"Well, that was new!" proclaimed my honey after my tongue awarded her with her first purely anal orgasm achieved through oral penetration (how's that for a new Oscar category?). "Your new protégée must be pretty kinky."
Flashing back to soon after my second private session with Virginia, my girlfriend of four years and I were enjoying each other's bodies on our usual date night. I rarely talk to her about my students, but she always knows when I've tried out something new on one of my sweet young things first.
I extracted my tongue from my true love's anus and said, "I call her my pre-teen anal queen."
The love of my life giggled at me from the same upside-down position I had Virginia in only two days before. "Sounds like you have some new tricks up your sleeve."
"You...could say that..." I was blushing so hard I could have passed for a cranberry.
"Oh, really??" My honey sat up, eyes burning with intrigue. "Secret new blushy tricks, huh? What could possibly be so good to turn my love crimson?"
"Well...for one, your choice of words is...uncanny."
My honey searched her recent memory. "Choice of words, choice of words...tricks?"
I shook my head.
"...up your sleeve?"
I dissolved into giggles and squeals, turning impossibly redder.
"Wait...blushy, squealy...fisty tricks?"
I screamed with glee. My honey threw her arms around me as I started to cry.
"Oh, peaches...that's your dream! I've wanted that for you for ages! She must be tiny."
"Quite."
"So, how pre-teen is she?"
"She's ten."
She arched an eyebrow at me. "Well done. I might have to learn some of these new moves from her...first-hand."
Her sex pun and the thought of her finally fitting her whole hand inside me made me wet beyond belief. "You...want to meet her?"
"Peaches...you've got it bad. I know you care about all your students, but this girl seems special."
"She is."
"She's not one of the girls you see a couple of times to unlock their lesbianism and then send them on their merry way to pursue their own dykey delights." I shook my head. "She's a part of your life, which makes her a part of mine. So we should meet."
"You're wonderful." I kissed my honey blithely, so relieved that she doesn't have a jealous bone in her body.
"So when do I get to meet the little squirt?"
And I completely lost it, and haven't stopped laughing to this day.
* * * * *
It is now mid-June, and over a month since our weekend in the Hamptons when Virginia declared us best friends in front of her mother. We now see each other almost every day and it's a dream come true. We still have our epic lovemaking adventures, but now we also have all the time in the world to just hang out, talk, kiss, bake cookies, watch movies, and whatever.
Right now, Virginia is naked on my bed, lying on her tummy, feet kicked up in the air behind her, studying for her math final. I'm sitting at my vanity, also nude, getting some writing done.
Virginia's kicking feet have come to rest in a crossed position, still elevated, and...and...oh, for fuck's sake, I must lick them!
I'm putting down my pen, turning to Virginia's alluring soles and running my tongue along them end-to-end. She doesn't even flinch; indeed her whole body softens sedately. As I'm picking up my pen again, Virginia says, "Don't stop!"
"Oh, honey, I shouldn't distract you. Ignore my naughtiness."
"Impossible. Sex helps me concentrate."
"Oh?" I take her littlest toe in my mouth and suckle soothingly.
"Mmm....much better. Now if we can find a way for you to eat my asshole during the exam, I'll be good-to-go."
"Ohhh...if only I could sneak under your desk and get my head up that little schoolgirl skirt..."
"I don't go to prep school..."
Closing my eyes, I say, "Shhh...don't ruin the fantasy..."
Virginia laughs and I take a moment to complete my daydream. I go back to writing to get down this exchange before I forget it.
"What are you working on?" Virginia asks.
"I'm writing in our journal."
"Our...journal? About...us?"
"Mm-hm. I don't write in it every day, just when something momentous happens. So when we're little old ladies we'll remember what saucy sluts we were."
Virginia chortles. "What earth-shattering occasion are you writing about now?"
"Trying something new. Now that we're spending so much time together, I'm writing in the present tense."
"Is this such a moment?"
"We'll see, won't we?"
Virginia smiles and turns back to her studies. I watch the mid-afternoon sunlight dance across her immaculate skin.
"I'm disappointed in you," she says without looking up from her book.
"Oh? I hope whatever I did is bad enough to merit punishment."
"I gave you the perfect opening for eating my asshole, and yet here she lies, alone...forgotten...uneaten..." Her lack of eye contact is driving me wild.
"'Perfect opening' huh? I'll say!" Hopping up on to the bed behind Virginia, pen and diary in hand, I quickly realize my awkward predicament. "Uhh...I won't be able to munch and write at the same time. Would you like to read it?"
"That's...so personal. I don't know..."
"It's okay. I don't have anything to hide from you."
She turns to look at me over her shoulder. "Can I write in it?"
"What a neat idea...sure! It is ours, after all. Here, hang on a sec..."
And with that, until you hear from me otherwise, all that follows is from the perspective of my darling angel, Virginia...
The tongue of a Goddess enters my asshole and I feel like a whole person again. All day long in school I am preoccupied with yearnings for my Goddess to taste my insides and cannot focus until she tongue-drills me back to completion. Some days I'm all about the foreplay, but today I am grateful that she went right for the butthole without so much as spreading my cheeks; just dove her lovely face straight in, her tongue beelining for my eager anus. It only takes a few licks for my charmed asshole to invite this divine tongue into my temple of earthly delights.
The Goddess-tongue belongs to Giselle, my dance teacher and my very best friend. We can't be girlfriends because Giselle already has one. I'm not exactly sure what their arrangement is, but apparently her girlfriend is cool with Giselle having a bit of hanky-panky with young girls. We are far beyond just fooling around, but I actually find it comforting that we're not the only ones in each other's lives. I'm still just a kid and Giselle is thirteen years older, so it would be really frustrating if we wanted to be girlfriends but couldn't be affectionate in public. Being BFFs is great because we can be sweet together and no one seems to care. It's so funny, we sometimes get mistaken for sisters even though we look nothing alike.
Speaking of looks, I haven't read the rest of this journal but I'm going to guess that Giselle hasn't described herself adequately. She is, without question, the most drop dead gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Once you get past the short curly hair, which is currently black with purple highlights, she looks exactly like Marilyn Monroe. She even has a similar body type. Giselle is not one of those anorexic looking dancers. If someone asked me what a healthy, real woman's body looks like, I would point to Giselle. With her curvy hips and incredible booty, little waist, round not-too-big boobs, muscular legs and back, and those balletic feet (don't even get me started on those feet!), she is the very vision of perfection. And her face...apple-cheeked and heart shaped, adorned by a warm, gentle smile with just a touch of mischief, and the kindest, bluest eyes. And she is SO tall; five feet, nine inches of pure feminine grace and energy. She is a true force of nature with an infectious laugh and the deepest well of compassion. While I will never be the towering beauty she is, currently being only four foot three and barely standing as high as her breasts, she never makes my spirit feel small, making me feel I can take on the world at almost eleven years old.
Come to think of it, I don't know if Giselle knows when my birthday is. I don't like to make a fuss, but she loves making a pageant out of everything and wouldn't forgive me if I let it slip by. Better drop a not-so-subtle hint now.
"I hope you're saving some of that up for my birthday!"
She removes her tongue from my asshole, replacing it with her finger. "You know I have an endless supply hey, when's your birthday??"
"Next month."
"WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!!" Here we go... "Do you have plans?"
"Not really. It falls in the middle of a week and I think my mom has to work anyway. I don't really make a big deal of it so we'll probably just have dinner somewhere the following weekend."
"You want a party? I'll throw you a party."
"I'm getting too old for kids' parties."
Giselle strokes my inner thigh. "Didn't offer you a kiddie party, princess. I mean, if you're into that kind of thing, who am I to judge?"
"You're so bad," I chortle.
"We really should do something special on the day. Anything you want."
Just the springboard I was hoping for. I spin around Giselle's implanted finger, swinging my leg up and over to turn and face my sexy teacher. She has such a lustful look on her face, I could simply die happy.
"I want you and your honey to take me on a date."
"Oh, reeeeeealy?" intones Giselle, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"The three of us on a real, grown-up date, yes. I want that more than anything."
"Hmm..." Giselle ponders. "I know! We'll take you to the ballet!"
"Ooo...how fancy!"
"Have you ever been?"
I shake my head.
"You're gonna love it. We'll get all gussied up and go watch all those beautiful ballerinas in their tights and toe shoes..." Giselle trails off, clearly fantasizing about corrupting some prim little ballet dancer.
"I had you pegged as more of a modern dance fan. You know...all those bare feet."
"I'm allowed more than one fetish. Besides, I'm a life-long bunhead, present hairstyle notwithstanding."
"I'll bet you were so cute as a little girl in dance class."
Giselle puts her free hand under her chin and flutters her eyelids like the cherubic child she probably never was.
"So it's settled; you, me, my honey, ballet, birthday. It's a date. Now come for me."
Without warning, Giselle's finger wangles a blast of girlcum out of my pussy, splashing a seemingly endless stream all over her body. I'm so caught off guard, I grip the duvet and lay the diary behind me while Giselle rapidly wags her finger back and forth in my butthole, making me come even harder. She leans forward to take a sip like I'm a drinking fountain and then allows the remaining spray to drench her face and hair.
"Fuck!! I did NOT feel that brewing! That was totally out of the blue!" I holler.
She sweetly rubs my coochie with her thumb. "Or out of the pink, as it were." Giselle is so quick-witted and flirty, I just can't even.
"How do you know exactly what I need at all times?"
Removing her finger from my ass and giving it a good lick, Giselle flashes me a sassy look and says, "You're welcome."
"Thank you!"
She runs her hands through the pools of pussy juice on her stomach. "You've already thanked me, angel!" And she playfully flicks fluid back at me.
"Giselle! The diary!"
I turn to try and protect the book, but it's too late; there's a light splatter across the pages I was writing on. I thought Giselle might be upset, but instead she's all, "Yay! I've been wanting to preserve some of your squirt for so long! This is awesome!!"
"That and my yellow tank top that you haven't washed...or given back."
"Two things that are Never. Gonna. Happen."
"You're so cunty, I love you so much."
"Back atcha, cupcake! Now get studying, you little scamp!"
I go back to my textbooks while Giselle lies there covered with gooey goodness, massaging my buttocks with her feet. Just the soothing stimulation I need to get through the rest of my math review. Once the globules have dried, I bring the journal entry up to speed. Giselle offers to let me take the diary home, but I don't want to risk my mom finding it. She's not nosy in general, yet it's probably better to play it safe.
* * * * *
A few days have passed and Giselle hasn't written anything new in the diary except for the words "Girl squirt!" with arrows pointing to the dried droplets on the pages she sprinkled. We've agreed that transcribing out interactions in the moment was a fun experiment but it keeps us from being present with one another. I love the immediacy of present tense, however, so I'm sticking with it even though I have to wait until I'm alone to write everything down. Other than banging out this update while Giselle is in the kitchen fixing me a snack, we only have the book out when we're together so I can add little drawings to it. If there's any artistic pursuit I'm more passionate about than dance, it's illustration. And of course, my passion that supersedes all others is Giselle, and I'm so excited to embellish the story with sketches of her expressions. Someday, when I'm bold enough to go back and read what Giselle wrote about us, I'll contribute some visual enhancements to the best of my recollection.
* * * * *
It is now my birthday, and I've chosen to bring the journal home with me so I can document what is sure to be a BIG FUCKING DEAL! I must be insane...what the hell was I thinking, asking to meet THE LOVE OF GISELLE'S LIFE on my BIRTHDAY??? I know I said I don't like a whole hullabaloo around my birthday, but now I've set myself up for either the best birthday ever, or an occasion to mark my greatest catastrophe. Why, oh why didn't I ask for this on a random Tuesday? My fucking birthday...potentially doomed to be the day when the presence of Giselle's paragon of perfection reveals me to be the unworthy, immature little pest I fear I might be?
Recognizing that I don't sound like myself, I turn to the front inside cover of the diary where recently I've been working on an illustration of Giselle and me. Drawing always calms my anxiety and seeing Giselle's tenderhearted gaze also helps immensely. I know she adores me and there should be nothing to worry about. Usually I keep a loose piece of paper over Giselle's first diary entry to keep my eyes from wandering over while I'm sketching, but I forgot this time. A passage jumps out at me that blows my mind. Giselle wrote (about me), "...frankly I don't see any real lack of confidence in her." This was before anything happened between us! At a time when I felt lost and hopelessly in love with a woman more than twice my age, she saw me as confident, determined, and above all, serene. And I guess that's how I really was around her. As doubtful as I may have felt in private, I wanted Giselle more than anything ever. I need to remember that resolve tonight and feel safe knowing that I have earned my place in her heart.
And then I realize something I SHOULD be spazing about; I snatch my phone and text to my friend, Sophia: "OMG I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!"
Sophia knows how I feel about Giselle, just not the extent of our closeness. She makes me wait in agony for ten whole seconds. Finally, she texts, "What abt that white dress she liked so much?"
"SHE'S SEEN THAT ALREADY I CAN'T WEAR THAT!!"
"Where's your chill? Her gf hasn't seen it."
I take a breath. Then text, " True. Just want to wear something special."
"It is. Do you want to wear something she loves that you look super-cute in, or something new that might not be comfortable?"
"How come ur so smart?"
"Too shy to date so lots of time to think. LOL"
"LOL Ur the best."
"ty. Ur not gonna have it on for long anyway so why stress?"
"OMG UR SO MEAN!!!"
"Happy Birthday, slut! *kissyface emoji*"
Sophia's awesome.
I draw for the rest of the afternoon until it's time for me to shower and get dressed. I borrow one of my mom's purses that's big enough to hold the journal. Even though she won't be home, I wouldn't dare let it out of my sight.
I'm ready long before I need to be so I'm losing my mind again, sitting around wearing nothing but my amethyst anklet. I want to put on my dress at the very last second so it won't get too wrinkly. I don't really wear any make-up, just a little eyeliner, and I brush my hair for like the third time, arguing with myself over wearing it up or down. I choose down and then do my best to relax by listening to music until they arrive.
Finally, the doorbell rings. I quickly slip into my dress and stash the diary in my purse, where it will not see the light of day again until morning.
I answer the door in my bare feet. There stands Giselle wearing the most jaw-dropping red strapless gown, holding a ludicrously huge bunch of balloons.
"Happy birthday, angel!" She leans down to embrace me with a hug and a kiss. "My honey will meet us there. She's running a little late getting herself looking all sexy for you. You look INCREDIBLE! You're wearing my favorite dress AND my favorite footwear!" She's talking so fast, I can tell she's way more jittery about tonight than I am. "Anyway, we have some time and I'd love to see oh, my goodness, who is this??"
Out of nowhere, my dog rushes in, rolls over and begs Giselle for belly rubs. We both kneel down to pet her red fur.
"This shameless whore is Willow."
Giselle's eyes glint at me shrewdly. "You're such a good lesbian." Then she gives Willow more spirited tummy scratches. "How about you? Are you a good lesbo? Such a good lesbo! Is she a pure bred Shiba Inu?"
"How...yeah! No one ever knows that."
"I'm a bit of a kennel club nerd. You are a beauty! Yes, what a pretty girl!"
Willow finishes getting her jollies and trots off. Giselle stands and hands me the balloons.
"You must have been a sight coming down the street with these!" We wrangle the balloons through the doorway and Giselle steps inside.
"I was turning heads, that's for sure."
"Hey, I have a secret..." I move in super close to Giselle and whisper, "...you don't need balloons for that!" And she kisses me impulsively. I'm honestly relieved that Giselle's girlfriend was behind her time, otherwise I probably wouldn't be getting kissed right now. I really can't go too long in the company of my Goddess without stealing a kiss.
"Can I see your room?" she asks.
"It's...a mess. Aaaaaaand I couldn't resist making it messier with you. Sooooooo...another time?"
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"And when that time comes..." Giselle puts her lips to my ear. "...keep it messy."
We kiss again and I feel Giselle sneak a really small box into my hand. I open my eyes and look at the little wrapped gift. "What did you do?" I ask.
"Open it!"
I tear off the paper and lift the box lid to reveal a heart-shaped ruby pendant on a silver chain lying on a bed of cotton. "Oh, Giselle!" My eyes fill up with tears.
"You like it?"
I nod, incapable of speech.
"May I put it on you?"
I nod more vigorously.
Giselle takes the necklace out of the box and clasps it behind my neck. She brushes her fingers down the length of the chain and then turns me towards the mirror by the door. I look so young next to her, and yet I feel so womanly.
"Don't you look lovely? Now you're wearing both of our birthstones."
I glance down at my anklet. "Amethyst...your birthday is in February!" I realize.
"Yep."
"I'm so stupid, I should know when your birthday is..."
"You're the furthest thing from stupid. My birthday is just a date on a calendar."
"Yeah, but it's important."
"Of course it is! But you have months to figure out how you're going to spoil me!"
"Oh, I will!" I giggle. "I'll never be able to spoil you like this...I mean..." I hold the ruby heart dearly and then turn to hug Giselle. "...thank you. This is already the best birthday I've ever had."
"Oh, princess..." She pets my hair in that loving way that only she can.
I grab my purse and start for the door. "Ready?"
"Well, I certainly am...and while it would thrill me beyond words to take a beautiful barefoot girl to the ballet, you might want to try wearing shoes...just this once."
"You're no fun."
I put on a pair of white Mary Janes, amazed at my own sass, realizing I would have been so flustered at my forgetfulness only a couple of months ago. Giselle is scratching Willow under her chin, saying her goodbyes. "You need to come visit me in the Hamptons, pretty lady! Maybe we'll let Virginia come too."
The wonders continue when we get downstairs and I find that Giselle has rented a chauffeured vintage Bentley for the evening.
I tell her, "You know I'm already impressed with you, right? Don't have to try so hard."
"You wanted to see what it's like to be on a date with me. Can't fault a girl for trying to get lucky."
We get to Lincoln Center and go right into the Metropolitan Opera House to find Giselle's honey. Giselle pauses at the top of the grand staircase to look around.
"Trying to find a tiny girl in a sea of like three thousand people..." she says under her breath.
Then in a voice louder than one is accustomed to hearing at the Met, Giselle suddenly calls out "Aki!" - presumably a pet name she has for her honey, for that is not her name.
Across the room, like something out of a shampoo commercial, the most luxurious head of waist-length, straight black hair in history twirls to reveal the warmest, most in love smile I've ever seen. She appears far more youthful than her 18 years, although her elegant gait as she practically floats across the floor towards Giselle suggests a much older soul. Her hands meet Giselle's waist as if attracted magnetically, and her foot flips up in the air behind her like an ingénue right out of an old movie.
"Hi, peaches!" she says, standing on tiptoe, her upturned face receiving Giselle's kiss as Giselle folds her arms around her lover's delicate shoulders. Even though Giselle has to crane her neck all the way down to kiss her honey, they fit together so neatly that I completely forget to be jealous.
And then they turn those captivating smiles on me...and I totally become Jell-o.
"Virginia, this is Autumn."
"Hi."
"Oh, Virginia, it is so lovely to meet you at last." And Autumn takes both of my hands and kisses me on both cheeks. She smells amazing. Like strawberries. And her hands are impossibly soft.
I stare at her for a ridiculously long time. And she shows no signs of our silence being the least bit awkward, which makes me even more nervous. Finally, I say, "Am I staring? I'm staring. I'm SO sorry, you're just...really pretty. I mean, I knew you'd be pretty, but you're...REALLY pretty."
"And you, my dear, are an absolute dazzler. So we can stare at each other! You don't mind, do you, Giselle?"
"Not in the least!" Giselle chirps. "I get to stare at the both of you!"
Autumn lets go of one of my hands to affectionately brush Giselle's arm. "You're so naughty," she says before turning her attention back to me and taking my hand again. "Don't you just love how naughty she is?"
"Totally," I beam, feeling some of the butterflies in my stomach fly away.
"Shall we?" Autumn takes my arm in hers while linking her other arm with Giselle's. She leans in close to whisper something in Japanese that makes Giselle blush. I would later learn she said, "She's so young and yummy, you filthy whore!"
And then Autumn actually says out loud, "Lookit me with the two sexiest girls in the room! You'd think it was MY birthday!"
And we walk off to find our seats. An usher shows us to a box in a section called the parterre. We have to go through a small, private room to get to our seats.
"What's this room for?" I ask.
"It's where we would hang our coats if it was cold out," Giselle says. "You can leave your shoes there if you'd like."
I know she's teasing but I kick off my shoes anyway.
"Can't keep shoes on this girl, honestly." Giselle says to Autumn.
"Lucky you," Autumn replies, and they both ditch their shoes alongside mine.
There are only three seats in the front of the box and Autumn insists I take the middle. The other five chairs behind ours are still empty. I'm too embarrassed to ask Giselle, so I turn to Autumn and whisper, "Isn't anyone else sitting with us?"
She whispers back, "Giselle reserved all the tickets. She does that." Then she says, slightly louder, "She doesn't let just anyone into her box!"
I choke with laughter.
"Autumn!"
"What? You're very principled. It's a good thing."
I pretend to read my program, trying not to laugh harder.
"Mm-hm," hums Giselle, opening her Playbill. I see the slightest smirk in the corner of her mouth.
Autumn turns to me, snickering, "Isn't she the most fun to tease?"
"Absolutely." Then I read the program for real. "Wait...this ballet is called Giselle?"
"Yep! It's where my name comes from. You know my mom was a dancer. This is one of her very favorites, and mine too. We're so lucky this is playing tonight."
"You mean, you didn't call in a special request? I'm devastated!"
Giselle swats me with her program while Autumn cries out, "LOVE her! She's a keeper!"
The lights start to fade, and Giselle puts her Playbill aside and takes my hand. The whole experience has me over the moon; we hold hands through the entire show except when it's time to applaud. We clap when the male lead makes his entrance, and an even bigger ovation ensues when the character of Giselle first appears. Even though my Giselle has probably seen this a hundred times, we share an equally awe-inspired gasp upon the emergence of this delicate dancer. She is everything you would want in a prima ballerina; perfect poise, fragile-looking but strong, with seemingly effortless movement. As expert as this woman is in her craft, I start to picture my Giselle in the role, as both Giselles brim with the same palpable happiness and zest for life. This may have been a bad idea, for I was caught wholly unawares at the end of act one when Giselle goes bananas upon discovering her love, whom she thought to be a neighboring peasant, is revealed by a jealous rival suitor to be a nobleman unhappily betrothed to another. The act ends (SPOILER ALERT!) with Giselle leaping into her lover's arms and falling lifeless to the ground.
I abruptly start weeping and Giselle holds me until the tears subside a little. She tenderly wipes tears from my face and says, "This piece stirs up so many emotions, my angel, I know."
"It's magnificent," I say. "But...what did she die of?"
"Madness and heartbreak...so romantic."
I look up and see that Giselle has been crying too.
Autumn chimes in, "It's her life's ambition to be a tragic heroine."
"So...you're named after a crazy, broken-hearted girl?" I ask, in all seriousness.
Giselle makes a goofy face at me. "You'll see in the second act. I'm famished, let's eat! I took the liberty of pre-ordering some food for intermission."
We recover our shoes and head to the restaurant on the Grand Tier, where we share plates of rich crab cakes and tangy salad, and a really refreshing bowl of minty vichyssoise. We return to our seats just in time for the start of act two, where the scenery has completely changed from the cheery countryside to a spooky forest. Before too long, the stage is filled with ethereal-looking ballerinas.
"Who are they?" I whisper to Giselle.
"They're the spirits of wronged women who make every man they catch dance till their death."
"I like them."
Ultimately, the nobleman arrives to visit Giselle's grave, and when the spirits catch him, Giselle's apparition protects her love by dancing with him until morning when the spirits' power wanes. Her will proves stronger than that of the spirits, freeing her from their dark influence, allowing her to rest peacefully.
After the curtain call and many standing ovations, I sit in stunned silence. Giselle looks at me, patiently waiting for me to speak. Finally, I say, "She is so happy and full of life in the first half, and then...even after she dies, she is still made entirely of the purest, gentlest love and forgiveness. That's you, Giselle!"
"That's who I try to be, yes. The way we die doesn't define us, it's the way we live. We stay true to our nature and carry on, no matter what."
We stand up and I embrace Giselle, trying to fuse my body with hers so we can be together forever. When that fails, I say, "This has been the most wonderful date. Thank you for making this night so special."
"Well, it's not over yet, princess!"
"It's not?"
"What kind of BFF would I be if I let your celebration go by without cake?"
"One that's mindful of my waistline?"
"Oh, I pay mind to your waistline, hot stuff...among other things..."
Giselle goes to fetch her shoes when I find Autumn at my shoulder.
"You look overwhelmed, I know how you feel," she says. "Our first date lasted three days."
"Whoa."
"Yeah. Dating Giselle is like being wooed by epic poetry, but goddamnit she's fun!"
We leave the Opera House and Giselle pauses with me at the center of the plaza to admire the fountain, while Autumn observes us from a few feet away. Giselle watches the streams swell over and over for a curiously long time.
"Huh," she says, finally.
"Hm?"
"Kinda reminds me of someone..."
I smack her with my purse. "Oh, my GOD...let's GO!"
Apparently we're having cake at Giselle's place, for the chauffeur drives us directly to her brownstone in Greenwich Village. I scurry upstairs to Giselle's bathroom since I had totally forgotten to pee after the ballet. When I come out, I discover Autumn standing in the middle of the bedroom...seemingly waiting for me?? She is truly heart-stopping, I honestly don't know how Giselle has eyes for anyone else.
"Where'd Giselle go?"
"She's preparing your cake, birthday girl! And...she wanted to leave us alone so I can give you my present."
"I thought the ballet was my present."
"That was her present."
"Oh. You didn't have to get me anything. We just met."
"Don't be silly. You're important to Giselle, so you're important to me. Besides, I'm giving you something money can't buy."
"So you made me something?? How embarrassing...that's even more personal!"
"Hush. Close your eyes..."
With a resigned sigh, I do as she asks.
"...hold out your hands..."
I lift my hands with my palms facing heavenwards. Autumn pauses for a moment which freaks me the fuck out, and then I feel her drawing near. She places her hands on top of mine but I don't feel any gift being delivered unless it is extremely light. Then she takes a hold of my wrists and pulls my arms around her, and she rapidly sweeps me up in a firm embrace.
"...okay, now...open your eyes."
As my eyelids rise, I see her obsidian eyes looking right into me.
"Surprise," she says, tenderly.
"Whoa."
I just keep peering into her smiling eyes, trying not to hyperventilate. Then she breaks the silence: "Aren't you going to unwrap your present?"
"Omigosh! I wouldn't even know where to begin with you! You're way too intimidating."
Autumn laughs. "Me? I'm four foot ten and 85 pounds soaking wet. How were you not intimidated by Giselle?? She's a goddess!"
"Yes...she is...but, you're like...legendary. The way Giselle talks about you...I mean, her voice gets all breathy and lovey-dovey, and her whole demeanor softens and she becomes a puddle of mush. I wish you could see it, it's all the adorbs."
"I have seen it...when she talks about you."
"Honestly?? Oh, Autumn, I'm so sorry. Please don't be jealous."
"I have no use for jealousy. I'm completely at peace with both of us being a part of Giselle's life, and I think we should be a part of each other's lives before it gets too complicated in the long run."
"The long run?" I gulp.
"Virginia...Giselle adores you. She loves you. She doesn't give her heart to just anyone. And when she does give it, it's forever. Hasn't she told you as much?"
"Yes, but...that could have been heat of the moment type stuff...maybe?" Autumn shakes her head at me. "No? No, it's real. I know it's real. It feels completely psycho to find the love of your life at ten years old, you know?"
"I know. She's so intense, it's mind-blowing. Now you strike me as a fairly laid-back chick..."
"I tend to be, yeah."
"...even though I hear you have a bit of a wild streak."
"Yeah..." I smirk.
"See, we have a lot in common. Let me speak plainly; I think you're awesome, and I want to be friends. I like you, Virginia."
"I like you, too!"
"So...let's do something about that."
I give the gorgeous girl in my arms a once-over and am at a total loss. "Gah, I'm still so nervous! I've only ever been with Giselle."
"Me too."
"Really??"
"I've kissed other girls, but honestly...have YOU ever thought of being with anyone else?"
"Good point."
"Until now, I mean?" Autumn says, with a kittenish wiggle.
I smile and meekly glance away.
Autumn's seduction proceeds: "Let's try this...when you first saw me, what did you most want to do?"
"Oh, that's easy..."
"Don't tell me...show me."
"Okay..." I lean in to Autumn, and bury my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. I gather up more of her silky locks and hide my face in her fragrant strands. About a minute later, I feel Autumn laughing. I look up to see what tickled her so.
"I'm sorry..." she says through her giggles. "It's just...you could do absolutely anything to me and you...want to smell my hair. It's...unexpected."
"Not just your hair..." I say, sniffing down to her neck and cleavage. "...your skin, your..." I teasingly sniff further down, and once I reach her belly I pop back up. "...everything!"
"Wow...I've never known anyone who wanted to...smell me before. I love that, it's so intimate!"
"You smell like strawberries."
Autumn titters, "Giselle thinks so too."
"Is that why you chose that term of endearment for Giselle?"
"Hm?"
"Peaches. Do you think she smells like peaches?"
"Oh. No...I think she tastes like peaches."
"Oh! ...you know, she really does."
"Right?" And then Autumn takes her eyes off me for the first time and drifts off into her own little world. "Sweet...ripe...juicy...peaches..."
My mind wanders towards memories of Giselle's taste also, and we sigh in unison. Autumn's gaze comes back to me and we share a laugh.
"What do I smell like?"
"Let's see..." Autumn nestles her nose in my hair and takes a whiff. "Vanilla..." Then she travels around to my nape and draws in its scent. "...with a touch of cinnamon." We spend a moment breathing each other in, and Autumn starts running her fingers through my hair. "Mmm...your hair is glorious."
"Omigod, so is yours! Here, let me show you the next thing I wanted to do when I first saw you..." I break free from our cuddle and arrange her hair over the front of her shoulders. I reach behind Autumn's back and unzip her dress. Careful not to disturb her meticulously draped hair, I slide the straps off her and let the little black dress fall to the floor. As the dress flutters down revealing far more of Autumn's beautiful olive skin than I ever thought I would get to see, I am doubly treated to the total absence of any undergarments whatsoever.
"Goddess have mercy, you're fucking flawless!" I take a step back to get a better view. "Girl, we sure do have much in common."
"How so?"
I brush aside my spaghetti straps and let my dress join hers on the carpet. I amaze myself for feeling not the least bit self-conscious.
Autumn sizes up my utterly nude body. "Who needs panties, amirite?"
"Totes," I smile. "I hope I never need a bra either."
"Giselle does but she never wears one."
"Never ever??"
"Doesn't even own one."
"Wow...she's my hero."
"Mine too."
"So...what do I taste like?"
"Thought you'd never ask..." Autumn says as she takes a step towards me. Our toes meet and she plays footsie while looking me all up and down. "Where, oh where shall my first taste of you be?" She leans forward until there is scarcely a millimeter of space between our lips. "Here?" I shake my head. Autumn's mouth stays in close proximity to my skin and she lowers her head down to my neck. "Here?" I shake my head again and she bends her knees to bring her lips level with my nipple. "Here?"
"Uh-uh."
Her mouth descends further; past my belly button, over my vulva, down my thigh, beyond my knee, foregoing my shin and ultimately hovering just above my feet. "Here?"
"Ummmm...nope."
Autumn sits cross-legged on the floor and looks up at me. "Well, whatever shall I...?" And then she looks straight ahead, coming eye-to-clit with my vagina, gasping dramatically. "You couldn't possibly want me to taste you here! You're just a little girl, that would be too naughty!"
I am so turned on, I can barely speak. "I...want you to taste my pussy first...please? Please taste my pussy and tell me what it tastes like?"
Autumn takes my hands and interlaces our fingers. She scooches forward to put her face right between my legs. Looking up into my eyes, she opens her mouth to take a taste of me as one would from an ice cream cone. She savors me for a long time and then I feel her lips swoon a little as her eyes become heavy with drunken pleasure. Autumn finishes her sampling and says, "Mmmm...snowflakes."
"Snowflakes?"
"Clean...pure...delicate...snowflakes." She snuffles around my vulva and waggles her tongue in my labia. And then her eyes go straight-up feral. "You are the most virginal thing I have ever tasted!" And she opens her mouth wide and noisily devours my pussy.
"Oh, fuck yes...AUTUMN!" Her mouth feels so different from Giselle's. While Giselle uses a lot of tongue, Autumn mainly uses those full, bee-stung lips to nip, slurp, gobble and grind. I don't think I fully understood the term "eating pussy" until this moment. With her upper lip smashed against my clitoris, she gyrates her head sprightly until I can't stand it anymore.
"YES!! Suck my cunt, Autumn! Make me come in your mouth!"
I squeeze the daylights out of her hands as her head joggles at warp speed. I cry out wordlessly and my knees buckle when my orgasm slams Autumn's face like a jackhammer. Somehow she does not crumble beneath me, and it hits me that no one has ever made me come standing up like this before. I feel almost weightless, held up by nothing more than Autumn's sheer fortitude. Without any g-spot stimulation, I don't squirt, but I still manage to glaze Autumn's mouth suitably.
"You are the tiniest, loudest, little fresh young thing I have ever seen in my whole entire life!" And Autumn briskly stands up, grabbing me by the underarms and tosses me on the bed like a rag doll.
"Holy crap! You're strong!"
Autumn pounces on me and we roll around the bed, squealing and giggling. It's so much fun to play with someone of a similar size. Autumn keeps trying to kiss me but I get the upper hand when I sit on her thighs and catch her impatient hands in mine.
"Quit it! I want to taste like each other before we kiss." And I dive tongue-first between her legs.
"You're so bossy! I love it!"
Her sapidity is so unusual quite dissimilar from Giselle I just can't put her flavor into words. It's right at the tip of my tongue, as it were. While Giselle is sweet and tangy, Autumn's taste is also sweet but...floral? Whatever it is, I like it, and I show her just how much by nomming the devil out of her pussy.
"Uhhhhhhhh...FUCK! I wanna kiss you so badly!" whines Autumn.
"Gotta come for me first." I sink my nose into her dark pubic hair and dart my tongue at her clitoris. She keeps her pubic hair natural just like Giselle's, although less plentiful. Her provocative fragrance is getting me all drippy again.
Autumn struggles to prop herself up on her elbows to look me in the eye. "You keep looking at me like that and I'll never stop coming." This new position affords my first good view of her breasts; smooth, small mounds with perfectly pointy nipples. Fantasizing about nibbling on those perky peaks makes my mouth water even more than it was already. The additional moisture sends Autumn over the brink.
"Lookit this yummy youngster tonguing my twat! So frickin' cute, I could just die!!!" And she locks her legs around my head, quaking her hips like one of those paint can shaker-upper thingys.
"Jeepers, your orgasms are so different!"
"Of course they are! All girls are unique."
"Giselle's a pretty good teacher, huh?"
"She's the best. But yours, my dear, is a natural born talent."
"I'm pretty good at kissing, too."
"Prove it."
Autumn relaxes her legs and I begin to crawl over to her ready lips. I am just short of tasting her mouth when my honey pot dribbles excitement all over Autumn's tummy.
"WHAT how does a little moppet get so dang wet?? Come here!"
She clamps her nimble, powerful hands around my waist, lifts me into the air and plunks my oozing pussy onto her voracious mouth.
"Oh, Autumn!" I waste no time in making her my pony; I grasp her hair and ride her face like a good little cowgirl. It only takes some brief bucking and bouncing to set me off like a malfunctioning dime store horsey ride. My whole body sizzles and shakes as if I were short-circuiting.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!! Fuck! I've never come like that before!"
I look down and admire Autumn's halo of mussed-up hair. Her face is the very picture of puppy love; all bedroom eyes and satisfied smile. She reaches up to curl a hand behind my neck and slowly pulls me down to those pillowy lips I'd been wanting to sample all evening. First contact with Autumn's lips feels like landing on a cloud. This would be the most chaste kiss of my life were it not for the flavorful melange of pussy juices created by the union of our sticky mouths. I love tasting myself on her and I know she feels the same for she is slurping every last drop off my lips, chin and cheeks. Finally, her delectable tongue enters my mouth and I enjoy our blended essence all over again. Remembering my first French kiss with Giselle, I hug Autumn's squirmy tongue with my lips and suck her into submission. She completely mellows out and I slide my mouth up the length of her tongue super slowly until only the tip remains between my lips. I flicker my tongue at the captive tip before setting it free.
"Oh, Virginia..." Autumn melts.
"We taste good together."
"So good! Everything goes well with snowflakes."
We kiss again, and I think of how fortunate Giselle is to get to savor these soft, cushiony lips all the time. I pretend to be Giselle by kissing Autumn the way Giselle kisses me sometimes; first I suck her upper lip into my mouth and hold it there until Autumn grows woozy and makes a yummy sound. Then I do the same with her bottom lip. The plumpness of her lower lip makes me wet and tipsy. I release her with a satisfied sigh, and then trace my tongue all around Autumn's fiery, wide open mouth. I complete my second tour around her lush lips when she snaps shut, trapping my tongue and slurping me into her insatiable maw. After a few more minutes of rough, ravenous sucking face, I push myself up to catch my breath and fall in love with Autumn's elated grin.
"You were right!" says Autumn.
"About what?"
"You are a good kisser."
"Thanks, so are you! You have the sweetest lips, so supple..." I begin to run my fingers over her lips, which she lets me do impassively for a moment or two, then she gets frisky trying to gobble me up every time my fingertips pass over her moist mouth. She ultimately ensnares my middle and ring fingers, sucking furiously, making my nipples stiffen and my whole body tingle. Autumn removes me from her mouth with her hand and positions us palm-to-palm. She seems to ponder our hands' negligible difference in size.
"Hmm..." she muses. "I wonder what other hidden talents you possess?"
I blush hardcore, knowing exactly what she's getting at. I don't spend too much time puzzling over what else Giselle may have told her before I slink away from Autumn, crawling backwards and beckoning her to follow me to the foot of the bed. She scoots towards me as I move all the way off the edge to sit on Giselle's hope chest. Autumn brings her pussy eye level to me but she's not quite close enough, so I take hold of her hips and inch her forward just a touch, leaving her tush barely seated on the mattress. Her legs are splayed wide but I need them wider. I lift her feet from the hope chest and place them on the bed frame, causing her vagina to open up a little bit to greet me. She looks plenty creamy already but I slick up my hand with my spare pussy nectar all the same. I aim my fingertips at her slightly gaping cunt and Autumn leans back on her palms to brace herself. I push in just past my fingernails when her vagina seems to draw me in further all by itself. I gaze in wide-eyed wonder as my hand progressively disappears into Autumn, effortlessly inhaled by her pussy as gently as one would take in a deep breath. Her opening tautens around my wrist and she lets out a comfortable sigh. I sigh too, although not out of serenity, for the tightness and heat of her happy hole has given me the tiniest little orgasm. Autumn hums merrily with closed eyes and smiling lips, and she raises her bottom from the bed, exercising her leg and arm muscles to drive me deeper into her. I'm entirely dumbstruck by the breezy approach she's taken to being so thoroughly penetrated. Even with the number of times I've fisted Giselle, she still howls and shouts obscenities, and I must admit I do love making her scream. As more and more of my arm vanishes into Autumn's nether region, what makes her and Giselle such a perfect match suddenly dawns on me. While they're both free spirits, Giselle is of the impulsive, devil-may-care variety, which is tempered so well by Autumn's easygoing nature. What a treat to have such a different experience with Autumn; she seems to regard me not as some foreign object, but as a lost part of herself she is re-assimilating. She takes in the bulk of my forearm, stopping just short of my elbow, then engages her petite but mighty thighs and triceps to pump herself up and down with peerless precision.
After giving herself quite the workout, she perches her bum on the bed again and plants her feet on the hope chest. I assume all the probing duties from here on out, trying my best to replicate the deliberate rhythm Autumn had established. I lean my head against her inner thigh, entirely spellbound by the sight and sensation of my buried arm surrounded by Autumn's snug squishiness. I maintain my slow and steady thrusting, which is not so much like thrusting really, but more like a firm, continuous back and forth motion, like rowing. I look up at Autumn and find her gazing down upon me with such fondness, it makes me wonder if she's ever been more beautiful.
With our eye contact locked, I hasten my fisting a little while reading Autumn's face for signs of pleasure or discomfort. Cheeks flushed, her face brightens into a toothy grin as she nods her approval. I reciprocate the smile as my now-frantic fist-fucking transforms our grins into giggles and squeals.
Without looking away from Autumn's effervescent eyes, I can tell that Giselle is drawing near when a waft of blazing birthday candles finds my nostrils. Giselle has snuck into the room and sets the flaming cake next to me on the hope chest. She quickly sheds her evening dress, then climbs up onto the bed behind Autumn and holds her around the torso. Autumn leans her full weight into Giselle, lifting her arms high and clasps her hands behind Giselle's neck. She raises her feet from the hope chest, tucking her legs into herself and locks her knees together. She's basically just hanging off of Giselle, and this new position widened Autumn's vagina a touch more so I really start having at it.
Before too long, I feel small palpitations in Autumn's cervix which start growing in magnitude. She dangles her legs over my shoulders as her whole body goes limp. Her orgasm resonates from head to toe for such a long time, and Autumn is so lovely and sedate through it all that I actually start to cry. As her pulsating ebbs, Autumn opens her eyes and looks at me with so much infatuation, so much peacefulness. Giselle looks at me too, only her expression is one of pride, with perhaps a smidge of relief. They both reach down to sweep tears from my cheeks with their thumbs, and I peer back at this bewitching, transcendent couple. For a moment I am in utter disbelief that this is my life. I am beyond blessed.
(to be continued...)
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