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Abigail's fingers slid easily up and down inside my panties as I lay back on the comfortable blanket thrown across a hay pile in the loft of our old barn. Gazing out through the broad loft window I could see the sun washing the valley with a golden glow, the tips of the trees twinkling with glints of orange and yellow as my body filled with the fluttery ripples of pleasure Abigail was giving me. We met here late afternoon almost every school day. Our chores were done, leaving 30 minutes or so before dinner time. The barn is not in use anymore and sets on the south end of our farm, not too far a walk from Abigail's house. It's private and I just adore the view from the hay loft, looking over the valley cut by Stone River to the west where the sun warms the sky before leaving our small country town for the night.
I settled back on the cotton blanket we keep wrapped in a water safe bag. Our spot is just beneath the lip of the loft doors where we cannot be seen from the ground, though no one ever comes out here anyway. I can lay prone and see all the way to the far hills across Stone River, the sound of birds tweeting happily all around us. Abigail and I chatter about the day, boys, our families, as we spread the blanket and I lay on it. She likes to take my pants or dress off. I came with no panties once, thinking she might enjoy it. But, she told me she likes removing my panties. "I want to unwrap you," is what she actually said. It gave me butterflies. I think my favorite is when I wear a sundress. I like how her hands feel climbing up my thighs underneath it to pull my panties down. She takes her time, caressing me inside, locking her thumbs under the elastic and dragging slowly down until they come off my ankles. By the time her fingers touch my vagina, I'm practically dripping with anticipation.
Tonight, I'm wearing jeans. It was picture day in school, and I took extra time on my face and hair, as did she. She told me how pretty I looked as my legs fell open. The gentle wind blew across my bare thighs, a subtle chill at the opening of my vagina from the moisture there. Her hands caressed me through the lacy white of my cotton panties causing the air to drain out of my lungs. I love how she touches me.
"Did you talk with Michael today?" She asked, tracing the furrows of my labia through the warm fabric pulled across them.
"He won't even look at me."
"He's a dork. He cheated on Melissa Stringworth."
"I know, but that was last summer and he's so sweet now."
Her fingers slipped down between my lips, my flowing lubrication making my insides buttery against her fingertips. I gasped slightly, looking down at the outline of her knuckles as they bobbed up and down underneath my panties. "Mmmmm, right there..." I said, an involuntary purring in my voice.
"I know what you like," she said, pleased with herself.
"So well," I smiled at her, enjoying the intimacy of this private sharing of sexual pleasure. Since we started doing it, something lovely had passed between us, a trust, and a sort of...grown-upness. We are good Christian girls, we will save ourselves for marriage. We just like to make each other feel good. It's our sworn secret.
I looked out again over the valley, the sun was lower, glints of color appearing on the surface of the river. Abigail slid her fingers down further below my quivering opening to probe my bottom, making me tingle as she pushed gently against it without penetrating me. Her thumb laid against my clit while she made a rotating motion in the back. I lifted my hips slightly to let her continue as images of Michael's handsome face passed through my mind. I tried to be careful not to fantasize about him too much while Abigail made me feel good. But, sometimes I couldn't help it. I'd seen him on the fields with his shirt off before and imagined approaching him with water while he was working, the sweat making his back glisten. Abigail's fingers pulled up across my lips, a generous layer of lube easing her passage over my clit. A soft moan escaped from my throat.
"What are you thinking about?" Abigail asked me, as she often did. Sharing my erotic thoughts with her heightened the experience.
"Michael, shirtless in the field, his back wet from working, he turns to see me..."
"Then what?" I could hear arousal in Abigail's voice. My eyes drifted closed as one of her fingers entered me. With her other hand, she eased my panties down enough to expose my vagina to the air. She looked down at my wet opening as sucking sounds crackled amongst the hay and the timbers of the barn.
"I want him to want to be with me. To feel his eyes gazing down my body, noticing my breasts. Can he tell how wet I am...?" This thought shot a surge of pleasure through my body. Abigail continued to masturbate me slowly. She never hurried, enjoying the slow march towards climax.
"Where would he touch you first?" She asked.
"My breasts..." I whispered. I was floating in an ocean of titillation. I began to feel drunk with it. The valley grew distant. Abigail's finger inside me was like a fountain, rushing pleasure throughout me. I strove to relax, but could not control the muscles of my body from responding to her with a gentle humping motion.
"You want him to slip your top off?" She asked.
With my eyes closed, I moaned softly, "Uh huhh." I barely noticed the buttons loosening on my blouse until it fell free to both sides. My white cami the only thing covering any part of me besides the panties stretched down by Abigail's continued fingering motion. My shoulders bare to the broad space in the barn felt wild and free.
"Where would he start?"
"Under my shirt, his hands would feel me..." As if in a dream, I felt Michael's hand come up under my stretchy cami and fondle my left breast. I saw his eyes in my mind, his strong arms. Abigail fondled my clit between two fingers.
"Ohh, oh yes...Michael..." I whispered. "Put your mouth on me..." My cami slid up and I felt the air on my small chest. Other girls' boobs in my class had come in but mine were slow to, still barely rising above the slope of my ribs. But they were ever-so-sensitive. Soft lips closed around my nipple. I opened my eyes to see the pretty hair of my best friend. Her mouth drew my nipple in, her tongue swirling across it, making it hard and warm. She had slipped her pants off and was in only panties and her green tank. The proximity of her body was intoxicating.
"That feels so good, don't stop..." I cooed. I'd never felt this before. Abigail licked me lavishly. The combination of her finger pushing inside me rhythmically and her mouth on my boob was intoxicating. "Now the other one," I said. Imagining Michael in my head, but enjoying Abigail on my body. She switched to my other nipple. Her breathing was uneven. She was really aroused. I liked it.
"Kiss down my tummy," I directed. It was so exciting. We were in new territory after months of an erotic routine that only involved her fingers. She was carrying out my fantasy with Michael in real life. Her mouth slowly traveled down the fair skin of my chest, pausing to tickle my navel with her tongue. She licked around it. I giggled slightly. Then my pubic hairs were in her mouth. She nuzzled me there, swaying her chin and cheeks back and forth across the small crop of fur that grew inches above my vagina. I ached to feel her hot breath on me.
"Pull my panties all the way off..." Without lifting her head or looking at me, she slipped them off my knees and let them drop to my ankles. "Taste me..." I whispered, barely able to let the words escape past the choking power of the rush of exhilaration I felt. Abigail's tongue came out of her mouth and for the first time I felt it's wet warmth pass over my clit. "Ohhhhhhhhh, my god..." the words come out like a plea, and entreaty to the immensity of what I felt when she licked me there. With her tongue straight out, she stimulated my clit, flipping it back and forth gently. I was completely naked, completely in the power of her tongue.
"Ohhh Michael, that feels so good when you lick me there..." I said. She dipped down, parting my lips, her finger still inside me wiggling slightly. "Please keep going," I added. Abigail shifted my leg to one side so she was between my legs with her face below my waist. I opened my eyes to watch her open mouth descend directly onto my aching skin. Her tongue landed flatly on my opening, licking upwards, then back down as her mouth closed over me entirely. I felt myself melting. She looked so beautiful down there.
I closed my eyes again and it was Michael, his strong back visible as his head bobbed between my legs among the waving grasses of the wheat field. The blue sky smiled at us, the reeds played a tune for our love making as he lapped at me, taking pleasure in the joy of my delectation. My body was a gift to him, my gratification an offering.
I opened my eyes and it was Abigail, my lovely best friend of so many years. Her hair fluttering as she licked my private parts lovingly, the orange light of the sun fading to purple against the yellow gold of her blonde locks. Around her soft lips, a shiny outline from the juices that flowed liberally from my quivering insides. She drank from me and the forest waved with approval of the joy we felt in our secret place, alone with the valley. She loved pleasing me and did it ever so faithfully, asking for nothing in return but sharing my satisfaction with her. The selflessness in it struck me.
"Oh Abigail, don't stop my love..." Her eyes flicked up in my direction. I caressed her hair as she inserted a second finger inside me up to the knuckle. In and out like a piston driven by hot steam she went. She sucked at my clit, pulling it between her lips and releasing. The pounding of her fingers into me increased. I felt the swell of an orgasm building within me.
"I'm going to cum, my beautiful Abigail. You make me feel so good, oh..." My eyes closed hard as the orgasm rose like the great head of an ancient and wise queen, ruling my body as she emerged into the world. I lost myself, crying out into the forest, my pleasure releasing like the burst of a dam. Abigail kept after me, battering my body with her fingers. The climax lifted me out of the barn into the atmosphere, my only connection to the ground Abbi's mouth and fingers, and one hand wrapping around my bottom to hold on to.
I dropped hard into the hay, my butt still bouncing as the spasms of pleasure continued to run me. I realized my hands clutched at the straw in bundles, my head was awkwardly upward with spittle at the edges of my mouth. Abigail's tongue continued to caress my nether parts as I came down, lovingly cleaning me up, enjoying the flavor and the contractions of my body around her mouth.
A delicate silence hung between us, pristine in the beauty of what had just transpired. I hesitated to break it, like savoring a wonderful flavor in your mouth before washing it out with water.
"That was...transcendent," I said finally, catching my breath.
"Uhh-gree," she said, licking her fingers. All I could do was laugh. Dear god, my best friend just gave me a soul shattering orgasm with her mouth.
"If I'd known it could be like that, I would have asked for it a long time ago."
"I wanted to, but wasn't sure you'd like it," she said nestling in next to me on the blanket. Her fingers traced lazily around my bare breasts.
"I'm not sure I would have been ready. The Michael thing got me there. That was very steamy."
"For me too," she said, looking down at my body. I watched her fingers pass over my nipple. "You're so beautiful," she whispered. There was an ache in it I hadn't noticed before. It made my heart skip a beat. She looked up at me and a gravity grew between us. Without a thought, I kissed her softly on the mouth. Her lips parted and we seemed to vanish into each other. I found my hand caressing her face as we enjoyed the taste of each other. The faint smell of roses from her faded perfume, mixed with coconut lotion she always put on after school. What was here for us? More than we had explored? The feelings were so powerful.
The clanging of the dinner bell passing through the white birch grove between us and her house rudely interrupted the floaty feelings of love coalescing between us. Our kiss broke with our smiles. My fingers toyed with her hair.
"Until tomorrow then, my love," I whispered to her.
"Tomorrow," she said kissing my once more before sitting up and handing me my panties. "Who knows what it will bring?"
I smiled at the thought as I dressed in front of her in the old barn loft, the purple glow of the sunset casting it's gentle hands upon my skin as I covered myself back up for dinner. One more kiss and we set off our separate ways. What indeed tomorrow!
I settled back on the cotton blanket we keep wrapped in a water safe bag. Our spot is just beneath the lip of the loft doors where we cannot be seen from the ground, though no one ever comes out here anyway. I can lay prone and see all the way to the far hills across Stone River, the sound of birds tweeting happily all around us. Abigail and I chatter about the day, boys, our families, as we spread the blanket and I lay on it. She likes to take my pants or dress off. I came with no panties once, thinking she might enjoy it. But, she told me she likes removing my panties. "I want to unwrap you," is what she actually said. It gave me butterflies. I think my favorite is when I wear a sundress. I like how her hands feel climbing up my thighs underneath it to pull my panties down. She takes her time, caressing me inside, locking her thumbs under the elastic and dragging slowly down until they come off my ankles. By the time her fingers touch my vagina, I'm practically dripping with anticipation.
Tonight, I'm wearing jeans. It was picture day in school, and I took extra time on my face and hair, as did she. She told me how pretty I looked as my legs fell open. The gentle wind blew across my bare thighs, a subtle chill at the opening of my vagina from the moisture there. Her hands caressed me through the lacy white of my cotton panties causing the air to drain out of my lungs. I love how she touches me.
"Did you talk with Michael today?" She asked, tracing the furrows of my labia through the warm fabric pulled across them.
"He won't even look at me."
"He's a dork. He cheated on Melissa Stringworth."
"I know, but that was last summer and he's so sweet now."
Her fingers slipped down between my lips, my flowing lubrication making my insides buttery against her fingertips. I gasped slightly, looking down at the outline of her knuckles as they bobbed up and down underneath my panties. "Mmmmm, right there..." I said, an involuntary purring in my voice.
"I know what you like," she said, pleased with herself.
"So well," I smiled at her, enjoying the intimacy of this private sharing of sexual pleasure. Since we started doing it, something lovely had passed between us, a trust, and a sort of...grown-upness. We are good Christian girls, we will save ourselves for marriage. We just like to make each other feel good. It's our sworn secret.
I looked out again over the valley, the sun was lower, glints of color appearing on the surface of the river. Abigail slid her fingers down further below my quivering opening to probe my bottom, making me tingle as she pushed gently against it without penetrating me. Her thumb laid against my clit while she made a rotating motion in the back. I lifted my hips slightly to let her continue as images of Michael's handsome face passed through my mind. I tried to be careful not to fantasize about him too much while Abigail made me feel good. But, sometimes I couldn't help it. I'd seen him on the fields with his shirt off before and imagined approaching him with water while he was working, the sweat making his back glisten. Abigail's fingers pulled up across my lips, a generous layer of lube easing her passage over my clit. A soft moan escaped from my throat.
"What are you thinking about?" Abigail asked me, as she often did. Sharing my erotic thoughts with her heightened the experience.
"Michael, shirtless in the field, his back wet from working, he turns to see me..."
"Then what?" I could hear arousal in Abigail's voice. My eyes drifted closed as one of her fingers entered me. With her other hand, she eased my panties down enough to expose my vagina to the air. She looked down at my wet opening as sucking sounds crackled amongst the hay and the timbers of the barn.
"I want him to want to be with me. To feel his eyes gazing down my body, noticing my breasts. Can he tell how wet I am...?" This thought shot a surge of pleasure through my body. Abigail continued to masturbate me slowly. She never hurried, enjoying the slow march towards climax.
"Where would he touch you first?" She asked.
"My breasts..." I whispered. I was floating in an ocean of titillation. I began to feel drunk with it. The valley grew distant. Abigail's finger inside me was like a fountain, rushing pleasure throughout me. I strove to relax, but could not control the muscles of my body from responding to her with a gentle humping motion.
"You want him to slip your top off?" She asked.
With my eyes closed, I moaned softly, "Uh huhh." I barely noticed the buttons loosening on my blouse until it fell free to both sides. My white cami the only thing covering any part of me besides the panties stretched down by Abigail's continued fingering motion. My shoulders bare to the broad space in the barn felt wild and free.
"Where would he start?"
"Under my shirt, his hands would feel me..." As if in a dream, I felt Michael's hand come up under my stretchy cami and fondle my left breast. I saw his eyes in my mind, his strong arms. Abigail fondled my clit between two fingers.
"Ohh, oh yes...Michael..." I whispered. "Put your mouth on me..." My cami slid up and I felt the air on my small chest. Other girls' boobs in my class had come in but mine were slow to, still barely rising above the slope of my ribs. But they were ever-so-sensitive. Soft lips closed around my nipple. I opened my eyes to see the pretty hair of my best friend. Her mouth drew my nipple in, her tongue swirling across it, making it hard and warm. She had slipped her pants off and was in only panties and her green tank. The proximity of her body was intoxicating.
"That feels so good, don't stop..." I cooed. I'd never felt this before. Abigail licked me lavishly. The combination of her finger pushing inside me rhythmically and her mouth on my boob was intoxicating. "Now the other one," I said. Imagining Michael in my head, but enjoying Abigail on my body. She switched to my other nipple. Her breathing was uneven. She was really aroused. I liked it.
"Kiss down my tummy," I directed. It was so exciting. We were in new territory after months of an erotic routine that only involved her fingers. She was carrying out my fantasy with Michael in real life. Her mouth slowly traveled down the fair skin of my chest, pausing to tickle my navel with her tongue. She licked around it. I giggled slightly. Then my pubic hairs were in her mouth. She nuzzled me there, swaying her chin and cheeks back and forth across the small crop of fur that grew inches above my vagina. I ached to feel her hot breath on me.
"Pull my panties all the way off..." Without lifting her head or looking at me, she slipped them off my knees and let them drop to my ankles. "Taste me..." I whispered, barely able to let the words escape past the choking power of the rush of exhilaration I felt. Abigail's tongue came out of her mouth and for the first time I felt it's wet warmth pass over my clit. "Ohhhhhhhhh, my god..." the words come out like a plea, and entreaty to the immensity of what I felt when she licked me there. With her tongue straight out, she stimulated my clit, flipping it back and forth gently. I was completely naked, completely in the power of her tongue.
"Ohhh Michael, that feels so good when you lick me there..." I said. She dipped down, parting my lips, her finger still inside me wiggling slightly. "Please keep going," I added. Abigail shifted my leg to one side so she was between my legs with her face below my waist. I opened my eyes to watch her open mouth descend directly onto my aching skin. Her tongue landed flatly on my opening, licking upwards, then back down as her mouth closed over me entirely. I felt myself melting. She looked so beautiful down there.
I closed my eyes again and it was Michael, his strong back visible as his head bobbed between my legs among the waving grasses of the wheat field. The blue sky smiled at us, the reeds played a tune for our love making as he lapped at me, taking pleasure in the joy of my delectation. My body was a gift to him, my gratification an offering.
I opened my eyes and it was Abigail, my lovely best friend of so many years. Her hair fluttering as she licked my private parts lovingly, the orange light of the sun fading to purple against the yellow gold of her blonde locks. Around her soft lips, a shiny outline from the juices that flowed liberally from my quivering insides. She drank from me and the forest waved with approval of the joy we felt in our secret place, alone with the valley. She loved pleasing me and did it ever so faithfully, asking for nothing in return but sharing my satisfaction with her. The selflessness in it struck me.
"Oh Abigail, don't stop my love..." Her eyes flicked up in my direction. I caressed her hair as she inserted a second finger inside me up to the knuckle. In and out like a piston driven by hot steam she went. She sucked at my clit, pulling it between her lips and releasing. The pounding of her fingers into me increased. I felt the swell of an orgasm building within me.
"I'm going to cum, my beautiful Abigail. You make me feel so good, oh..." My eyes closed hard as the orgasm rose like the great head of an ancient and wise queen, ruling my body as she emerged into the world. I lost myself, crying out into the forest, my pleasure releasing like the burst of a dam. Abigail kept after me, battering my body with her fingers. The climax lifted me out of the barn into the atmosphere, my only connection to the ground Abbi's mouth and fingers, and one hand wrapping around my bottom to hold on to.
I dropped hard into the hay, my butt still bouncing as the spasms of pleasure continued to run me. I realized my hands clutched at the straw in bundles, my head was awkwardly upward with spittle at the edges of my mouth. Abigail's tongue continued to caress my nether parts as I came down, lovingly cleaning me up, enjoying the flavor and the contractions of my body around her mouth.
A delicate silence hung between us, pristine in the beauty of what had just transpired. I hesitated to break it, like savoring a wonderful flavor in your mouth before washing it out with water.
"That was...transcendent," I said finally, catching my breath.
"Uhh-gree," she said, licking her fingers. All I could do was laugh. Dear god, my best friend just gave me a soul shattering orgasm with her mouth.
"If I'd known it could be like that, I would have asked for it a long time ago."
"I wanted to, but wasn't sure you'd like it," she said nestling in next to me on the blanket. Her fingers traced lazily around my bare breasts.
"I'm not sure I would have been ready. The Michael thing got me there. That was very steamy."
"For me too," she said, looking down at my body. I watched her fingers pass over my nipple. "You're so beautiful," she whispered. There was an ache in it I hadn't noticed before. It made my heart skip a beat. She looked up at me and a gravity grew between us. Without a thought, I kissed her softly on the mouth. Her lips parted and we seemed to vanish into each other. I found my hand caressing her face as we enjoyed the taste of each other. The faint smell of roses from her faded perfume, mixed with coconut lotion she always put on after school. What was here for us? More than we had explored? The feelings were so powerful.
The clanging of the dinner bell passing through the white birch grove between us and her house rudely interrupted the floaty feelings of love coalescing between us. Our kiss broke with our smiles. My fingers toyed with her hair.
"Until tomorrow then, my love," I whispered to her.
"Tomorrow," she said kissing my once more before sitting up and handing me my panties. "Who knows what it will bring?"
I smiled at the thought as I dressed in front of her in the old barn loft, the purple glow of the sunset casting it's gentle hands upon my skin as I covered myself back up for dinner. One more kiss and we set off our separate ways. What indeed tomorrow!
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