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Maggie's fingers probed down inside my panties under the shifting light of the shadows of the palm trees that danced across the open shades of her bedroom window. I sat awkwardly back on my elbows, watching her hand, which disappeared up to her wrist underneath the waistband of my school uniform skirt, the white tails of my cotton blouse parted on either side. Little breaths escaped like butterflies from my throat, uncontrolled as if my lungs were directly connected to my quivering vagina.
"Are you sure this is ok?" she asked me.
I nodded, "It feels really good and...forbidden," I said to her. By that, I meant "exciting" in a "we get to choose what we want to do" kinda way. We only met this year at St Catherine of Alexandria school where the repressive abstinence talk had been heavy since seventh grade. Maggie and I became instant friends once we realized we both felt the same way about the rules imposed on us. There was much we loved about being Catholic. But, we really wanted to experience sex and felt we should be able to as long as we were safe and respectful. But, we were scared to do it with boys because of all the gossip and rules.
"Two of my favorite things," Maggie said with a smile. I watched the little mounds of her knuckles shift to and fro under my skirt. Her fingers were soft and slid easily across the damp flesh between my legs. She applied pressure as she stroked up and down, neatly nestled within the smooth cranny along one side of my clit. I looked up at her bright, blue-green eyes, feeling as if I could barely breathe. She was watching my face intently, a lusty desire in her expression. She was petite and wore her hair shoulder length with a bouncy curl, pink in her smooth cheeks and a blue green eye shadow. Her gaze drifted down my chest. My small breasts seemed to protrude up from my chest through the white cotton shirt more than I was typically aware. Perhaps it was the heaving of my breath.
"Tell me how it feels," she said.
"Like when I do it only better," I answered with some effort. "All I can think about is your body, and how your finger feels caressing my vaj."
"When do you do it?" She asked as she applied a second finger, making an upside down V to caress both sides of my clit. The butt of her wrist wrested in my curly orange pubes. I unclasped my skirt to free it and allow her better access. The snaps fell loosely apart and she dragged the zipper down a few inches. The pale pink of my panties popped against the dowdy navy of my plaid uniform skirt. The top of my wild bush poked out underneath her hand.
"Every night in bed," I answered. "And sometimes in the shower."
"Do you use your fingers only, or other things too?" She asked, watching my responses. My eyes felt heavy as she manipulated my slick genitals.
"Um...hooo...mostly fingers. Sometimes a hairbrush. And, my showerhead detaches. It's really ohhhh, mmmm nice."
"What do you fantasize about?" She wanted to know all my secrets!
"Bryson Mannings' giant penis," I said, the last of it coming out as a whisper. "Changing with the girls in the locker room when I played soccer last year. Jenny Fremont's dad, he's so sexy..." At this we both laughed. "I know, it's wrong! But, I can't help it" I looked up into her pretty face, her loving fingers pleasuring me. "Ummmm...also you. In my bed with me." I barely realized I said this last part out loud.
"Really? What happens with fantasy me?"
"I wake up and realize you are caressing my breasts and I play like I'm asleep. You touch me everywhere, but all I can think about is how much I want you to touch me down there." My eyes fell down towards my loosened skirt, her hand plunged down to the V between my thighs as I humped gently against her. Her finger slid inside me, dragging along my clit until she was in to the knuckle.
"Oh! Oh god!" I couldn't help crying out. She wiggled up inside me. "You're up in my vagina, Maggie, fukkkkk..." I don't curse much. But, she was lighting my body on fire.
"Can I make you cum?" She asked me.
"I want you to."
She drew her finger out and penetrated me again, deeper this time. I caught my breath before being loud again. We were alone in her house, but I didn't want to make the mistake of thinking it wasn't possible for someone to come home while we were doing this. Being caught would be disastrous.
I pulled frantically at my skirt to free myself from it. It dropped to my ankles, followed by my panties as Maggie added a second finger and started to drill me like a piston. Her fingers made squishing noises as she entered and withdrew from my oozing opening, her thumb bumping my clit. Faster and faster she undulated. My hands groped my own breasts, then clutched at her legs and hand. I think I felt her breast at one point. My shirt and bra felt constricting, but I didn't want to break the rhythm of what was building inside my body as she finger fucked me into mush. I was flat on my back, my knees hung off the edge of the bed, legs spread as the onslaught of her stiff fingers pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Oh Maggie, hmmmphhh, ohh fukfukfuk oh finish me, gah it's so, sooooo.....uuhnnngghhhhh..." My hair seemed to be everywhere as I came in a rush of intense sexual gratification that seemed to radiate outward from my pelvis into all my extremities. I grasped for her, pulling at her hand to continue to perforate my sexual soul as it burst into a thousand stars on the edge of her bed. It was more glorious than I could have imagined.
I lay aghast, my mind reeling from the ride my body had just taken. A cool sensation kissed the skin around my swollen vagina. I opened my eyes and Maggie's fingers were in her mouth. I was woozy with hormones as I watched her slip down to the floor, part my knees and lay her tongue flat against my pussy. It seemed to happen in slow motion. "She's going down on me," I thought in my dreamy state. We'd only talked about using our fingers. But, now I wanted this so badly. it felt right.
Her tongue swirled across my labia, swishing along the nerve endings, playing me like a harp. The music was our desire. It filled the air with the fragrance of my raging desire and her sweet saliva. I found my own fingers in my mouth as she ate me there in her bedroom. Neither of us could have expected this erotic opiate-like experience, being complete virgins.
I was mildly aware of the bobbing of her head between me legs, her bright eyes flashing up to see my expression, then looking down at the treasure below the bright orange poof of my pubic curls.
"Oh, god, Mags. I love this so much, holy fuck. It's sooooo goooooooddd..." I held her head in my hands, gently. One of her hands climbed under my blouse and slid under my A cup on one side. She tweaked my nipple as I pulled at my other through my bra. "Oh, don't stopp, don't d-d-don-mmmmmgaahhhhhh..." The second orgasm started lower and rose even higher, like it was driving through the threshold of a massive dam that resisted it, but could not withstand. My body was laid waste by it. I pulled and wiggled and bounced, finally lifting my hips up high as her tongue seemed to be everywhere from my pubes to my anus.
She never stopped, even when the final force of the climax waned to a whisper. I lay there, incapable of movement or thought, conscious only of the power of my breathing. It reminded me of how my Buddhist lab partner described Nirvana "A total release from any sense of suffering, desire, or sense of self". I was nothing and everything. Until I felt a pressure in my bladder.
"I have to pee," I said with a giggle that was quickly swallowed by a wave of endorphin numbness. I didn't want to get up.
"Do it here, I'll take care of it," she whispered.
"What?" I asked, a little weirded out by what she was suggesting.
"Don't worry, it's hot. Just don't think about it. Let it happen," she said. I felt her mouth close over my vagina, her tongue licking upward to make a seal against my pee hole. With her thumbs she spread me open further.
"YOu're sure...?" I asked, little energy to argue with her. She only nodded. I had to go kind of a lot. All it took was to just relax muscles inside and I felt the warm flow begin to leave my body. She made sucking sounds and I felt her begin to swallow. Part of me was a little repulsed, another found it hot in a taboo, dirty sort of way. In a few seconds I could feel it was quite a strong stream and she seemed to struggle a to keep up with it, gulping quickly and keeping her mouth closed around my skin. I felt an erotic sense of connection to her as she took care of my body in this shockingly personal way, the warm sucking and licking motions around my vagina providing constant stimulation. Then the flow slowed. She open her mouth a bit and I could here a splashy trickle. Looking down, she was a few inches off my body, the last of the stream squirting like a fountain out of my peehole into a pool in her mouth. She swallowed and took the last of it, licking me clean after.
"Did you like that?" I asked, a little incredulous that she'd even tried it.
She was wiping her mouth. "Not exactly what I expected. More bitter." She said, swallowing a few more times. "Mighta gotten a little carried away on that haha," she said smiling. "Was just really really into your body, all the flavors and fragrances."
This made me smile. It was super fun to try this with her and not feel the need to judge or be judged.
"I feel like I could nap," I said, gearing up to try it on her.
"You should. We can snuggle," she said.
"But, that's not fair to you. I want to get you off too."
"Good god, let's not be like that. Unless you think that's the only time we are going to do this?"
"I hope not!"
"Then, I'd love to take a nap with you. More sex later," she said winking.
And when she said it that way it occurred to me for the first time that we were having sex. I'd been telling myself it was just "touching" or "fingering each other" or whatever. I think if she'd said it an hour ago I'd have tried to change the words. Now, it was more exciting. I was having sex with my beautiful friend Maggie. We were having sex.
"Better put all this back on," she said handing me my skirt and panties. I slid them back on, as she settled in on the bed next to me, spooning from behind. Her arms wrapped me up and she kissed me hair and ear sweetly. I felt a flutter in my panties and thought for a minute of taking her right then and there. Then I was sleeping.
"Are you sure this is ok?" she asked me.
I nodded, "It feels really good and...forbidden," I said to her. By that, I meant "exciting" in a "we get to choose what we want to do" kinda way. We only met this year at St Catherine of Alexandria school where the repressive abstinence talk had been heavy since seventh grade. Maggie and I became instant friends once we realized we both felt the same way about the rules imposed on us. There was much we loved about being Catholic. But, we really wanted to experience sex and felt we should be able to as long as we were safe and respectful. But, we were scared to do it with boys because of all the gossip and rules.
"Two of my favorite things," Maggie said with a smile. I watched the little mounds of her knuckles shift to and fro under my skirt. Her fingers were soft and slid easily across the damp flesh between my legs. She applied pressure as she stroked up and down, neatly nestled within the smooth cranny along one side of my clit. I looked up at her bright, blue-green eyes, feeling as if I could barely breathe. She was watching my face intently, a lusty desire in her expression. She was petite and wore her hair shoulder length with a bouncy curl, pink in her smooth cheeks and a blue green eye shadow. Her gaze drifted down my chest. My small breasts seemed to protrude up from my chest through the white cotton shirt more than I was typically aware. Perhaps it was the heaving of my breath.
"Tell me how it feels," she said.
"Like when I do it only better," I answered with some effort. "All I can think about is your body, and how your finger feels caressing my vaj."
"When do you do it?" She asked as she applied a second finger, making an upside down V to caress both sides of my clit. The butt of her wrist wrested in my curly orange pubes. I unclasped my skirt to free it and allow her better access. The snaps fell loosely apart and she dragged the zipper down a few inches. The pale pink of my panties popped against the dowdy navy of my plaid uniform skirt. The top of my wild bush poked out underneath her hand.
"Every night in bed," I answered. "And sometimes in the shower."
"Do you use your fingers only, or other things too?" She asked, watching my responses. My eyes felt heavy as she manipulated my slick genitals.
"Um...hooo...mostly fingers. Sometimes a hairbrush. And, my showerhead detaches. It's really ohhhh, mmmm nice."
"What do you fantasize about?" She wanted to know all my secrets!
"Bryson Mannings' giant penis," I said, the last of it coming out as a whisper. "Changing with the girls in the locker room when I played soccer last year. Jenny Fremont's dad, he's so sexy..." At this we both laughed. "I know, it's wrong! But, I can't help it" I looked up into her pretty face, her loving fingers pleasuring me. "Ummmm...also you. In my bed with me." I barely realized I said this last part out loud.
"Really? What happens with fantasy me?"
"I wake up and realize you are caressing my breasts and I play like I'm asleep. You touch me everywhere, but all I can think about is how much I want you to touch me down there." My eyes fell down towards my loosened skirt, her hand plunged down to the V between my thighs as I humped gently against her. Her finger slid inside me, dragging along my clit until she was in to the knuckle.
"Oh! Oh god!" I couldn't help crying out. She wiggled up inside me. "You're up in my vagina, Maggie, fukkkkk..." I don't curse much. But, she was lighting my body on fire.
"Can I make you cum?" She asked me.
"I want you to."
She drew her finger out and penetrated me again, deeper this time. I caught my breath before being loud again. We were alone in her house, but I didn't want to make the mistake of thinking it wasn't possible for someone to come home while we were doing this. Being caught would be disastrous.
I pulled frantically at my skirt to free myself from it. It dropped to my ankles, followed by my panties as Maggie added a second finger and started to drill me like a piston. Her fingers made squishing noises as she entered and withdrew from my oozing opening, her thumb bumping my clit. Faster and faster she undulated. My hands groped my own breasts, then clutched at her legs and hand. I think I felt her breast at one point. My shirt and bra felt constricting, but I didn't want to break the rhythm of what was building inside my body as she finger fucked me into mush. I was flat on my back, my knees hung off the edge of the bed, legs spread as the onslaught of her stiff fingers pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.
"Oh Maggie, hmmmphhh, ohh fukfukfuk oh finish me, gah it's so, sooooo.....uuhnnngghhhhh..." My hair seemed to be everywhere as I came in a rush of intense sexual gratification that seemed to radiate outward from my pelvis into all my extremities. I grasped for her, pulling at her hand to continue to perforate my sexual soul as it burst into a thousand stars on the edge of her bed. It was more glorious than I could have imagined.
I lay aghast, my mind reeling from the ride my body had just taken. A cool sensation kissed the skin around my swollen vagina. I opened my eyes and Maggie's fingers were in her mouth. I was woozy with hormones as I watched her slip down to the floor, part my knees and lay her tongue flat against my pussy. It seemed to happen in slow motion. "She's going down on me," I thought in my dreamy state. We'd only talked about using our fingers. But, now I wanted this so badly. it felt right.
Her tongue swirled across my labia, swishing along the nerve endings, playing me like a harp. The music was our desire. It filled the air with the fragrance of my raging desire and her sweet saliva. I found my own fingers in my mouth as she ate me there in her bedroom. Neither of us could have expected this erotic opiate-like experience, being complete virgins.
I was mildly aware of the bobbing of her head between me legs, her bright eyes flashing up to see my expression, then looking down at the treasure below the bright orange poof of my pubic curls.
"Oh, god, Mags. I love this so much, holy fuck. It's sooooo goooooooddd..." I held her head in my hands, gently. One of her hands climbed under my blouse and slid under my A cup on one side. She tweaked my nipple as I pulled at my other through my bra. "Oh, don't stopp, don't d-d-don-mmmmmgaahhhhhh..." The second orgasm started lower and rose even higher, like it was driving through the threshold of a massive dam that resisted it, but could not withstand. My body was laid waste by it. I pulled and wiggled and bounced, finally lifting my hips up high as her tongue seemed to be everywhere from my pubes to my anus.
She never stopped, even when the final force of the climax waned to a whisper. I lay there, incapable of movement or thought, conscious only of the power of my breathing. It reminded me of how my Buddhist lab partner described Nirvana "A total release from any sense of suffering, desire, or sense of self". I was nothing and everything. Until I felt a pressure in my bladder.
"I have to pee," I said with a giggle that was quickly swallowed by a wave of endorphin numbness. I didn't want to get up.
"Do it here, I'll take care of it," she whispered.
"What?" I asked, a little weirded out by what she was suggesting.
"Don't worry, it's hot. Just don't think about it. Let it happen," she said. I felt her mouth close over my vagina, her tongue licking upward to make a seal against my pee hole. With her thumbs she spread me open further.
"YOu're sure...?" I asked, little energy to argue with her. She only nodded. I had to go kind of a lot. All it took was to just relax muscles inside and I felt the warm flow begin to leave my body. She made sucking sounds and I felt her begin to swallow. Part of me was a little repulsed, another found it hot in a taboo, dirty sort of way. In a few seconds I could feel it was quite a strong stream and she seemed to struggle a to keep up with it, gulping quickly and keeping her mouth closed around my skin. I felt an erotic sense of connection to her as she took care of my body in this shockingly personal way, the warm sucking and licking motions around my vagina providing constant stimulation. Then the flow slowed. She open her mouth a bit and I could here a splashy trickle. Looking down, she was a few inches off my body, the last of the stream squirting like a fountain out of my peehole into a pool in her mouth. She swallowed and took the last of it, licking me clean after.
"Did you like that?" I asked, a little incredulous that she'd even tried it.
She was wiping her mouth. "Not exactly what I expected. More bitter." She said, swallowing a few more times. "Mighta gotten a little carried away on that haha," she said smiling. "Was just really really into your body, all the flavors and fragrances."
This made me smile. It was super fun to try this with her and not feel the need to judge or be judged.
"I feel like I could nap," I said, gearing up to try it on her.
"You should. We can snuggle," she said.
"But, that's not fair to you. I want to get you off too."
"Good god, let's not be like that. Unless you think that's the only time we are going to do this?"
"I hope not!"
"Then, I'd love to take a nap with you. More sex later," she said winking.
And when she said it that way it occurred to me for the first time that we were having sex. I'd been telling myself it was just "touching" or "fingering each other" or whatever. I think if she'd said it an hour ago I'd have tried to change the words. Now, it was more exciting. I was having sex with my beautiful friend Maggie. We were having sex.
"Better put all this back on," she said handing me my skirt and panties. I slid them back on, as she settled in on the bed next to me, spooning from behind. Her arms wrapped me up and she kissed me hair and ear sweetly. I felt a flutter in my panties and thought for a minute of taking her right then and there. Then I was sleeping.
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