Date: Fri, 3 Jul 2009 12:40:51 -0400 From: J W Subject: Brooke's Story - lesbian adult youth AUTHOR'S NOTE: No complicated plot lines and careful character development here. Brooke approached me to write a story about her introduction to, and subsequent tutoring in sexual matters. She gave me some brief suggestions based on experiences she's had and asked me to make a story of them. I put aside my need to justify and explain all the characters and their motivations and simply fashioned a series of sexual vignettes. I even managed to suppress my obsession for realism and credibility. Thanks Brooke, for all the wonderful inspiration to write something just for the pure sexy fun of it. I hope you readers will enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any case. Jackie jw1137@hotmail.com >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Brooke's Story -1 The Power of Submission By Jackie I am a nineteen year old college girl. That's pretty young; in fact anyone younger than me shouldn't even be reading this. I think that I've already led a very interesting life especially when it comes to sex. Let me tell you about it... It was Friday night and I'd had another wonderful week at my new high school. I noticed the other car in the driveway as I came up the walk so I knew that her mother had company but I didn't recognize the car. I breezed by the living room where her mom sat talking with what I judged was a very tall very black woman. "Brooke!" my mom shouted, "aren't you going to say hello?" "Hi," I said from the doorway. I felt mom's guests eyes all over me. "This is Chris... a friend at work introduced me to her, she does wonderful things with hair." "Hi Chris, you're a hairdresser?" "Yes," the tall dark skinned woman answered, "and I'd love to do yours Brooke you're so pretty and the style you're wearing just doesn't do you justice." Again I was very aware of how thoroughly Chris was checking out my body. Over the last year or so I'd kind of gotten used to this visual attention from men, but I hadn't noticed a woman do it before. I went into a growth spurt when I was eleven and in terms of my boobies it was still going on at thirteen. They were bigger than any of the other freshman girls and bigger even than about half of the seniors. The rest of my shape was also precociously on its way to womanhood. My hips had widened and the little fringe around my crack was now a full bush. My mom's hairdressing friend's unabashed appraisal was making my skin tingle. "There's something wrong with the drain as school so I couldn't shower after practice; so I need to take one now." "Okay sweetie... I'm going out later so I'm going to drop you over at your dad's place after dinner... alright?" "Sure mom," I replied looking back over my shoulder. There was that pussy gripping look from Chris. Stripping out of my school clothes I couldn't resist giving my jugs a firm squeeze. I picked up my towel and had a naughty thought. `If she wants to look at me why not give her a real show?' I opened her bedroom door noisily and stepped naked into the hall carrying the towel that I'd have normally wrapped around myself. My pussy was twitching at the provocative display I was putting on. I was careful not to look directly toward the living room but out of the corner of my eye I was able to see Chris looking at me. Halfway across the hall I "accidentally" dropped the towel. I stood there looking down at it as if I was trying to figure out how it got on the floor, or how to pick it up. It was only a few seconds but it felt like longer. The woman's eyes made my skin tingle and my pussy pulse. I deliberately turned my back toward the living room and bent from the waist keeping my legs straight. Gripping the towel I held my naked ass in the air posing for an extra second before picking it up and proceeding into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me I was out of breath like I'd just run a mile. Panting and leaning back against the door I was enjoying a delightful throb between my legs. The rush I'd gotten just from exposing myself to Chris came as a bit of a surprise. When the hairdresser looked me up and down when we were introduced it gave me a sexy feeling way down in my tummy; but nothing like this. My fingers automatically went down to separated the soft petals that were so neatly folded over the entrance to my slippery canal. As soon as I touched the hot opening I felt the thick juice that was already collecting and drew it up with my finger over the nubbin at the top of my crease. Just a couple of slippery circles on my love button later and my hips hunched. I felt my pussy walls clamp down begging for something to clamp on to. I considered frigging herself to a climax right there leaning back against the bathroom door but bur I knew that my mom wanted to get going; and I didn't want to rush it. The hot shower felt wonderful. Smearing the soapy suds on my too mature boobies started the throbbing sensations in my coochie again. Lifting and squeezing them I scrapped my thumb nail over her two inch areolas before making a rotary motion on her finger tip size black nipple. Two or three quick powerful pleasure pulses hammered into my pussy and I had to hunch my hips again. Heat and pressure was building in my lower belly and I knew I'd reached the point where I either had to go or stop. Teasing myself like this thinking about what might be going through my mom's friend's mind made me want to drive her fingers in deep and finger fuck myself to a glorious climax but it was just too quick. I let the low rumbling sensations in my pelvis subside and finished washing. `Later I'm going to finger myself `til I explode,' I promised my twitching girlhood as I dried myself. My pussy pulsed again as I opened the bathroom door. This time I looked in the direction of the living room as I strode naked across the hall. The look on Chris's face was thrilling. The tall woman's neutral expression changed to one of surprise and desire in the brief moment it took me to cross the hall, enter my room and close the door. Once again I was tempted to start touching myself but exercised some will power and got dressed instead. In the kitchen I'd begun my nightly chore of setting the table when my mom came in followed by Chris. "Hey honey... Chris has offered to do your hair tonight... that's if you want. I'm going to be out pretty late and you could just stay at her place for the night and I'd pick you up in the morning. What do you think?" Looking from my mom to my would-be hair-stylist I felt the blood drain out of my head. The look on the dark skinned young woman's face gave me the shivers. I just stood there with the cutlery in my hand not knowing what to do. "As a bonus you wouldn't have to set the table or clean-up. Chris says you can pick up a pizza on the way to her place." The beautician crossed the kitchen and started fiddling with my hair. "You have such a pretty face sweetheart... I could do so much with this." "So what do you say honey... I think you'll have fun!" mom said enthusiastically. I got all tingly and just nodded. Chris was as good as her word and when we picked up the pizza I even got to pick the toppings. She put together a little side salad because she said I needed my veggies. When we were finished I helped her clean up. I noticed her looking at me funny again when I bend to put the scraps in the garbage. I guess the sundress from last year was a bit short and I was only just learning that a girl has to be careful when she bends over in a short skirt. Chris told me that she had all the stuff for doing my hair in her bathroom. She led me back to the master bedroom and into the adjoining washroom. The private three piece bath was very large. Everything was done a rose colored marble. It had a counter with two sinks and a huge shower stall that could fit four people easily. The other wall had a lower table with a chair in front of it for doing your make-up. Chris smiled at me looking around in wonder and said, "I think you need some hi-lights and for that I'm going to have to use some harsh chemicals." She gently fluffed my hair with her fingers. "I don't have the aprons I use at the salon here and I wouldn't want to stain your pretty dress." I guess she saw from my expression that I didn't get it. "Brooke you're going to need to take your dress off so I don't ruin it," she clarified what she'd meant. I felt my stomach go in a knot. If I took off the bra dress all I'd have left on were my white bikinis. Way down deep in my belly the butterflies and nervous feeling really took hold when she stepped behind me and lowered my zipper. I felt a rush like a bucket of warm water being dumped over me as she pushed the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and then came around in front to finish the job. I was watching her face as she lowered the dress to my waist. The look in her eyes made my pussy twitch as my firm--way too big for a thirteen year old--boobies came into view. She bent at the knees and lowered the dress so I could step out of it. Since I'd left my sandals at the front door I was already bare foot. Like the dress, the panties were from last year and had gotten pretty tight across my ever growing butt. I was embarrassed that my over abundant jet black pubes weren't entirely contained by the narrow crotch of my underpants. Chris hung my dress by the shoulder straps from the hook on the back of the door. When she turned back she fluffed my hair again and smiled at me in a way I don't think I had seen before. "Did you wash your hair when you showered at home," she asked still fussing and arranging my hair that came down to my shoulder blades. "No," I said. "I knew mom wanted to get going so I didn't want to take the time." "Oh... we're going to need to do that first then," my private hairdresser informed me and put her hand on my lower back guiding me toward the shower. As we moved her hand slid lower until it was on top of my panty covered backside and my pussy began to hum. Her eyes flashed again when she said, "I'm sorry I don't have a hand held on this shower so you're going to have to get right in." It was like her comment about the harsh chemicals and my dress; she thought I knew what she meant but I didn't catch on right away. I was about to step over the threshold of the big marble and glass shower stall when she plucked the rear of the waist band of my panties and said, "Better take these off... you don't want to get them all wet do you?" My butterflies turned into a flock of birds when I realized what she was saying. The humming between my legs got louder when I understood that I was going to be naked. I'd teased her before, but that was different--safe. She was twenty feet away and my mother was in between us. Flashing her was one thing, but getting naked in her bathroom with just the two of us was another. I hesitated, but despite my embarrassment I realized that I wanted to. Chris's calm even voice didn't match the strained expression on her face. Looking into her eyes the desire was plain although I really didn't fully understand what I was seeing. I got another great rushing thrill as I stripped off my underpants. As I lifted each leg in turn to thread the bikinis over my feet I became aware at how juicy I was. `Didn't need to worry about getting them wet in the shower... seems like I've already done a pretty good job,' and had to suppress a giggle at the thought. As the tall woman took my white bikinis from me I felt her eyes rove all over my adolescent body. I'd gotten used to men checking me out and it made me proud of my development, but men scared me. Even though I was very curious about sex with a partner the complications of pregnancy and STDs made me think twice about experimenting. Chris was the first woman I'd noticed paying the same kind of attention. I didn't think about it in precise terms but some part of my sexual curiosity was aroused nevertheless. I turned back toward the shower and the reflection in the chrome trim showed Chris press my underwear to her nose and mouth which caused such a pleasure pulse in my pussy that I nearly stumbled over the threshold of the shower. Standing out of the way of the cold spray I was adjusting the water temperature when Chris said I'll come in and help you. I couldn't believe my ears. I looked up and saw her stripping out of her shorts and top. My stomach did another flip and I turned toward the warm spray afraid to watch the tall woman undress. I'd gotten a real kick out of teasing her but this was putting the game on a whole new level. One I wasn't sure I was ready for. The shower spray was hitting just above my boobies and my nipples hardened and stuck out like little soldiers. "Get your hair wet honey," my hairdresser ordered, and I realized that she was right behind me in the large stall. I ducked my head under the spray and the soothing hot water saturated it in seconds. Chris began applying the shampoo and rubbing my head vigorously creating a thick lather that ran in rivulets down my brown body. The warm spray was on my boobs and as she scrubbed my hair I could feel her pendulous breasts bumping against my back. The slippery soap suds lubricated the contact between her tits and my skin. Her fingers massaged my scalp and she got even closer as she worked. Her tits were mashed up against my back and I felt her pelvis against my sensitive tushy. The slippery sliding skin on skin was making my pussy ache and the shower spray was teasing my hard nipples. I moaned. "It feels good doesn't it?" she said with her mouth no more than an inch from my ear and then in a rather breathless voice, "Okay honey, rinse." My head was under the powerful spray and my hairdresser and shower mate continued to rub herself against me as she worked the suds out of my hair. I was really beginning to wish that I'd finished the job on my coochie back at home. The nervousness and the arousal had started to merge together when I heard her say, "I might as well finish the job of washing you." Her hands slid down to my breasts and bumped over my erect nipples. I yelped and pulled away; spinning so my back was squeezed into the corner of the shower stall. The look on Chris's face was similar to the one I'd seen her wearing when I flashed her and again when she'd helped me out of my dress, but somehow it was now more intense. "Relax sweetie... I'm not going to hurt you." She reached out to touch me again. With my arms crossed over my breasts I turned sideways and cringed into the corner. My eyes were down but I caught the look of disappointment on her face. She stroked my wet hair gently and soothingly. "I have a pair of big gold hoops that would look great on you when we get your hair finished," she informed me while toying with my earlobe. "I'll give them to you if you let me finish washing you." I'm not sure why I'd made out so shy. There's no doubt that I was a little uncomfortable having this mature naked woman in the shower with me but, truth be told, I was more turned on than embarrassed. I got a kick out of teasing the men but now I was realizing that tantalizing a receptive woman was just as much fun. Funny that it hadn't occurred to me until Chris's generous offer that it could be profitable as well as exciting. If I'd just let her have her way, like I was tempted to do, I wouldn't have gotten the ear rings--would I? Huddled in the corner of the shower stall with the water spraying all around, my mind was spinning almost as fast as my heart was racing and my pussy was pounding. Realizing the allure of innocence; the profitability of submission went on in my head like a neon sign. Chris picked up the bath puff and applied some soap. Without permission she started moving the slightly scratchy material on my shoulder. My arms were still crossed over my breasts. I looked into her pleading eyes for a moment and then let my gaze descend down her nakedness. My pedophile hairdresser was slender and had long droopy boobs that hung down almost to the bottom of her ribs. Her areolas and nipples pointed straight at me. They were a shade or two darker than her dark skin and had a reddish tinge to them. When I reached her soft tummy I was surprised to see only a narrow closely cropped line of hair that pointed like an arrow to her crease. I blinked my eyes because I couldn't believe how her inner pussy protruded. Her outer lips looked very small in comparison to the crinkly folds in between them. My pussy was twitching rhythmically as I completed the scan and returned to Chris's face after lingering an extra beat on her tits. "Maybe you'd like to wash me instead," she suggested, offering me the puff. The offer turned the subtle twitching between my legs to a firm pulse. My hand was shaking as I moved the soapy ball of bundled plastic over her upper chest. Suds trickled down over her pendulous boobs in streams and sliding over her circular dark areolas before dropping to the shower stall floor. Chris gripped my wrist and guided my hand and the bath puff down to the small perfectly circular areola crowning her left breast. She made a strange little noise when the scratchy material contacted her pert nipple and pulled my hand hard against her chest. I felt a warm rush in my lower belly as the mature tittie mashed under the pressure. She held my hand firmly in place for a couple of seconds and I noticed that her eyes were closed. When she opened them she released my wrist and brought both of her hands up to cup my growing sweater puppies. The gush I felt right in my coochie was close to what I'd come to believe was an orgasm--I was in for a big surprise. My knees went a little weak. I sagged, and I guess it was a combination of that and the deep groan that came up from my core that emboldened her. Her soapy slippery hands began to massage my adolescent tits with enthusiasm. I dropped the washing tool and applied my hands directly to Chris's tits replicating her attention to mine. I became completely lost in the sensations; her soft, full, hanging boobs in my hands and her hands squeezing and teasing my smaller firmer pair. We played with each other like that for what seemed like a long time. My eyes jumped from my hairdresser's breasts, and the way they squished and molded to my little hands, to her larger dark brown hands on my boobies. Color wise they nearly blended in and were working the immature mounds on my chest creating the most wonderful waves throughout me. Finally I had to close my eyes and just immerse myself in the erotic stimulation. I could hear myself making involuntary sounds and I thought Chris was doing the same but I couldn't be sure. Sight and sound were low priority having to take a back seat to the physical pleasure. With my eyes closed I sensed that her upper body was moving forward and down so I let my elbows and forearms flex to follow my fleshy toys. She took my left areola in her mouth and circled my stiffly protruding black nipple with her tongue. It was the first mouth to enjoy my tender pegs. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever imagined and I felt myself sinking to the floor. Chris managed to maintain the suction and tongue flicking of my nipple all the way down. When I was sitting on the hard marble floor she switched breasts and treated my right boobie to an equally thrilling oral tribute. She slid down over my firm abs probing my navel with her tongue before lifting my knees onto her shoulders. I felt my swollen girlhood, buried in the thick mat of black hair, part. It was throbbing so hard I thought I could almost feel it pulsating in and out. Chris was moving lower kissing my inner thigh as she went. I put my hand on the top of her head to halt her progress. The look of dismay on her face was thrilling in itself. "We didn't really wash, but do I still get the ear rings?" I asked breathlessly. "Of course honey... anything you want," she promised. The words were music to my ears and I slid my hand around from its restraining position on her forehead, to an encouraging position at the back. Seconds later her educated tongue sent me reeling into a place of ecstasy so powerful that I was sure I would pass-out. Afterward my hairdresser continued to lap at my draining pussy before the hot cascading water could wash all the sweetness away and then she was gone. I just sat there stunned by what had just happened. I'd thought I had brought myself to orgasm with my fingers but now, having experienced the joy Chris's mouth caused, I decided that maybe I hadn't actually cum until she put her tongue on my clitty. The next thing I knew she was getting me to my feet and drying me. She was already wrapped in a big fluffy bath towel. When she finished she lead me out of the bathroom into her adjoining bedroom. We reached the bed and she sat down on the side. Holding both of my hands she looked up at me and said, "Would you do that to me... uh, what I did for you in the shower?" I heard her words but my mind seemed to be stuck on my miraculous discovery so I didn't respond. Chris looked into my eyes for a moment with the most pleading needy expression. She released my hands and opened the bottom of her towel exposing her slender thighs and the meaty crevice where they joined. Pushing her hips to the edge of the bed she reached down and spread her womanhood. I was absolutely in awe of how long her pussy wings were. "Pleeease..." Chris begged. I was still stuck in my own little world but having the hairdresser so explicitly display herself made my pussy start to twitch again. At thirteen I'd seen a number of pussies but only with the woman or girl standing naturally. The only vulva I'd visually explored in any detail was my own. As I watched Chris use both hands to pull her abundant labia outward I could see the pool of milky fluid at the base of her gash. She dipped a finger into the red opening and began to slide it slowly in and out. My eyes redirected back to her face and the pathetic needy expression looked strained. "At least take your towel off... help me that much," my host begged and in noticed that she was now sliding three fingers in and out of her pussy. My mind was clearing and I remembered the out of character shyness that overcame me in the shower. `If I hadn't been coy she wouldn't have offered to give me the ear rings,' I thought. I forced a pitiful little whimper, "But... but I'm scared," I lied. Chris's face was getting quite red and her hand was moving faster. "Your mom gave me two-hundred and fifty dollars to do your hair," she said in a very strained voice. "If... if you help me, I'll... I'll give you fifty of it." She pulled her glistening fingers out and began to rapidly rub on the outside; wiggling her whole coochie back and forth--around and around. I examined her impassioned expression for a moment and then said, "A hundred." "Okay... okay, a hundred," she struggled to get the words out. I sank to my knees and in close up her cunt was even fuller and meatier that it had appeared from a distance. It looked swollen and the whole of her crotch had a glow. As soon as I was kneeling between her widely spread legs she sat up and grabbed my arm. "Put your hand in," she demanded pulling my hand toward her puffy glistening womanhood. She said hand but I assumed she meant fingers, so I slid two digits into her soppy hot velvety depths, like I'd done to myself so many times. My fingers, in fact my whole hand was quite small. I wiggled them around getting a thrill that shot up my arm and divided in two when it reached my shoulder. At the joint half went directly to my girlhood and the other half went to my head. Chris collapsed back on the bed with a grunt and said, "More... more, put them all in!" Putting all my fingers together I began pumping in and out of my hairdresser's slippery pussy. The big flap of skin above her tunnel was flexing up and down, alternately exposing and hiding her finger tip sized clit. The tall dark skinned slender woman was lying back on the bed huffing and puffing. "Make a fist," she commanded. "Make a fist and fuck me with it!" The request shocked me at first but I realized that, even with all my fingers in there, there was room to spare. Most of my hand was already coated with her juices when I pulled out and did as she'd asked. I was amazed at the ease with which my little fist slid in and out of her yawning cunt; at the deepest penetration her long thick labia wrapped around my wrist. I don't know how long I was fisting her except that my arm was getting tired and her juices had filled the crack of her ass and soaked the sheet underneath her. Just as I was wondering how long I could keep this up her hips bucked and heaved and she screamed out in a loud shuddering orgasm. I was felling exhausted and crawled up on the bed bedside my first lesbian lover. The next thing I knew it was morning. Chris roused me with a kiss on the forehead and led me naked to the marble ensuite. I sat in her make-up chair and she quickly cut and put highlights in my black hair. I remember wondering if my mom was getting her money's worth as she finished styling. On the way out the door Chris handed me a jewelry box and a hundred dollar bill. "Thanks!" I said feeling a thrilling rush pass through me that had a decided sexual edge to it. "Worth every penny," the hairdresser assured me as we went out to her car. "Next time we can skip the preliminaries and get right down to business," she speculated. `Next time--` I thought, as a giant pulse grabbed my crotch.