Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 05:18:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Christina di Filippo Subject: Plain Clara Ff _____________________________________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!! This work is copyrighted to the author. Please, do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. I will be pleased to receive your comments. Please send them to christinadifilippo@yahoo.com ______________________________________________________________________ In most of our romantic endeavors or in our every fantasy we imagine a girl that is beautiful, with a perfectly shaped body, a velvet skin and captivating smile. Clara was not remotely like that. She was a shy 14-year old girl, slightly overweight, with braces in her teeth and wearing thick glasses. Clara, in Portuguese, means light, as opposed to dark, and light she was. In a country where everybody worships the sun and being tanned is the number one beauty requirement, Clara stood out because of her almost white skin. She had the odd pimple, as most 14- year olds do, her breasts were still very small, her hair was thick and curly and her fashion consultant was, undoubtedly, her worst enemy. No one can say that Clara was ugly or fat. She was just plain and uninteresting but glasses and braces together with some extra 12 pounds is the sort of handicap no teenager needs. As is the case with most of the girls in my neighborhood, I am a sort of older sister to Clara. I have babysitted them all at some time in the past and they use me as their sentimental advisor, fashion consultant and living encyclopedia, regardless of my capacity of actually helping them with their problems. I am old enough to be someone they can trust, but young enough to understand them better than their parents (so they think). I encourage that intimacy because I really like them and because it gives me a vantage point to spot potential young lovers. A couple of them have entered into the wonderful world of girl love through my hands, so to speak. On a recent weekend it was Lenny's birthday and there was a party at her home. I was always invited to their parties but will rarely go. That time I went because Lenny's parents are surgeons and they had an unforeseen urgent call. They called me to keep the party on track while they were at the hospital. All the girls and boys of the neighborhood, some 20 of them, were there, dancing, chatting and being generally unbearable as teenagers tend to be. I was keeping an eye on them from afar, noting who was dancing with whom, which couples were forming and which were fighting. As there was no alcohol being served, things were going smoothly. More than once I noticed that Clara was alone. Once or twice I tried to keep her company but one of the girls would ask for some advice and drag me away from her. I was concerned because she was very shy and I didn't want her to be left alone. One of the times I looked for her I couldn't find her anywhere. I searched the entire ground floor and could not find her so I went upstairs and found her at Lenny's room, with red eyes as if she had cried. "What is happening Clara? Have you been crying?" "No" she lied. "I felt lonely down there and came up here to comb my hair." "Why don't you go downstairs and enjoy the party" "I never do. I think I don't like parties" I felt sorry for her and gave her a hug. She was surprised at first and then she gave me a tight hug, and hid her head against my arm. I said "I think we need to have a little chat dear, but we can't talk now. I have a party to manage. Why don't you come to my place tomorrow?" She sighed and said "OK". A few days after that she came by and met me in my room. I kissed her on the cheek and told her to sit down. "Now, young lady, why do you think you don't like parties?" With tears in her eyes she replied: "Because nobody pays attention to me. I am too ugly and the boys seem to ignore me completely". "Well, we can't have tat, can we? We have to do something about it. Can I be honest with you?" She looked at me, with expectation. "Adolescence tends to play havoc with girls looks. Some suffer more than others and you are one of them. Most of what makes you ugly will pass with time. And we can speed up a few things immediately" "How?" "Come with me!" I took her to a beauty saloon nearby and had a conference with the hairdresser and the make-up girl. We discussed which haircut would go best with her face, how we should redesign her eyebrows, removing unwanted hairs, what sort of make-up would enhance her favorable qualities and hide the unfavorable ones, what make-up should she use for different occasions etc. We spent a couple of hours putting our plans in action and the result was very good. Mind you, I could not make a new Nicole Kidman out of her. The raw materials just weren't there. I went with her to meet her mother. She was really surprised with the new looks of her daughter. I took her aside and told her of Clara's woes. I said I was trying to bust her confidence but she would need to make a little investment. "It would be nice if you could buy her a new, lighter pair of glasses or, better still, contact lenses". A few days later Clara came by to show me her new lenses. The change in hair was noticeable. "In a few months I will remove the fixed braces" she told me. "Good. I hope the boys will start noticing you now". She looked at the floor, shyly and didn't say anything. "What? Can't you notice how much more beautiful you look now? You must gather some confidence now and conquer the world, girl". She took some time to answer, and it came out with great difficulty: "I don't know whether I am all that interested in boys". My heart skipped beat. "What do you mean?" She didn't answer so I probed: "Are you saying you are interested in girls?' She looked at me, with tears in her eyes and nodded. "You should not feel ashamed of that. Many girls your age have a crush on other girls. Follow your instincts and you will do well". She smiled and said nothing. I continued probing: "Have you had any experiences yet?" "Oh no! I wouldn't have the courage". "So it is just your fantasy? Well, I used to have those same fantasies at your age" "Really?" She asked in surprise. "I could not have imagined. Did you ever have a ? er? an experience?" "Yes, I did. Some very good ones by the way". She was silent, wondering. I pushed a little more. "Do you masturbate when you fantasize?" She blushed deeply and nodded. "It is good, isn't it?" Again she nodded. I continued probing: "Do you fantasize about any of the girls that were in the party yesterday?" She was silent for a while and then she looked me in the eyes and said: "When I masturbate I think of you!" I was taken by surprise. I was trying to seduce her and she was seducing me! I was sitting on a deck chair and said to her: "Come here" I opened my legs and reclined and she sat between my legs with her back to me and reclined over me. I embraced her and asked: "Do you really masturbate thinking about me? Do you fantasize having sex with me?" "Yes" "And what do you do to me, in your fantasy?" She thought for a while and said: "Well, I started caressing your breasts" I put my hand under her t-shirt and cupped her small breast. She wore no bra, and I caressed her tit: "Like that?" "Yes, but I play with your nipple" I pulled her nipple with the tip of my fingers and lightly scratched around it with my nail. She moaned. "What else do you do to me?" "I kiss your nipple" "Do you suck it?" "Yes" "Like that?" I asked, pushing her aside and twisting her torso so that I could reach her breast. It was very small, with a pink protruding nipple which I covered with my mouth. I sucked her breast for a few moments and she started moaning louder. "And what else?" "I caress your whole body, until I get there" "There, where?" "Oh, you know?" "I don't know. I want to hear you saying it" She gathered courage and blurted: "I caress your pussy!" I gently caressed her body, around her navel, until I got to her shorts. I opened the button lowered the zipper and pushed my hand inside her panties. She was very wet and when I touched her "there" she opened her legs and said "Yes, that is it!" I caressed her pussy, fingered the entire length of her slit, felt her clit hardening more and more, and gently pushed my finger into her wet hole. She was extremely excited when I asked: "In your dreams do you touch me with my pants on or not?" She breathed deeply and said "Without" She helped me to get rid of her short and panties and I used one hand to caress her breast and the other to caress her pussy. I pumped my finger in and out of her vagina, coating it with her fluids and used the lubricated finger to quickly caress her clit. I could feel she was on the verge of coming, so I asked: "By then I will be coming in your hands, won't I?" "Yes, yes, you will. Oh Chris, don't stop. I am coming I am coooooming!" I left her orgasm subside with my finger still inside her pussy. When she started breathing normally I asked "Is there anything else you do to me" "Yes" "What?" "I lick your cunt" "Do you rally? And where did you learn all that?" "Surfing the web" I stood up, pulled her body to the edge of the chair and kneeled between her legs. She had a nice little pussy, pink, with very little hair and a longish clit, out of its hood. She smelled wonderful. I kissed around her pussy, and then very slowly started to pass my tongue all along her slit. "Is it like that? Is that the way you lick my cunt?" "Yes Chris, please lick it. Lick my clit, make me come again!" I gladly obliged. I sucked her clit while I worked my finger in and out of her hole and in a few moments she had a second orgasm. I looked her in the eyes and asked "Is that the way you fantasize about me?" "Yes, something like that?" "And why don't you make your fantasy a reality?" She looked at me, smiled, and kissed my lips. She then proceeded to repeat every touch, every caress I had done with her. She was eager as if she were hungry of sex. She licked my breasts and sucked my nipples. She pulled my pants off then my panties. She looked at my pussy and sat there, in a trance. "Oh Chris. It smells so nice". "It tastes even better. Why don't you try?" She lowered her mouth to my pussy and licked it. A little awkwardly in the beginning but quickly getting it right. I gave her instructions to stick her tongue inside my pussy, to lick my clit and then to suck it. I felt a huge orgasm was on the way. She raised her head and asked "Can I do something very wicked I learned on the Internet?" "Anything baby. Just don't stop" She slowly started licking downwards until she reached my anus with the tip of her tongue. "Yes baby, lick my ass. Stick your tongue in my hole" She did it for a while and then returned her attention to my pussy. I asked: "Wet your finger in my pussy and stick it into my asshole, please". She did it and I was hit by a long and intense orgasm. Later, when we were both lying on my bed, naked and spent, I told her: "One of these days you must explain those fantasies of yours in great detail" She smiled and at that moment she was really beautiful.