Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:43:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: ybother1122@yahoo.com
Subject: Good Girl 15

This is a story about the sexual awakening of a young woman. If you
either; A) aren't into that, B) aren't old enough to be reading it, or
C) can't read, you should really stop here. If you liked (or hated) this
story, drop us a line at ybother1122@yahoo.com. Don't take anything you
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Heather knelt erect and pulled her own top off, caressing her small
breasts for the other girl's benefit. Heather ran her fingertips lightly
across the soft skin above the front panel of Christine's suit bottoms.

"I want you to take these off," he said.

Christine swallowed hard. Heather was now able to see the dark stain
spreading across the green fabric.

"Why?" she asked, her voice was small.

"You have to take them off so I can lick your pussy," Heather said.
"Take them off now."

Christine slowly hooked her thumbs into the strings that rose over her
thighbones, arched her back and moved them down slightly. The release of
pressure on the fabric caused the strings to shoot down a few inches,
eliciting a squeak from the girl. No more of her nakedness was exposed,
the front panel of the suit did not move, but she nearly snatched the
sides back up.

Heather smiled as she tugged at the sides of Christine's suit. She
scissored her legs shut, trapping it after it revealed her sex. She had
told the truth; there was just a small tuft of brown hair where her
thighs met.

"H-Heather, I don't know..."

Heather didn't say a word. She bent down and started kissing
Christine's abdomen, breathing in the clean soap smell of her flesh. Her
lips drifted across the girl's bellybutton and she dipped her tongue in,
allowing its natural quaver to do the work of exciting her.

She remembered what Kitten told her...



"It's like the bit from `The Meaning of Life,'" Kitten said. "You
don't have to stampede right in for the clitoris."

Kitten was lounging on her side between Eva's thighs, one leg thrown
over her shoulder. She was stroking the German girl's abdomen with the
back of her fingernails, causing her to squirm. Heather sat next to them,
gazing intently at the naked girl's spread pussy.

"But I like that," she said.

"Of course you do," she said. "You can make her pop in a minute but
that's not what you want to do if you've got more time. You want to
draw it out of her, not hit her over the head with it. Now, breathe on
her, just below her navel."

Heather leaned down and blew against Eva's stomach, causing her to
giggle. Kitten made a clucking sound, shook her head and gently pushed
the American girl away. "Don't blow on her. You have to persuade, talk
to her skin. Like this, take my place."

The wide living room of the Maas home was filled with people. Steven
stood next to a long massage table running his hands over his wife,
Denise. He was using very expensive, very rare oil on her naked skin that
was slightly pinkish. Heather could hear he was speaking Italian,
something that drove Denise wild.

The Admiral sat in a low-backed chair with his hands tied securely to the
back legs. Catherine stood over him, slowly lowering herself onto his
massive cock. She would stop after every few inches, allowing her pussy
to adjust to its size. The tall brunette growled as more and more of the
man entered her. She was wearing the officer's hat.

In the corner of the room, Heather could see Penny lounging on her back
as she stroked herself with a small silver vibrator. Directly in front of
her was an olive-skinned girl gripping the carpet with white-knuckled
hands. The rest of her was obscured behind one of the overstuffed sofas
in the room, but the look of shock and fear on her face told Heather
exactly what was happening to her. Penny nodded, yes yes yes, and the
girl, pushed from behind, jerked forward and let out an agonized shriek.

Heather traded places with Kitten, placing her cheek against Eva's
thigh. Kitten positioned herself behind Heather and gently parted her
legs a few inches.

"You've got such nice skin," Kitten said.

Suddenly, Heather felt a heat on the backs of her legs. It was a
spreading, liquid feeling that made her insides quiver. She wasn't being
touched, she couldn't feel the woman's breath on her, but something was
causing an intense reaction in her flesh. She moaned and laid her
forehead on Eva's stomach.

"Oh, god!"

The heat spread, igniting all of the small hairs on her buttocks and
causing the small of her back to spasm. She could feel herself beginning
to trickle down her thighs. Kitten ran her hands up the back of
Heather's thighs, pulling them apart without really pushing at her skin.

Kitten ran the tip of her tongue along the precise valley between the
edge of Heather's vulva and the muscle in the back of her right leg. She
repeated on the left before laying her palm on Heather's abdomen fingers
forward, the heel just barely touching her cleft. Heather let out another
long moan as Kitten pushed the tip of her tongue deep into Heather's
pussy.

"It's all about preparation," she said between long licks. "You've
got to warm the plate before you start eating."



Christine whimpered and writhed as Heather worried the small hairs on the
front of her thighs with her tongue. Both hands gripped the pillows on
Heather's bed; she had long since pulled the contoured sheet loose of
the corners of the mattress. Her squirming had wound the green g-string
around her knees like a rope.

"Oh please," she wailed.

Heather looked up and smiled, "Please what?"

The girl's eyes were wild with arousal. Her curly hair, ground against
the bed had mashed itself into a corona around her head. "P-please, do
it."

Heather sat back on her heels on the bed and smiled as she ran her hand
along her friend's stomach, causing her to shudder, "Do what, honey?"

Christine looked directly at her friend, "Lick my pussy, Heather."

Heather nodded and unknotted the g-string from the girl's legs and
pulled it off. She grazed the tuft of hair between Christine's legs with
the back of her fingernails, feeling just a hint of her humidity before
she parted her legs, leaned in and kissed her there.

The girl let out a strangled cry as Heather began rhythmically lapping at
the folds of her sex, grinding her tongue further and further in.
Christine was already phenomenally aroused and her clit was peeking well
out beyond the hood that hid it, making Heather's job all the easier.

She gently pushed a finger inside her friend and then another as the girl
stretched to accommodate her. Heather could feel her virginity and took
gentle care not to disturb it too much. There will be time enough for
that, she thought, later.

Christine's cries had turned to mute babbling. Her fingers were twined
into Heather's hair, alternately pushing and pulling her head against
her pussy. She had been aroused before, of course, and once had almost
managed to masturbate herself to orgasm against the edge of her bed at
home, but she had never before felt the powerful sensations she was
feeling now.

Heather's fingers came into contact with something inside her, something
new and she felt a strange movement, a new muscle tensing within the core
of her. Christine wanted to say something then. She wanted to warn
Heather, but what came out of her mouth made no sense as her hips bucked
off the mattress and her world burst open in a wet throb.

Heather knew without being told and slithered up to lay beside the
brunette, laying kisses on her arms as she did. She waited, quietly,
while her friend's shaking subsided. It did, and then the two spent a
few minutes silent. It felt appropriate to Heather.

Christine turned toward her, adjusting her posture to accommodate her
breasts, "That was incredible. I feel so..."

"I know," Heather said. "It's like..." The phone rang out in the
hallway, interrupting her thought. She got up from the bed and went out
to answer it. Christine lay on the bed alone, unable to hear the
conversation.

For a second she felt a bolt of fear, the first since she allowed her
friend to kiss her, to undress her, the first since she felt her mouth
touch her pussy. She had worried what Dave Warren might say to his
friends about their briefest of contacts earlier. That was nothing
compared to the idea of what might be said if people heard she had been
fucked by another girl.

But it was just a second, a flash of emotion that was gone as quickly as
it came. Heather came back into the room, as bare-breasted and beautiful
as she had been a moment before when she left to answer the phone.
Christine smiled, "Who was that?"

"My mother. She's going to be staying over at grandma's tonight,"
Heather said as she stepped out of her blue bikini bottoms to reveal her
bare pussy. "That means we've got all night."

She slipped over to the bed and laid down next to Christine, kissing the
girl full on the mouth as they sank into each other's embrace. They
tumbled in place, sliding against each other. Christine ventured a hand
downward to touch her friend, and giggled at the soft feel of hairless
flesh.

"We could do that for you too, you know," Heather said as she warmed to
the girl's touch.

"I was wondering if we could, you know, do it with a boy too. Like you
said you did with your friend in Brazil?"

Heather smiled and kissed her nose, "Christine, for you we can do it
with a man."



TO THE READERS: This is the last chapter in the "Good Girl" series. Big
thanks to everyone who read it and even bigger thanks to everyone who
wrote with encouragement. It means a lot to a writer to hear feedback,
it's meant a lot to us to hear from those of you who got back to us.
Thanks again, and keep supporting Nifty.

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