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Long Weekend Ff

 

By the age of 15, I had had zero sexual experience and all I knew about the subject was what I had seen on the internet, alone in my room (which was plenty). The more I watched the more I got suspicious that a man makes love to a woman to satisfy himself only. Although the women in those films screamed a lot, it did not seem to be so much of pleasure. I had the distinct impression that the girls were being used by the boys. Then I discovered lesbian sex films. Women's love seemed to me more of a sharing nature than heterosexual love. But, for all I knew this was theory. The fact was that I started masturbating to lesbian films instead.

 

Around the time of that discovery, I went with my parents to spend a long weekend at the beach house of a friend couple of theirs. I knew them and I knew they had a daughter around 24-25 at that time that was studying to become a nurse, but I had never met her.

 

The house had two rooms on the ground floor and an isolated one on the first floor. That meant that Chris (that was her name) and I would have to sleep in the same upper floor room.

 

We got there just before lunch, introductions were made, and the house was shown to us. Chris wasn't there yet but she arrived a few minutes later, clad in a very (I mean very!) small bikini, covered by a long cotton blouse, so sheer that it left almost nothing to imagination. And, before I forget, she was gorgeous: 5'10", lean body, breasts not too large but incredibly firm, auburn hair, hazel eyes and a smile capable of making the walls of Jericho fall down. Her skin was, well... golden.

 

We sat down, the grown-ups (that is, everybody but me) had cocktails and we had lunch just after. Everybody was nice, conversation was light and Chris included me in, effortlessly.

 

After lunch, everybody was tired, either from the trip or from the beach and we decided to have a nap. I went up to our room with Chris and she told me to make myself comfortable while she would shower.

 

I was already in shorts and t-shirt and all I did was to remove my bra and to look in the mirror to make sure nothing could be seen (there wasn't much to be seen, anyway). I was worried that my nipples were showing through the material of the t-shirt. I went to my bed and embraced a pillow so that Chris could not notice that.

 

In a few moments she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, with her hair wet. She searched for a nighty, left it on her bed and un-wrapped the towel to dry her hair with it.

 

I had a 440-volt shock. This beautiful "old" girl I had met less than 2 hours ago was naked in front of me, And, boy!, what a body! The tan lines of her minuscule bikini were well marked; she had lovely medium sized breasts, small pink areoles, pencil-eraser nipples and an auburn bush trimmed to fit her small bikini bottoms.

 

All the time she was drying her hair and talking to me. What school was I in, what I wanted to do when I got to college age, what sports I practiced etc. I was sort of mesmerized with the view of her body and seemed a complete jerk by stammering and hesitating with my answers.

 

After a few minutes she dropped the towel, put the nighty on (I became under the impression that all her clothes were transparent) and fell on her bed.

 

She smiled at me, said "Sweet dreams", turned to the other side and gave me a panoramic view of her backside.

 

I was struck with love. This was the sort of girl that I had seen on my internet lesbian films, that I had masturbated to and that now was lying, semi-naked, two yards from me.

 

I never wanted to masturbate so hard, but was afraid to do so. When she turned around, though, her nighty crept up her thighs to just a fraction of an inch from her pussy. I could see her bush through the sheer material. Not masturbating then was not an option. I put my hand on my shorts and caressed my pussy, which was very wet, and worked myself to a nice but silent climax. I had to bite the pillow to avoid any noises.

 

I fell asleep for about one hour and Chris woke me up. She sat at the edge of my bed and said softly "wake up lazy girl. Let's get the last rays of sunshine". She caught my hand and pulled it towards her. I was still in a haze when she approached her nose to my fingers, smiled and said "Come now, the sun will not wait for you".

 

When I realized she had smelled my masturbating fingers I got red as a beet, and run to the bathroom in shame. I didn't know what to do. I had been caught in the act and there was nowhere to scape to. She cried "I'm on my way" through the door and left, which gave some time to recompose myself, wash my fingers and pussy and put on a bathing suit and follow her.

 

Everybody was at the beach. I sat down on an easy chair and was most uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

 

We had a light salad dinner around 8 PM and afterwards I said I wanted to go to my bedroom. My mom got worried I had "something" but I said I was just tired.

 

I could not sleep, obviously, but when I heard Chris coming up I pretended to. She came in, went to the bathroom, came out, changed into her nighty again, lied down on her bed, got her iPad, and started reading.

 

I was sort of restless and she noticed it, so she sat at the edge of my bed again and asked "Anything the matter sweetie? You have been behaving oddly since you woke up".

 

I was at a loss for words, and she asked "Can I help you?"

 

All I could say was "I am so sorry".

 

She smiled at me and said "What for?"

 

"You know what for!"

 

"No I don't"

 

"Yes! You smelled my fingers when you woke me up earlier"

 

"Yes I did, and they had a wonderful smell. So what?"

 

I started crying, "I am so ashamed"

 

She embraced me and said "Why cutie pie? Because I found out that you touched yourself?"

 

I started to cry rivers and dug my face on her breasts. "It's so wrong!"

 

She disengaged herself from me, looked me in the eyes and said, "There is nothing wrong, nor anything to be ashamed of. I do it all the time". She then kissed my front and embraced me tightly.

 

"What made you do it? Seeing me naked?"

 

I was confused, in shame, but grateful she was trying to ease it for me. "You are so beautiful!"

 

"You are too. I liked you from the moment I saw you. When I went to bed earlier I wanted to masturbate too."

 

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

 

"Yes. I love looking at women's bodies. I look at them on the internet all the time".

 

She was making me less guilty very fast: "You do? I do it too!"

 

"There are a few sites I love and I mean the real sites, not the free versions".

 

"I cannot see them. I can't pay for them. I don't have a credit card".

 

"Do you want to see one together with me now?"

 

I was so excited with the proposal that I didn't have to reply. She picked up her iPad and lied down beside me. She went to the Viv Thomas page. I had seen excerpts from her films on free sites and I admired them for their good taste and beautiful actresses.

 

She tapped her id and password and asked me to choose. I was like a kid in toy store. I chose one at random and we started watching. I rested my head on her breast and she embraced me. Her left hand and my right hand were holding the iPad together.

 

The film was Pink Velvet, a sequel of one I had seen before, with Lisa, one of my favorite stars. It was delicate and passionate. And it made horny as hell.

 

When it was over Chris chose another one, but before starting it, she arranged a pillow between our hips and laid the iPad there. We could still see the film, but our hands were free.

 

Halfway through it she pulled the hem of het nighty up and started to caress her pussy. She whispered in my ear, "I cannot hold it. I think you should do it as well and stop squirming."

 

We then watched the rest of the filming masturbating and, towards the end, I had a shattering orgasm and she followed suit a few seconds later.

 

After we recovered our breaths she caught my hand, smelled it, smiled, and licked my fingers while looking into my eyes. "Yummy" she said and gave me her hand for me to do the same. It was the first time I smelled and tasted a pussy other than mine and I was in heaven.

 

She kissed me lightly on the lips and said "Night sweet. Sleep tight!", and moved to her bed.

 

I don't think I ever went to sleep so happy in my life.

 

The next morning she woke me: "Come on lazy bird, this way you won't catch the worm". I smiled at her and she added, "We better shower. We don't want anybody else feeling our ... aromas, do we?"

 

She marched me to the bathroom and while I stood in the middle of it, not knowing what to do next, she stripped her nighty, sat on the commode, and peed. She made no effort to hide it. It was both gross and beautiful at the same time, watching that goddess peeing.

 

She wiped herself, flushed, pulled my nighty off, pointed to the commode and asked, "Wanna go?"

 

I was most embarrassed but I could not hold it any longer. She kept looking and I thought "Well she showed it to me, why shouldn't I?" and spread my legs a little for her to watch. I felt wicked!

 

She then turned the shower on, arranged two towels over a chair, tested the temperature and opened the door for me. I thought I had died and was in paradise. This "old" beautiful girl was going to shower with me?

 

She came in after me and started to lather herself up. She got some shampoo, washed her hair and then started to lather me up. First, my shoulders and arms, then my little breasts. I squirmed a little and she whispered, "They are beautiful" while she toyed with my nipples. I said, "They are too small. Yours are beautiful".

 

"Thanks sweetie pie. Do you want to touch them?" I could not believe my ears and took a moment too long. She got hold of my two hands and placed one on each breast. "Just do to mine what I am doing to yours".

 

I was so excited I could not believe it was happening. All that theory about womanly love being about sharing was proving true.

 

She then started lowering her hands toward my waist and back, towards my ass. The space between us became shorter and I was "forced" to do the same.

 

She changed position and started to wash my pussy which, as you may think, was wet (not because of the running shower) and my clit was out of its hood.

 

"Are you a virgin, sweetie pie?" I nodded and then she went round my backside, put her fingers through my crack and touched my anus, "And what about here?"

 

"Criiiiiiiiiiiis" I screamed, "What sort of question is this?"

 

She smiled that high wattage smile and said, "I'm not sure whether I was still a virgin there at your age".

 

She kept washing both my clit and my rosebud at the same time, sticking one knuckle into it. It didnīt take long for me to have a delicious orgasm.

 

After a few moments, she whispered, "Would you like to wash me too?"

 

I promptly agreed and touched another female pussy for the first time in my life. I was concentrated in discovering her hidden treasures with the tip of my fingers, how slippery the entrance of her vagina could get, when she whispered again, "Don't forget my bum".

 

So here I was, touching her just as she was touching me a couple of minutes ago. She moaned, "Push your finger further in!"

 

"Which one?"

 

"Both!"

 

I obliged and started doing an in and out movement with both my fingers until she came. Rather loudly in my opinion.

 

She kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "This way we will smell more of pussy, rather than less" and quickly rinsed both of us and turned the shower off.

 

The day was beautiful and we spent it at the beach. She invited me for a walk along the water and I promptly agreed.

 

"So, are you enjoying your stay with us?"

 

I laughed and said, "I am being very badly treated by my hosts daughter"

 

"Is it really?"

 

"Really, really, I never thought love could be so sweet. Are you a lesbian?"

 

"Strictly speaking, no. I enjoy both boys and girls. In truth, I like sex. The moment I laid my eyes on you I knew you were ready to be loved"

 

"Why"

 

"A sixth sense, perhaps"

 

"Do you date girls often?"

 

"Whenever it feels right. And, for the record, you are not the first I introduced to the game"

 

"I am madly jealous now"

 

"Shouldn't be. You have 100% of my attention this weekend. You cannot imagine what's going to happen to you tonight!"

 

"What?" I asked half-horny, half-afraid.

 

She laughed wickedly: "That is for me to know and for you to make yourself deserve it"

 

"I am wet in my pussy with that conversation and with that threat"

 

"Girl, you get wet so easily that you may get dehydrated. Let's go back to the house.

 

While everybody was having cocktails again, Chris blended me a pineapple juice with mint leaves and ice. It was thick, refreshing and cooled me off a bit inside.

 

After lunch we went to town, the women (including me) entered each and every shop, tried each and every piece of clothing and bought almost nothing. Ever heard of that before?

 

We had dinner at a beautiful restaurant over some rocks were the waves would break and form a curtain of spray with the sun setting in the backdrop. We all had grilled king prawns, butterflied, with a light spicy sauce. Because of that, I commented loudly that I was feeling hot inside. Chris dropped her napkin, picked it up, and on the way up whispered to my ear "Already?"

 

We giggled and our parents wanted to know why. "Private joke" said Chris, to more giggling.

 

We went back home and chatted for a while. My parents retired then and that was the cue for everybody else. Chris and I climbed the stairs to our room.

 

We alternated between a quick shower and brushing teeth and hair and then we marched together to the bedroom. We were both still wrapped in our towels and Chris said, "Promised things start to happen just know" and pulled both our towels so that we were naked in the middle of the room.

 

I was half-embarrassed being naked in front of her (again!) and half excited in anticipation of what was going to come. She sat on her bed and patted her own thighs, asking me to seat on her lap. I did and felt how warm and smooth her body was.

 

She kissed my lips, for real this time. Her tongue invaded my mouth while her hands started to caress my nipples. It was a wonderful sensation and we went on for a time long enough for her to whisper on my ear "Your pussy is wetting my thighs!"

 

I jumped and said, "I'm so sorry". She laughed, pushed me onto my bed, opened my legs in the most obscene fashion and said, "Let me examine what is happening down here". She started kissing around a large circle that went from my navel to the middle of my inner thighs, reducing the diameter of that circle at each turn (should I say lap?) until she got to the very center of me.

 

I was completely under her spell. I never thought that act that I had watched so often on the internet could be so delicious, so soft, and so intimate.

 

Without stopping, she rummaged under my bed and I suddenly feel something oddly hard and velvety at the same time being pushed into my bum. I raised a little to see a sort of plastic butt plug, hardly thicker than a hot-dog sausage disappear under my pussy and into my ass.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked, with a tone that really meant "Whatever it is, don't stop!"

 

She raised her mouth for a couple of seconds and laughed, "I am making it happen to you tonight, as promised", and went back to her licking.

 

"It is wonderful", I said.

 

"That's only the beginning" and she switched on a light vibrator. I was being attacked both on my clit and on my rosebud at the same time and I had multiple orgasms, for so long that I had to push her head away from my pussy. She gently pulled the plug out and asked, looking me in the eye: "Now you know. Not bad was it?"

 

I didn't have the stamina to answer just then, but the smile in my face must have been an appropriate enough answer.

 

We cuddled together and I fed on her breasts, feeling light, spent and happy.

 

After some time, she said, "Your sucking of my nipples is making even hornier than I already was". She took my hand and placed between her legs and I felt her pussy very wet.

 

"Do you want me to do to you what you just did to me?"

 

"Huh Huh!"

 

"Do you want the butt plug as well?"

 

"Huh Huh!, but not that one". She rummaged under my bed again and came with one that was at least twice as thick if not more.

 

I tried to repeat everything she did to me, and I enjoyed the first ever taste of a pussy, directly from the source. And, oh boy!, did she give me a lot of her juice to taste.

 

It was a long weekend and a very instructive one.

 

Back home, we saw each other for a long time until I went to college.