cilla a kiss on the back of her neck as she rested her head against my upper arm and continued to play with both warm, syrupy pussies at the same time. I did not want to come myself at the moment. I could jerk off at home, and like most other teenage boys regularly did, but figured that I may never be able to repeat this event and thus did not want to miss one moment of the experience. We heard some voices approaching and I stopped my actions. The girls dropped their hems and smoothed their dresses as I turned and poured three drinks. "There you are, a cola and a lemonade." We moved over to let the others get access and let the tent wondering if they would notice the smell of wet pussies in the air. If so I doubted that they would ever believe that it had anything to do with us since there were three of us present - two people may have been suspicious. "I'm sorry that I had to stop", I apologised. "So am I", said Cilla, "it felt so good." "You know", said Sonia, "Mum's gone out tonight and told me she wouldn't be home until after the party finished. She told me I could wait here if I didn't want to come home to an empty house." "What about your Dad?" "He's been gone for years. There's just me and Mum." "Can we slip away?" I asked the pair. "It's probably easier if we're open about it. If we've got an excuse to go over to Sonia's house, Mum and Dad won't think twice if they see us go there and if there are three of us they won't think any funny business is going on." "Good thinking Cilla. I owe you a kiss. What can we get?" "How about getting a few missing cast autographs on my souvenir program." "Great idea Sonia! Cilla, can you let your parents know." "Sure. Back in a tick." Cilla went inside where her parents were entertaining the teachers and allowing the teenagers the feeling of a little privacy from adult supervision. Cilla returned and we walked as individuals, in case we were being watched, down the drive and across to Sonia's house. "I thought you said your Mum was out", I asked. "The lights are on." "We leave a light on if we're out. It makes it look like someone's home and means you don't have to walk into a dark house when you do come home." Even so, Sonia called out when she went in - just in case. "Mum? Are you home?" There was no response. Cilla turned to me as the door closed and threw her arms around my neck. "You said you owed me a kiss." What could I do but pay my debts. Sonia looked on, not entirely amused. I think she felt she might deserve more of my attentions. I gave her a quick kiss and told her to find the program. "Why? I'd rather continue where we left off." "Ah. So would I but we need to take it back with us and it's easier to say we had trouble finding it if we have to explain a delay than to have the delay and then have to find it." Sonia puzzled that out, gave up and went to get the program. I checked out the furnishings in the lounge and made sure that the curtains were drawn so no-one could observe us from outside. "Come and sit down here", I instructed Cilla, indicating a rug in the middle of the lounge room and knelt down next to her. When Sonia returned with the program, I instructed her to sit with us. "Would you like me to continue?" I asked. "Oooh yes", said Sonia. "Yes, please" added Cilla. "Okay then. I want you to lay side by side on your backs with your feet towards me and your heads away." The girls shuffled around and lay as instructed. "Okay now lift your bums up." I proceeded to lift their dresses up to their waists exposing their pussies to my view for the first time. They lay there shyly, not knowing exactly how to position their legs nor what to do with their hands other than to hold their dresses in place. Cilla was on Sonia's right and I gently moved her left leg away from her right. Sonia got the idea and moved hers apart without being directed, her left ankle still in contact with Cilla's right. They lay there expectantly. I think that they were expecting me to continue to finger them. Instead I knelt between Sonia's legs. "I have to apologise for now. I want you both to feel pleasure but for this I have to make you take turns. I'll start off giving you a little turn each but then you'll probably want me to continue until you come so please be patient with me." I bent forward and kissed Sonia. Not on the mouth but upon the furry entrance to her pussy. I lay down and slipped my arms under her legs. Her thighs were warm against my ears as I moved my head to help my tongue slide around and over her sweet pussy. I dipped my tongue into her pooled juices and greedily swallowed the delicious nectar. Her inner lips were fine and long and I sucked them back into my mouth even as I pushed my tongue between them, alternately searching for the entrance to her vagina and to the mound of her clit. Sonia arched her back to bring her body more firmly into contact with my questing mouth. She relaxed and then arched again. I believe that she may have actually been enjoying herself. I stopped the movement of my tongue, released her lips and gently sucked on the side of her thigh adjacent to her outer lips with a fine covering of soft dark hair. She cursed softly as I moved from between her legs to kneel between those of Cilla. Cilla who had been watching my ministrations to Sonia had become just a little worked up and when I positioned myself proceeded to push my head firmly into place against her pussy. I got her to let up the pressure slightly and rubbed my nose between the folds of her outer lips and across her clit as I plunged my tongue into the virtual waterfall gushing from her vagina. I would never have believed that there could be such a flood of the precious fluid and endeavoured to devour as much of the tasty lubricant as possible. My chin and cheeks were coated and Cilla bucked as my tongue travelled back and forth between those tender lips and over the now prominent clit. Once again I was surprised. I know that I had not had much opportunity to study such things but the variation between Sonia and Cilla was amazing. Sonia's nubbin was barely noticeable. I had found her clit more from following her pussy to the ends of her lips and then experiencing her reaction when I did something right. Cilla's on the other hand stood out, increasingly as she became more aroused. When I had rubbed her in the tent I had noticed a lump which she liked me to touch carefully. Now, when I could feel it in my mouth, and subsequently look at it, it was more like a small erection. I wrapped my lips around it and imagined that I was giving her a blow job, just with my lips. I gripped Cilla's hips and firmly planted my mouth against her pussy while alternately sucking and letting her clit slip out. The bucking really started then and when I started to flick my tongue across the end, Cilla almost crushed my head with thighs of steel. My ear was bent back and I was having trouble getting my nose clear to replace the carbon dioxide building up in my lungs. I had stopped playing with her clit and was finally able to draw breath as Cilla's shudders started to ease off. I eased myself out from between her legs and stroked her arm as she started coming down again from the orgasmic heights she had reached. "You better be able to do that for me you bastard", said Sonia. "You've left me high and dry here and I want my turn too." I turned to her and smiled. "Sorry love. One orgasm coming up if at all possible." I leaned across to kiss her and noticed her reaction as my tongue entered her mouth. I suddenly realised that my face was still damp from Cilla's juices and my mouth would be tainted with her taste. I found it delicious but would she? I moved back and looked into Sonia's eyes. "How does it taste? Have you tried pussy before?" "It's hard to describe. It's sweet but not like sugar and sort of musty but nice. I have licked my fingers after touching myself in bed sometimes but never anyone else's." "Cilla's pussy just flows. There's so much and it tastes really nice. You didn't have as much but yours has a sweeter taste, a bit like musk lollies. The really nice thing about your pussy though is how wonderfully long your lips are." "My lips?" "Yes. Pay attention as I suck on them. I can suck them into my mouth and lick all your sweet juices off of them." I move back between her legs and proceeded to nibble and such her inner lips as I had described. I noticed a shadow and looked up to see Cilla's face near mine, watching as I munched away. "Does her pussy really taste like musk? Can I have a taste?" "I moved my head away. You could kiss me but you get a better taste if you kiss Sonia's pussy yourself." I knelt back and Cilla bent over and touched her tongue hesitantly to Sonia's bush. "No, you'll have to kiss her further down. Try to run your tongue right along the crack until you get to her hole. That's full of juices and you should be able to taste her properly there." Cilla was kneeling next to Sonia and had her chin on Sonia's bush with her nose heading towards her puckered asshole. She started with her tongue by the clitoris and moved it towards the vagina, picking up more juices as she went. Cilla's hum of appreciation for the taste was only outdone by Sonia's moan of anticipation for more contact. Sonia was to be disappointed yet again however as Cilla sat up. "It really is like musk lollies." I had felt the stirrings that indicated that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and took the opportunity to slip a handkerchief inside my boxers and to wrap it a couple of times around the end of my penis. Having taken steps to avoid a mess that might be hard to explain when we returned to the party, I lay back down and grasped Sonia's hips. "It's a good thing I have a sweet tooth then", I responded. "Why not let Sonia compare the two tastes." "How?" asked Cilla. "Give her a kiss, silly; let her taste the juices you have on your tongue." "Oh!" Cilla hadn't thought about kissing another girl but then she hadn't really thought about eating her pussy before she went and did it. Oh well! She leaded over Sonia and moved in for a kiss. I had been busy resuming my duties while Cilla was thinking this over and Sonia was more concerned with the feelings between her thighs than over who was hovering over her mouth. When Cilla made contact and drove her tongue into Sonia's mouth Sonia responded by thrusting her tongue against Cilla's and throwing her arms around her. For someone with such a small frame she managed a hug a bear would be proud of. Cilla's C-cup breasts were mashed against Sonia's A's and the give in both produced a feeling quite different from the unyielding firmness of a male chest. Sonia was conscious of the musky flavour we had described and sucked on Cilla's tongue before forcing her own into Cilla's mouth. Somewhat of a bantam in size, Sonia nevertheless had the spirit of a fighting cock and took control over Cilla even while in the throes of an orgasm produced by my efforts below and the psychological effects induced by the knowledge that she was tasting her own juices on the mouth of another girl in the presence of a youth who she thought she might come to love. Freud would have loved to have had this combination as a source of neurosis. Cilla relaxed in Sonia's arms, her head on Sonia's shoulders and her bare leg brushing against my hand as I continued to hold Sonia's hip. For my part, I had had my head squeezed yet again, if not quite so firmly, then with a greater torque applied as her hips swung from side to side. As a consequence I lay with my head on her thigh and my lips gently kissing her fine bush. I noticed the contrast with the thick, tight curls that had indicated that Cilla was indeed a natural redhead. When Sonia had recovered and was prepared to let us both up I pointed out that Cilla had done her a favour which she might like to return. "I don't really want to start another round right now but you might like to taste Cilla's pussy too. Her lips aren't as long as yours but her clit is fantastic. You can actually catch hold of it with your lips and such on it. Lay back Cilla and let her look." Cilla wasn't too sure but felt she probably should let Sonia look since she had tried tasting Sonia. Sonia was over her orgasm - her second ever - and wasn't too interested in continuing things for a while but my description intrigued her and she decided she wanted to see what I was talking about at least. I directed Sonia to lay down between Cilla's legs like I had and to put her arms under Cilla's thighs. Her face was now directly in front of Cilla's ginger minge. Sonia put one hand up onto the red bush and playfully twirled a curl around her fingers. "What beautiful curls. My hair is just wavy." "Both of your pussies look beautiful", I said. "I like red hair and Cilla's bush certainly has plenty of thick red hair but your pussy really is like a black cat's fur. If I stand back I can see your pussy lips through it and it is so soft to touch. If the lights were out I would be able to identify you by the soft feel of your bush." "So, not better, just different?" "Exactly. Can you see Cilla's clit. It has shrunk back down now but you can see how wide it is. It's like your little finger. Give it a gentle lick and see if you can make it grow." Sonia wasn't enthusiastic but did want to see how big Cilla's clit would grow. Cilla was patiently waiting for Sonia to finish her "show and tell" session when she felt a warm wet tongue swipe across her clit. "Yes", she said. "More please." "Dip your tongue into her pussy where your chin is now and see if you can get any juices and push them with your tongue up towards her clit." Sonia tried to comply. She could taste Cilla's juices but there wasn't much there. Cilla had come and wasn't yet ready. As Sonia tried to follow my instructions however Cilla's body relaxed and her next attempts to gather juices were more successful. Sonia shaped her tongue into a narrow groove, almost forming a straw as she gathered the juices now welling out. She swallowed, marvelling at the taste and only now realising that she was engaging in true lesbian practices and, far from being repulsed, was actually enjoying the experience and contemplating more. She moved her tongue along the channel formed by Cilla's paired lips. The inner lips she sucked gently on and the outer pair she caressed with her tongue, tickled by the sparse coating of hair on the outside and running her tongue back and forth along the smooth inner side. As she approached Cilla's clit Sonia flattened her tongue, the wide area gently rasping across Cilla's pussy until it suddenly hit an obstruction. Sonia closed her mouth around the lump she found. It felt enormous after the delicate features already encountered. I watched as she raised her head to get a better look. I believe that the clit was even bigger than before. It stood out from the little hood it had dragged with it to look like my circumcised penis reduced to the size of the first knuckle of my little finger. "You should decide between you whether Cilla should come again before we go back to the party." "Please make me come Sonia. I'll return the favour when we can." Sonia returned her mouth to Cilla's pussy. "Try to remember what you liked and do that", I instructed. "When we get some time we can learn more about each other's preferences." Even though otherwise occupied, both girls realised that I had made a commitment to further involvement with them. Sonia halted for a second; this time it was Cilla who was disappointed by the cessation of sensation. "Hang on, what about you? You've made us come and we haven't done anything for you yet." "Don't worry. Tonight was intended for your pleasure. I haven't missed out although the experience was rather limited, but I have really enjoyed getting you off and watching you girls find out about each other. Finish up while I have a quick wash and I'll give you both a cuddle." I went to the bathroom to rinse out the handkerchief and wash up and then returned to the lounge in time to watch Cilla push Sonia's head away from her crotch as the fading orgasm made her too sensitive for further contact. I lay down next to her and called Sonia up to my side. Laying on my back I cradled both of their heads on my chest as I hugged them and gently rubbed their backs. Cilla raised an arm and reached across me to hug Sonia. Sonia responded and we had a group hug laying on Sonia's mother's lounge floor with the girl's dresses up around their waists, their knickers still in my pocket, and the smell of hot pussy in the air. "I love you both", I said sincerely even though it was very early in our relationship, er, relationships. It may seem strange but I've found that, while I can lust over someone, I really do feel a deeper attachment to them which precludes me from contemplating a one night stand. If I want a relationship to go physical I also want it to continue. I don't mean I'm possessive; just that, even if the relationship fades, I still have strong feelings towards that partner. I also don't feel that love need be exclusive, just not casual, and hopefully multiple-ly reciprocated. "I love you", they both replied. I thought it over. That was enough for now; I would get them to express a commitment to each other in due time. I could almost have fallen asleep and Cilla did actually drop off as I stroked their cheeks but after about five minutes I stirred them up and the got themselves back into order. When I returned their knickers they refused saying that I had in fact earned them as souvenirs. "I don't need any souvenir other than my memories. If you wish we can be living souvenirs for each other and you might need them after all. Someone back at the party may be able to smell your wonderful juices if your pussies are open to every breeze that passes." They eventually consented to let me put them back on with a simple kiss to each bush just before the knickers covered it up. Cilla decided to forgo the pantyhose and I returned them to her when we got back so that she could sneak them into the laundry basket when no-one was looking. Sonia gave the lounge a quick spray of air freshener just in case there was any lingering scent that could be detected by her mother and we stood together for another group hug. I kissed each in turn and stood waiting until they got the hint and gave each other a passionate kiss while I held them tight. Sonia locked the door behind us and we made our way back to the party. Other than Renate's concerned "Where have you been?" to Sonia no-one, including Cilla's parents, had noticed our absence for almost an hour. Sonia showed Renate the program and they went off to collect a couple of signatures that Sonia had missed after the last performance. I stood with Cilla for a while and went into the kitchen to say hello to our production team and to thank Cilla's parents for the party providing, not incidentally, a distraction which allowed Cilla to dispose of her pantyhose. Cilla joined us and made a bit of a point to her parents by taking my hand as we talked. We made polite conversation for a while before we excused ourselves and I upped the ante by putting my arm around her waist before we got out of their sight. Renate noticed us come outside and was therefore puzzled when Sonia came across to us and put her arm around me too. "What on earth?", she whispered in Sonia's ear. I just heard Sonia's whispered reply back, "I'm not supposed to just let her have my man, am I?". Only I knew that the supposed rivalry was not quite what it seemed. We found some chairs and sat together, my hands again on their thighs under the table. This time their fingers were entwined with mine as we chatted until it was time to leave. It was Friday night and I suggested that we could meet to have lunch and see a movie tomorrow. The idea of a more normal dating experience, if our trio could be considered normal, was acceptable and we arranged to meet at the local railway station in time to travel into the city. Renate had had to go earlier so Sonia, Cilla and I were alone when it was time for me to say my goodbyes to my hostess Jean. Her eyes showed her surprise that her "old maid" sister had finally found a boy friend but couldn't understand why her neighbour was also hovering round. We moved into the shadows of the drive way where one girl hugged me from behind while I kissed the other goodbye before turning around and repeating my farewell to the other. Once again I hugged the both of them while they too shared a final passionate kiss for the evening. With a quick smooch each (no tongue!) I reluctantly left them to go home and reminisce over each event to try to burn it into my brain so that this night would be the final memory to be lost if I one day succumbed to Alzheimer's. If I had any waking moments left, considering I would probably need all my strength tomorrow, I needed to plan (plot is too sinister a word) a course of action for tomorrow and onwards. As a result I fully expected to need to rinse out a couple more handkerchiefs that evening. At least this expectation was achieved.