Virginia, Giselle and Autumn's Pas de Trois:
Unfinished Pleasure, Act One (Chapter 13)
"Auntie Giselle!!!"
A barefoot, brace-faced belle bounces
across her spacious front lawn to bound into Giselle's waiting arms.
"OMG, Zinnia calls her `auntie' – that is so fucking hot," I
murmur to Autumn.
"Pervert," is Autumn's only, and entirely correct, reply.
Giselle has Zinnia up off the ground and is spinning her round
and round and round.
"When did you get so grown up?" asks a wistful Giselle. "What
happened to my baby girl?"
Zinnia slides down Giselle, staying in as close contact with her
warm, statuesque frame as possible.
"I'm still small, just like you like `em!"
she answers, proudly. "I mean..." Zinnia points her thumb towards Autumn and me.
"...you clearly have a type."
Giselle blushes and bites her lips, in a rare moment of
speechlessness.
"Hey, Autumn!" Zinnia comes over and throws her arms around my
strawberry-scented girlfriend.
"Hi, darlin'," Autumn pulls out of the embrace just enough to look into Zinnia's face. "It's so good to see you."
And then those soft, blue eyes turn to size me up, over and
over.
"So...wow..." Zinnia begins. "I mean...okay...yeah...I totally get it.
You're...uh-huh..."
I start giggling and Giselle arrives just in time to get poked
in the ribs by Zinnia's elbow.
"Good for you, auntie!" Zinnia exclaims before ensnaring me in a
tight bear hug. "Welcome to Virginia, Virginia!"
I can already tell this is going to be a fun long weekend.
Early this morning, after Giselle served us a breakfast of
fresh-baked popovers with homemade strawberry butter, coffee, and bacon (always
bacon), we dropped Annabelle off before embarking on our all-day drive to
Zinnia and Chelsea's home in Virginia (with a necessary stop at Faidley's in Baltimore for the best crab cakes on the
planet).
We've arrived in the early evening, and this most welcome
affection – my squeeze with Zinnia clocking in longer than the ones with
Giselle and Autumn combined – recharges my travel-weary libido for the first
time since my goodbye kiss with Annabelle several hours ago. I'm extra grateful
that Zinnia shows no signs of ending our clinch, because I had no way of
visually perceiving her body underneath her plaid flannel pajamas, but now I
can feel her almost 12-year-old figure is developing cuddly curves.
Even though Zinnia doesn't exhibit the slightest bit of
discomfort with my groping, I try to save face anyway by saying, "These feel so
comfy. I love that you're already in your PJs."
"Aw, shucks. I'm a woman of leisure, I've been in these all
day."
"Mmm...that sounds marvelous. I can't
wait to get out of these clothes!"
"That makes two of us!"
"I mean..." I blush.
"I know what you mean, silly goose. Everyone's already in their
sleepwear, we're having a pajama party tonight! Here, I'll show you inside so
you can change."
"Well, my sleepwear is actually...nothing..."
"Ooo, la la!"
"But we did buy some outfits for the occasion. Shall I...model
them for you?"
"Um...yes, please!" Zinnia grabs my suitcase and starts escorting
me toward the house.
When I turn to follow her, I find myself faced with a
beautifully bare pair of legs and feet standing on the front porch. My gaze
scans up to behold a zaftig, young teen body clad in a pink sleepshirt from the
New York City Ballet that reads, "The Sleeping Beauty." Her straight, scarlet
hair is pulled back into a messy bun and her wide, hazel eyes are fixed on me
like I'm a newly discovered mythical creature.
"Hey, you must be Hannah!"
"Must I? I mean, yeah...that's me! I'm Hannah! Hi..." Her voice is
so soft and raspy...such a turn-on!
"Virginia...so nice to meet you!" I reach out and firmly shake her
hand.
"Cool shirt," she says, admiring my baby tee depicting Sailors
Neptune and Uranus. "Are you into the original Japanese or the American
interpretation?"
"You mean, do I see them as lovers or as cousins?"
"Um...yeah..."
"Can't they be both?"
Hannah purses her lips as her cheeks flush and her eyes dart
around aimlessly. I giggle and teasingly nudge her with my shoulder as I brush
past.
Zinnia leads me upstairs by the hand: "You bloody genius!" she
praises. "You've already hooked Hannah!"
"I'm planting seeds," I shrug. "We'll see what grows."
"You'll be staying down the hall, but here, let's pop into my
room for the fashion show."
Zinnia plops my bag on her bed and begins to open it while I
soak in the vibe. Her bedroom is much as I expected; a little bit goth, a
little bit hippie, although a whole lot more Wicca than I would have guessed.
The sounds of dinner preparation and various voices from downstairs wash over
me like a warm wave of female energy.
"Your home is so cozy and vibrant!"
"Thanks!" Zinnia rifles through my clothes. "You don't seem to
have packed any underwear."
She turns to see that I have completely stripped naked and was
only wearing a t-shirt and lacy white shorts.
"And you're not wearing any either!"
"I haven't worn panties in months." I stand right next to her
and yank a couple of new sleepwear sets out of my belongings.
"Giselle was right about you. You are BOLD."
"I don't know about all that. I just like to be comfy." I slip
into a cami top and matching shorts with donuts printed on them.
Zinnia's face lights up and a beam from the setting sun streams
through her window to glint off her alluring braces.
"You like?"
"I love! Except..." Zinnia picks up a hairbrush and proceeds to
part my long tresses, wrangling them into twin tails and tying them off with
scrunchies.
"Good?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah," Zinnia affirms, licking the corner of her mouth. She
keeps scrutinizing the sleep set, however.
"I have this same style with cherries on them..."
Zinnia eyeballs my utterly bare legs for, like, a really long time, quite unsure of what to do with herself...or
me, for that matter.
"So, I'm thinking...the whole Lolita look may be more my kink than
Hannah's..."
"Got it...no worries!" I chirp, removing the pajamas. "I'll
reserve this for when it's playtime for you and me."
"Aaaaaaand...you're naked again."
"You'll get used to it. Here, I have some more elegant items..." I
slide on a lavender babydoll nightie with a bow in
the front. "I also have this in pink."
"Okay, I thought your legs were poppin'
before, but...wah-BAM! Glory be,
dancers have the best legs!"
"Thanks!" I giggle.
"Now, my mom's wearing something almost exactly like this –
which is totally a compliment, she's like a style icon – so if your goal is to
get with her, this is the hot ticket."
Holy crap, did she just grant me permission to seduce her mom???
"Noted..." is all I can think to say as my head swims with
possibilities I hadn't consciously considered.
"Now..." Zinnia digs in my eclectic couture again. "Hannah's taste
is classy but also quirky, so how about this..." She produces a pair of lacy
black bike shorts just like the white ones I was just wearing. "...with this?"
Zinnia holds up a black, off shoulder tee with Japanese writing on it.
"Well, that's a regular outfit..."
"Lots of girls wear normal attire to bed..." She turns to confront
my nudity again. "...which you know nothing about `cause
CLEARLY we can't keep clothes on you!"
"I'm sure you have that influence on lots of girls," I flirt,
handing her the rejected nightie as she passes me the shorts. I step into them
and get a thrill out of feeling the spandex hugging my buttocks.
"Okay...yes..." appraises Zinnia. "The legs are working their
magic..." She checks out my behind. "...and we got that cutie patootie in
business."
Zinnia helps me on with my top.
"...and we've got the bare shoulder action..."
"This is so much fun! Will you dress me all weekend?"
Zinnia zones out, staring at my belly button. "Uhh...sure! Dress you...undress you...whatever!"
"Yay!" I titter, raising my arms in triumph.
Zinnia goes wide-eyed: "You know...your midriff is the crown jewel
of this whole ensemble...I just –" She reaches out to grab me but stops herself.
"Okay! So, I'm gonna need a few minutes to myself, so
you can skedaddle and go meet the rest of the gang while I tidy up here and
take care of...something..."
I step right up to Zinnia. "You're sure you don't want me to
stay? You're all in a tizzy and I feel responsible."
"I would LOVE for you to stay, but..."
"You want Giselle to be your first, I know."
"Wow...you really get me."
"And Hannah is your OTP."
Zinnia lifts her face to heaven and her hand to her heart as
tears well up in her pretty eyes.
"She so is! You're so understanding. But...ohh...you're
so sweet and sexy...I wish..."
"Look, we seriously both need a release. I haven't gotten any
since last night and you're all...het up. My bad. But we can totally satisfy each
other without touching."
"We can?"
"Do you trust me?"
"So much."
I climb up on to her cushy queen bed and invite her up to join
me. I indicate that Zinnia should rest against the headboard and gesture for
her to toss me one of her many pillows so I can lean on the high footboard. She
looks a little more relaxed luxuriating on her remaining six pillows
and we face each other squarely.
"Now...show me what you were going to do after I left the room."
"Oh! Oh, my..." Zinnia fuddles. "I thought...you were going to do
something to me. This is way more intimate than I expected."
"It is intimate...and I am doing something to you. I'm watching
you, and you're watching me."
"Okay..." Zinnia smiles.
My fingers wriggle under my tight shorts until they cup my
vulva. Zinnia follows my lead but with much less resistance from her pajama
bottoms. I can tell that she's reached her target when her breathing slows and we both start massaging gentle circles into
ourselves.
Zinnia's ceaseless ear-to-ear grin makes her braces look even
more delectable. I keep my smile closed-mouthed and enigmatic, although I'm
feeling no less elated.
I am way too constricted by my skimpy shorts to get any useful
traction going, so I ask, "Mind if I take these off again?"
"Please do?"
I retract my hand and slip my thumbs under the waistband to peel
off the practically painted-on garment.
"Thanks...there's literally zero wiggle room in these things."
"I'll bet! Umm...may I keep mine on? I'm a little shy."
"Keep the mystery alive, sis! You do you. I'll see your cute
little bod soon enough. I love surprises."
"Ugh, it's all changing so fast. I feel so gangly."
"You're adorably caressable! You have
no idea. It's taking all my self-discipline to keep my hands to myself."
"Oh, so you WERE feeling me up!"
"Naturally."
"You're forgiven. Especially since your hands are absolutely
where they are most meant to be right now."
Not having the foggiest notion what she could possibly mean, I
discover that my fingers have been spreading my labia wide open, putting on
quite the presentation of perfect pinkness for my plucky new pal.
Feigning this is what I intended all along, I stroke my cheek
against my one bare shoulder demurely and say, "Glad you're enjoying the show."
"I'll say!" Zinnia replies, her eyes becoming increasingly
enthralled by my exhibition. "I've never seen another girl like this before.
You're glorious! I wish I had your confidence."
This reminds me of one of the first things Giselle ever wrote
about me in our diary – how she perceived me as this pinnacle of
self-possession, when in truth all my most audacious moments have been inspired
by observing Giselle. I summon all the composure she displayed the first time
she masturbated for me.
"I wasn't born brazen. It takes practice."
Zinnia's mouth waters, "Do you always do this much foreplay on
yourself?"
"Sometimes. I love the way my body responds to my touch so I
could be at this for hours. And other times I just like getting in there and
going to town."
"Yes...that! Can you show me that? Please?"
"Ohh...I see. You wanna
unleash a wild child loose in your bed, huh?"
Her comely auburn locks bounce delightfully as Zinnia vigorously
nods in the affirmative.
"Okay, but I'm warning you...she's awfully hard to put back in her
cage."
Zinnia's eyes twinkle: "Good."
I place all four of my fingers on my juicy inner labia and work
them around to get them nice and slick. I impulsively strike my vulva hard,
creating a deliciously moist slapping sound.
"Oh!" cries Zinnia. She definitely didn't
see that coming.
A wicked smirk creeps across my face as I raise my hand higher
to land an even harsher smack on my poor defenseless cunt.
"Oh, my!" Zinnia's sustained shock may be due to my persistent
punishment of my own pussy or more likely it's the chance cloud of fine mist
launched by the swat from my hand slamming down on my vagina. I'd better be
careful; if I'm this wet already, Zinnia may be in for sudden showers far too
soon in our budding friendship.
An exquisite Southern breeze whispers in through the open
window, distributing the hovering vapor to humidify our happy faces. My hand
holds fast at its last point of impact as the last vestiges of pleasurable pain
ripple throughout my nervous system.
I've been keeping one eye on the subtle clitoral circling
underneath Zinnia's cozy PJs, and her expression of excited anticipation as she
waits with baited breath for my next maneuver is all I
need to light my fuse.
I savagely flicker my twat hell-bent for leather and Zinnia sits
up to spectate like she's watching the most thrilling race of her life. My
relentless rubbing lasts a solid thirty seconds until I, too, come to sit fully
upright, gripping the bedspread with my free hand, mouth silently agape
preceding the inevitable detonation. The naked heel of Zinnia's foot
accidentally (on purpose?) brushes against mine and I heavily flop back down
and burst into hysteria, shaking the bed and cackling like a woman possessed.
I gradually regain my chill, my climax ebbing to just a few
moans and chuckles. This is the closest I've come to feeling what Giselle must
experience when she has those psychokenetic giggling orgasms
when she's completely over the moon.
"Oh, my goodness, Virginia...you are so cool."
Who, me? I think to myself. Oh, right! I'm playing the part of
the cool girl this weekend...
Casting aside my signature blushing and avoidance of eye
contact, I remember Autumn's instructions, blowing a kiss to Zinnia and saying,
"You're sweet."
Seeing that Zinnia hasn't progressed beyond her idle twiddling,
I pet her soft sole with my bare foot and ask, "So, what pops your cork,
honey-bun?"
Zinnia exhales slowly. "If you keep doing that, I'll be there in
no time!"
My amorous paw retires a couple of inches out of her reach.
"I'm sorry, I promised no touching. I'll stop."
"You don't have to! It's just...I love feet."
"Me too..." I say, tenderly.
"I mean...I really love...your feet."
I wriggle my toes back over to Zinnia's darling foot and resume
my delicate stroking. She bites her lip and lolls her head back while her
fingers rev up more deliberate diddling. As she works herself up into more of a
frenzy, I am diametrically methodical in my pedal exploration. My foot lightly
skims along Zinnia's curvaceous arch, orbits her rosy heel, glides back up to
the smooth ball of her foot, and finally frolics with those scrumptious
tootsies.
Zinnia slows her roll and brings her gaze forward to meet mine.
She looks so tasty in her pre-orgasmic state, huffing and panting through all
the tantalizing sensations. Her breathing eases and she tilts her head, smiling
at me endearingly.
"You look so happy," I observe. "You were almost on cloud nine."
"Yeah...almost. I just don't want you to stop, this feels so
good."
I rub my whole foot atop her instep and purr, "Take all the time
you want, cutie-pie. I have no where better to be."
"Mmm, I love it when you call me pet
names," Zinnia hums. Then she points at my chest and asks, "What's that say?"
"Hm?" I peek down at the Japanese letters on my shirt. "Oh,
nothing. Autumn got it for me. It's just supposed to look cool."
"You don't need any help looking cool."
"You are such a doll!" In my outburst, my toenails idly graze
Zinnia's sensitive sole and she starts giggling.
"Oh...you're ticklish?"
"Very!"
"How wonderful!" I pitilessly flutter my toes at Zinnia's most
delicate sweet spot and she goes through the roof.
"Eeeeeeeek! Virginia!!!"
Audible squishiness fills my ears as Zinnia rigorously agitates
her clitoris. Giggles turn to ultrasonic squeals and
I'm legitimately concerned for any dogs that may be in earshot. Finally,
Zinnia's fingers break the sound barrier and her voice
drops to bassy guffaws while her hips quake and the
rustic bed creaks.
A breathless Zinnia puffs a strand of hair away from her face
and exclaims, "Mercy me! That was amazing!"
Zinnia goggles at me sucking scrumptiousness from my fingers.
"Did you just come again??" she gawks.
"Of course. You're so pretty when you come, I couldn't help
myself."
In a flash, she appears intensely innocent and fragile.
"You're the first to ever see me do that," she admits.
I sit up and reach over to fondle her foot.
"The first of many," I say before lifting her foot to my lips
and placing a leisurely kiss just below her toes. I breathe in the clean scent
of sunshine and grass. "You're gonna have the best
birthday weekend ever."
Zinnia can't take her eyes off me as I rise and shimmy back into
my shorts. I kiss the tips of my fingers and flutter them in farewell as I
slowly back out of the room, making sure my alluring eyes stay on hers until
the last possible second.
I pause just outside the door to catch my breath. Being this rad
sex bunny is exciting but so exhausting! How do Autumn and Giselle keep it up?
I guess it's just second nature to them and I'm still learning. Better pace
myself so I don't get overwhelmed by our erotic excursion.
I find an upstairs bathroom to freshen up in and the chatter of
many girls and the clatter and aroma of cooking fill my senses again. As I
descend the stairs to meet more tempting cuties, the most tempting of them all
stands there waiting for me.
"There she is!" Chelsea chirps. "Thought my daughter had stolen
you away forever...not that I could blame her!"
As advertised, she's wearing a babydoll
nightie similar to mine, only in yellow, and she's
certainly got the goods to fill it out better than I can.
"Thank you so much for having me. It's so beautiful here."
"Welcome home, sweetpea," Chelsea
sweeps me into a dreamy embrace and I'm treated to a
face-full of her petite but prominent cleavage.
I've been waiting so long to drink in the fragrance of her skin
which is warm, sweet, and citrusy, like honeysuckle. It feels like she would
let me stay like this forever but that would be unseemly, so I pull back
slightly to look up into her kind eyes. Chelsea smiles a toothy grin and I
admire her dimples framed by her natural blonde locks. She takes my face in her
soft hands and then playfully tugs at my double side pony.
"Did Zinnia do your hair?"
"Yeah...she thinks Hannah will like it."
"I sense an ulterior motive. My girl loves her some twin tails."
"Nothing covert about it. She's made her investment in my
appearance quite clear."
"As well she should. I, for one, could stand here doting on you
all night, but you have some lovely ladies waiting on introductions. Shall we?"
Chelsea takes my hand and brings me to the kitchen where first I
shake hands with beautiful blonde Erin, who is just as winsome and soft-spoken
as foretold, but damn if that peach silk chemise doesn't leave any of her
curves to the imagination.
Then, perky pixie June greets me with a touchy-feely grapple
which shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. Definitely
gotta keep my eye on her, in more ways than
one, since she is simply fetching in her leggy blue cotton romper perfectly
matched by her short spiky brown hair and happy-go-lucky smile that lights up
the room.
The cute couple go back to mashing potatoes while Giselle and
Autumn, still in their street clothes, messily make biscuits. I sidle up to
Hannah who is snapping the ends off green beans.
"May I help?"
"Sure."
I snag a bean and break off one end, enjoying the crisp sound
and scent of the fresh veggie. Hannah robotically stays on task, although she's
intermittently distracted by my chest for Goddess knows what reason.
"See something you like?" I needle, bumping my hip into Hannah.
"I'm just wondering why your shirt says `Autumn's waifu'..."
I drop my beans and glare slack-jawed at Autumn.
"Ichigo, how could you?? You said it
meant nothing!"
"You misunderstood me, Snowflake. I said it means EVERYTHING."
My cheeks burn with embarrassment and Autumn makes kissyfaces at me.
Erin, June, Giselle, and Chelsea make a scene gushing over the
sickening display and Hannah softens the shame by asking, "You call her
strawberry?"
"Yeah...she smells like strawberries."
Hannah leans over and breathes in a whiff of Autumn's lustrous
jet-black hair.
"Oh, yeah..."
"So, you speak Japanese?"
"I'm learning." Hannah keeps working on the string beans but
still can't help casting glances at me from time-to-time. "What do I smell
like?"
Yes! I've got her on the line for sure. She's not showing a lot
of skin so I get on tippy-toes to sniff her long,
lovely neck.
"Mmm...roses."
"Really?" Hannah samples the scent of her own arm. "I think
you're teasing me."
"Maybe just a little."
She really does smell like roses, by the way. Fresh and
wholesome...for now.
After a moment of careful consideration, I declare, "I'm going
to call you Hanaka."
"Oh, I would love that!"
"What does it mean?" Chelsea asks.
Hannah blushes at the realization that her aunt has been
listening in on our flirtation.
"Oh..." Hannah's barely audible answer begins. "...it
means...beautiful flower."
"Depending on how you write it," Autumn interjects. "It can also
mean fragrant flower or summer flower, all of which..." She also takes in a deep
lungful of Hannah's aroma. "...are true."
OMG, the emergent sexual tension is so barefaced I start running
at the mouth: "And Giselle smells of lilacs and Chelsea smells like..."
All eyes are on me as my secret crush is exposed.
"...honeysuckle."
Chelsea favors me with rosy-cheeked kindness.
"What a glorious garden we all are." And with that Chelsea turns
to check on the crown roast.
Blessedly, my indiscretion is lost on Hannah: "So, you smell
like snowflakes?"
"No, that's...something else."
Autumn, intent on coaching my courting, giggles knowingly.
Again, Hannah is oblivious. I can't believe how into me she seems to be!
Whoa! Now Hannah has bent down and has her nose buried in my
nape, spiritedly inhaling my natural fragrance.
"Certainly no snowflake scent here..."
she begins. "You're more spicy? Like a sweet spice.
Cinnamon? And something more...can't quite place it..."
"Vanilla."
Hannah satisfies her exploration of my essence and straightens
up again.
"Wow...you're complex."
"Oh, my dear..." I smolder at her with a sexy flip of my twin
ponytails. "You don't know the half of it."
Hannah's eyes widen just as when she first caught sight of me,
and right then Zinnia makes her entrance.
"I can't leave all y'all alone for five minutes without you
strumpets sniffing around each other like dogs in heat..."
"You were gone far longer than five minutes, darling," denotes
Chelsea, kissing her daughter on the temple.
"I had lady business to attend to," Zinnia winks in my
direction. Her fingertips graze my thigh as she walks by
and I follow her to the fridge to snag a seltzer.
"Keep it up, sis!" she whispers. "You've got Hannah eating out
of the palm of your hand!"
"Hopefully that's not all she'll be eating out."
"Ooo, you're bad!" Zinnia chortles.
Hehe! I love that Zinnia has adopted me as her naughty little
sister, but I guess that makes Chelsea my...mom? Oy vey, I'd better keep my pervy
mind in check if I'm going to leave any shred of my dignity intact.
"Okay, girls..." Chelsea announces. "The lamb is almost ready so
let's get those biscuits baking and the beans blanching..."
The rest of the evening goes off without further erotic incident
(mostly). Following the most scrumptious homecooked meal I've ever had, six
giggly tweens and teens and two courteous young adults retire to the living
room, chatting into the wee hours, singing, laughing, painting one another's toenails
(which certainly got a rise out of me), Giselle baking brownies, consuming said
brownies, June and Giselle braiding everyone's hair...
My next conscious awareness is Giselle sweetly smiling at me in
a marigold tulle tea gown embroidered with white flowers. It's morning. I'm in
bed in the guest room. And I'm naked.
"Like my peach picking outfit?" Giselle asks, giving her skirt a
twirl.
"Is that what we're calling it now?"
"We're going actual peach picking, Little Miss One-Track Mind!"
I turn my face to the window to see the just risen sun,
beautiful but unwelcome.
"What time is it?"
"It's peach picking time!"
I groan, "What's with you? You're so not a morning person."
"When I'm a country girl, I am!"
I peek under the covers to confirm my nudity.
"Did I miss anything good last night?"
"Only falling blissfully asleep in my lap, being carried up to
bed, and having a splendid skin-to-skin slumber."
"Mmm...I do rest better in the nude."
"It's our favorite sleepwear!"
"Sad that I missed feeling your soft skin next to mine. Can't we
just stay in?"
"She has a point, babe." Autumn enters from the hall, looking
flawless as ever in a black denim miniskirt and a Joan Jett crop top. "Plenty
of sweet, juicy peaches ripe for picking right here."
Autumn gooses Giselle and makes her squeal before coming over to
kiss me good morning.
"Come on...wakey, wakey, you! It's 6:30," she says, way too
cheerfully.
"Oh, Autumn, not you, too! There's no such thing!" Then I make
the fatal mistake of reaching out toward my bonny lasses. "You both look so
hot. Come back to bed with me!"
Giselle and Autumn trap me in a no-win tug-o-war and their
combined goddess strength yanks my naked ass out of bed just as Zinnia swoops
in holding the most stunning lilac lace dress. Zinnia herself is sporting the
comfiest blue silk brocade pajamas.
"Ooo! Don't start the show without me!
Just look at what I found in my mom's wardrobe! This was hers when she was just
a little younger than you."
My jaw drops. Just the thought of dressing in something of Chelsea's
renders me indescribably aroused and inarticulate.
"It's...exquisite..."
"Style icon from birth, I'm telling ya."
Zinnia holds the dress up against me and it looks like it'll fit perfectly.
"Oh, yeah...can't believe I'm so quick to cover up your au naturel beauty, but
let's get this puppy on that cute little bod immediately."
"I need a shower first. Care to join me?"
"I had one but I'm happy to watch!"
"Okay!"
Zinnia lays the dress on the bed and takes my hand to usher me
through the hall to the bathroom.
"Good morning, Erin!" I peep, as the bosomy blonde emerges from
the steamy room wearing nothing but a towel.
"It is now!" she reacts, her amused, wide eyes taking in my
nakedness.
We brush past the lavender-fragranced teen to lock ourselves in
the bathroom where I treat Zinnia to a slow and sensual sponging spectacle.
Once Zinnia helps me towel off and brushes my hair, we return to
the guest room where she drapes me in the most elegant garment that's ever
adorned my young body. I hadn't realized it's an off-the-shoulder dress before,
and Zinnia wrangles my crimson mane into a ponytail to fully show off my supple
shoulders. The finishing touches are the ruby heart necklace from my birthday
and the amethyst anklet from my first date with Giselle.
Zinnia has me wait at the top of the stairs for my grand
entrance.
She marches down ahead of me and gallantly announces, "I present
to you all...my latest masterpiece!"
My bare feet descend and I can feel all
eyes on me even though I only have eyes for Giselle who is the first to greet
me with stunned astonishment.
"Oh, Virginia, you will never cease to take my breath away."
"That's going to be a problem since I'm always breathless around
you. We'll need someone with us at all times who knows
CPR."
June's hand shoots up fast as lightning.
"Oh, me! Me!" she giggles.
Chelsea approaches considerately, as if I'm some rare, beautiful
creature she doesn't want to scare off.
"You're pulling off that dress far better than I ever did."
"I highly doubt that. But I'm game to pull off any dresses of
yours anytime."
Chelsea is way too classy to react strongly to my flirting but she is blushing appreciably.
"I'm sure I can find some more of my childhood couture that will
suit you."
Zinnia hugs me possessively from behind: "Mom! She's my dolly
for the weekend!"
"Zinnia, what have we learned about sharing?"
Sharing?? WHAT IS HAPPENING. Someone better fuck me soon or I'm gonna burst.
Then Chelsea asks me, "Want a waffle, darlin'? Everyone else has
eaten."
"Yes, please!"
I follow Chelsea to the kitchen where she starts fixing me a
fresh-baked Belgian waffle while I help myself to some coffee.
"At the risk of incurring Zinnia's jealousy, I've put a few of
my best pre-teen dresses in your room to take home."
"Like, for keeps?? I thought I was just borrowing this."
"What good are they doing in my closet when they can live again
looking fabulous on you?"
"Wow...thank you. I promise I'll take really good care of them.
But won't you want them back? What if you have another daughter?"
"Then you'll have outgrown them by then and can gift them to
her."
"Oh, yeah. But at the rate I'm growing I'm not so sure."
"Oh, hush. You have a darling figure. I've always loved my
petite body."
"Me too! I mean..." I'm so embarrassed I don't know whether to
commit to the courtship and throw myself at her or if I should just crawl off
into a corner and die.
Good thing Chelsea is no stranger to receiving flattery with
grace. Her apple cheeks glow with charmed gentility as she plops a piping hot
waffle on my plate and promptly slathers it with butter.
"Here, we'd better satisfy at least one of your cravings before
your pretty little head pops off."
"Am I that transparent?"
"I recognize one of my own. You forget I was a wild child much
like yourself before becoming the domestic goddess you see before you."
Regaining moxie from Chelsea's willingness to play the game, I
reply, "Oh, I didn't forget, I'm counting on it."
Chelsea laughs, "You are a handful!"
"Someday I hope to be two handfuls."
I drown my waffle in pure maple syrup, add two strips of
thick-cut bacon to my plate, and we adjourn to the sweet country air of the
back patio where we continue kibitzing and Chelsea allows me to play footsie
with her soft, pale bare feet under the table.
Once I've had my fill of food and flirtation, I rejoin the group
and we all (minus Chelsea who stays behind for a richly deserved break from
outstanding mommyhood) pile into Chelsea's minivan to
travel to the orchard. With Giselle at the wheel, Autumn riding shotgun, and
Erin and June in the center, I find myself sandwiched between Zinnia and Hannah
for what I hope isn't the last time.
After a ten-minute ride, we arrive at the peach orchard with a
quaint little barn out front that's been converted into a farm store. Most of
the girls go up to the lady at the counter to get a couple of empty
half-bushels to collect peaches in while Giselle makes a beeline for the back
of the shop, and I follow in hot pursuit.
"Giselle! Aren't we picking peaches?"
"Patience, my love. Come help me find something."
I catch the eye of a chestnut-haired cutie about my age wearing
a black t-shirt from a metal band I don't know. She smiles discreetly at we
overdressed barefoot city girls and goes back to her work sorting seed packets
behind the counter.
Accompanying Giselle into a nook filled with jams and jellies, I
ask, "What are we looking for?"
"This." Giselle bends forward to kiss my long-deprived lips.
"Ooo! And this! Score!" Giselle snags
a jar off the shelf.
"Giselle, behave! I'm wound up enough already!"
"Tell me about it! Black raspberry jam
is nearly impossible to find."
I smile disarmingly and wait for Giselle to kiss me again which
she does now with far less urgency and far more tongue. After a moment, even
with my eyes blissfully closed I get the feeling we're being watched. Opening
my left eye a bit, I see that hot metal chick checking
us out from behind a poorly drawn curtain to a back room.
Sensing my distraction, Giselle ceases the smooch and turns to
look at our admirer. The girl grins invitingly and curls a beckoning finger
towards us. The bewitching beauty then retreats back
into the darkness.
Giselle regards me with an expression of "Shall we?" on her face
and I return the inquiry with a silent "What the hell" shrug.
We scurry past produce and potpourri, through the curtain into a
dim kitchen accented with the aroma of freshly baking pies and apple cider
donuts.
The smirking siren is still slowly slinking away
and I simply rush up on her and start snogging the daylights out of her. She
tastes of cinnamon sugar although she's the one making pleasantly contented
yummy sounds.
I back her into a baking counter and stop kissing her briefly to
reach behind to unzip my dress. The girl's dark eyes twinkle with arousal as my
only clothing item drops, rendering my freckled body fully nude quick as a
wink.
Giselle deftly catches the vintage garment before it hits the
ground and finds a safe place to hang it up while I reach for the waistband of
the girl's black jeans. I assay her face waiting for her blessing and she gives
me a breathless nod. My fingers begin to fumble with the buttons and her
voracious mouth thrusts forward to slurp up my tongue.
Once I finally get her pants open, I create a loud smacking
noise when I pull away from her lips. Falling to my knees and yanking her jeans
and underpants all the way down to her combat boots, my tongue dives in for its
first taste of tangy twat in almost two days. Savoring the smoothness of this
beautiful bald beaver, I peer up into the euphoric face of a fellow child with
the realization of this being the first preteen pussy I've ever eaten.
The girl's cool chick composure doesn't stand a chance against
my merciless munching and in next to no time I have her barking and growling,
plainly not giving any fucks to how loud she is. She aggressively holds my head
in place to ensure that every orgasmic quake impacts
in my mouth.
Kept captive to her coochie, I have a
second to process what a turn on it is to be with someone who sees what she
wants and doesn't hesitate to throw caution to the wind. I guess I'm becoming
one of those girls too and it's so exciting!
My anonymous hook-up peels my face away from her snatch and
doubles over to plant the softest kiss on my moist mouth. Her brunette locks
tickle my cheek when she turns her head to get a thrill out of a very naked
Giselle approaching.
She returns to her full height in time to receive a luscious
kiss from my dearest love. Giselle lifts the girl's t-shirt and I slobber my
way up to her silken belly button. The shirt raises higher, revealing a
glorious prepubescent chest as flat as mine, and I pounce on her perfect pink
nipples. I leave her toned torso a glistening wonderland as I festoon a string
of spit from tit to armpit. My gamble in testing her freak-o-meter pays off
handsomely for she harshly grabs my nape to make me stay put. I gobble her
underarm for a minute before she turns again to give Giselle a once-over and
then shoves the lion's share of Giselle's right boob in her mouth.
For a woman having her first threesome with two underage
hussies, Giselle is surprisingly serene especially given the real likelihood of
getting caught. My sweetheart fawns over this curious kid, stroking her hair
fondly, transforming the timbre of our shagging to a mellower pace. Always
taking my cues from Giselle, I lazily nuzzle and peck my way back down the
mostly undressed girl until I'm on my knees again, leisurely untying one of her
boot laces. Sliding off the combat boot and one pant leg, I find a big,
beauteous, bare foot – rough, ruddy, and smelling of pine as if she's been
climbing trees in bare feet (and hopefully far less attire than that). Never
being in possession of even one ounce of chill where foxy feet are concerned, I
sensuously suck on all five toes at once.
The girl giggles and detaches from Giselle's breast. She's
laughing so much, Giselle needs to prop her up. Once
I'm ready to relinquish my snack, I lower her foot to the ground and get to
work on the other boot.
Licking her chops, the strange strumpet points at Giselle's lush
labia and then at her own libidinous lips. Giselle's eyes seem to ask "Really?"
and the girl nods affirmatively, and Giselle wastes no time in climbing onto
the counter to mount her eager face.
She is noticeably no novice at this as her lips and tongue dance
nimbly through the forest of pubic hair and over the downy, damp terrain.
Watching this random young slut pleasuring my precious girlfriend makes me want
to get right in there with them so badly, but I also want to show this chick
the time of her life, so once I free her opposite foot, my tongue goes to town
on her heel, sole, and toes.
Her reborn giggling only serves to stimulate Giselle's clitoris
even more as they both moan merrily. Easing up on the ticklish trollop, I lick
my way up her slim leg and reinstall my tongue into her oozing honey pot.
I delight in the delectable vaginal drink dribbling down my
cheeks and chin as I drill deeper. A trickle from above signals that my beloved
is similarly besmearing the nubile nymphet with her glorious girly goo. A brave
bead rolls down the girl's smooth body and happens upon my mouth, the familiar
flavor mingling with the novel taste sensation. As much as I enjoy tantalizing
my new toy, this amuse-bouche from mio vero amore motivates me to fast-track my tonguing so I can
divert my services elsewhere.
Gulping down the girl's second coming, I rise to admire
Giselle's creamy hindquarters. There will never come a day when I am not
dazzled by the sight of her full flaxen bush framing her pretty
pink labia and her succulent seductive butthole always patiently poised
to receive my probing organ to fulfill her purpose.
French kissing her tender asshole causes Giselle's coochie to sink lower into the little lassie's lucky mouth.
She groans and giggles softly, slowly grinding her cunt into the girl. Under
the guidance of our young tongues, Giselle gifts the easy urchin with a gushing
orgasm. I thrill to her butt cheeks slapping my face with every throb and
tremble as Giselle completes her climax amid a chorus of moans and yummy
noises.
The girl straightens up to stretch out her awkward back-bent
pussy feasting position and her dripping wet face instantly lights up at the
sight of me incessantly lapping at Giselle's anus. Her hand covers her heart and she bounces all aflutter over my amorous ass
eating until she can't take being a bystander any more: she grabs my arm and
playfully slams me against a wall, dropping to her knees and burying her face
in my butt.
She raucously eats me out and I quit caring how loud I'm being
myself. I drool deliriously while the hepped-up
harlot drives her tongue deep into my favorite opening.
Giselle strolls over for a better view of the action and she
luxuriously leans against the wall to play with herself. With one hand filled
with boob and the other fiddling away at her clit, Giselle's lusty look
enthralls me as the furious tongue fucking from this unfamiliar floozy has my
ass coming in nothing flat.
A warm draft blows in through a screen door, cooling my
hotter-than-the-summer-sun body. The chippie chomps my chassis a minute more
before standing, looking very proud indeed. I return her cheeky smile and
casually circle around behind the slender sweetie. Giselle steps up to dote on
the girl's upturned face while I nestle my nose into her thick brown tresses. I
daintily whisk all the hair away from her left shoulder so I can lightly plant
small kisses and Giselle crouches down to mirror my movements from the front.
Nipping and pecking my way down her supple spine, Giselle and I
reach the girl's nether regions in sync. Taking the same pregnant pause before
Giselle treats the preteen twat to her tongue and mine tastes her tush, the
breathless babe releases a soulful sigh. Her visceral reaction leads me to
conclude that she's never been party to this style of softhearted sensuality,
and I want to make her feel every nuance of anal ecstasy. While I loves me a righteous reaming as much as the next whore, it's
always the slow, subtle intimacies that leave a lasting impression on me, so
I'm determined to be the one who cracks this girl's world wide open, so to
speak.
I comfortably settle in between her cheeks while Giselle and I
sit on the floor entangling our legs together. Giselle's fuzzy, fiery muff
bumps against my hairless honey pot purposefully but placidly as our mouths
administer their measured amusements to her hot little holes.
My sweet smooching ceases for a second when I withdraw to take a
firm buttock in each hand and spread her open for what will presumably be my
only shot at perusing her precious pink pucker. Once I have mentally downloaded
this image into my anal archive, the girl's breath heaves profoundly again when
I resume rimming her rosy ripples. Dizzy from my most desired delicacy, I don't
allow myself to come up for air for several minutes. Roundly relishing in her
zesty derriere, I lightly scratch the backs of her thighs with my short
fingernails.
With two tongues working their magic, the girl grasps my hand
before blithely coming in our mouths. I finish making a whole meal out of the
fresh young ass and Giselle's gyrating pussy also orgasms into my tiny cunt.
Any mellow afterglow to be had is ephemeral for having two
beauties coming at me from both ends fires me up something fierce. Quickly
getting to my feet, I spiritedly suck face with the stranger so we can both
savor each other's still present anal tincture.
Backing her into the baking bench again, we scramble up atop the
surface and desperately wrap our limbs around one another. Our lips never break
their embrace as our sleek vulvae mash together. We move as one well-oiled
machine until the girl sputters and pops off another unruly series of spasms.
Before she even has a chance to stop convulsing, I push her down
to the table and clamber over to straddle her face. Riding her ready mouth, I
whip my red hair around to see Giselle rushing over to pay tribute to the
decadent darling's tasty tushy. The vision of my goddess' tongue tormenting
that sweet little butthole emboldens me to hump harder into the frisky filly.
My wildly bucking hips cannot dissuade the girl's pretty eyes
from leering lovingly up into mine. Just as we did through our entire erotic
episode, our purely physical and visual communication affirms each other's
indelible place in our sexual histories. For me, I'll forever cherish my first
encounter with a nameless juvenile sexpot. And for her? Perhaps this is her
first three-way and almost assuredly her inaugural anal play. If nothing else,
we've all had a hell of a lot of fun.
The table starts to shake as cervical seismic activity rumbles
from deep within me, seconds before the girl flops around rebelliously. Her
tongue and Giselle's simply don't let up, so our orgasms seem endless. I needed
this so badly and the unexpected circumstance of it all makes it all the more delicious.
I get off in her mouth one last time before freeing her face.
The baby dyke sits up and comes close for gentle kisses. She swivels to serve a
sassy look to Giselle. My love simply smiles back so the girl hooks her behind
the head with her ankle to snare her into some satisfied smooches.
Giselle's cheery cheekbones glow like the ripened fruit we're
supposed to be picking and I wait my turn for her lips to honor mine with their
favor. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse the girl appreciating the epic
love passing between us.
Giselle goes to collect our dresses while I furnish a final
farewell kiss to our plucky playmate. We clothe ourselves tout de suite and the
girl shows the opposite amount of urgency in attiring herself any time soon.
She indicates the back door as our easiest exit
and we leave the girl to bask in the incandescence we generated with her.
Giselle and I blink at the brightness until I can focus on her
regal radiance beaming down at me over the clandestine quickie we just shared.
I slip my arm around my leggy lover and we amble
through the orchard, giving a lick and a promise to the initially intended
task.
Regrouping with the gang having our paltry peaches in tow,
Giselle fills out our haul with a few jars of her prized black raspberry jam
and some other homemade goodies.
Ringing us up at the counter, the woman proprietor asks, "I
trust my niece helped with everything you needed?"
"And then some," Giselle replies.
I gaze across the store at the girl who makes no effort to
conceal her spying on us as she stocks the shelves.
"Oh, good," the woman continues. "Pleasure to serve y'all today.
Please come again."
"Always do," I say with a wiggle before Giselle drags me away
for being too extra.
Autumn glides over stealthily as we walk towards the car.
"You two didn't fuck that random farm stand girl, did you?"
"That we did," Giselle answers.
"Looks like you made out well," I observe, admiring Autumn's
enormous armload of peaches.
"Oh, Virginia...you took the words right out of my mouth."
Giselle and I glance over at Autumn in unison, wearing the same
curious smile.
"A tale for another time, my loves. A tale for another time..."
(to
be continued...)
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