Chelsea and Jessica go Uniform Shopping
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“Oh Damn” said a female voice, “Not again!”
“Is it snowing again, Crystal?” said another girls’ voice.
“Yea” Crystal said. “Another fine day created by mother nature!!! Now I’m stuck here! I’m gonna be late getting home, again! It’s all your fault, Chelsea!!”
“ I know, I know. Another day, more snow.”
“I’m gonna go upstairs and try to call my parents”
Crystal and Chelsea had been best friends ever since their parents had divorced and their mothers had become friends, some 18 years ago. Crystal, 18 years old, was the junior person. She stood 5’4”, with straight brown hair, a tight little butt, and B-cup breasts. She was still a virgin, being the daughter of a Baptist preacher. Chelsea was the older one by two years. She was 5’11” tall, with straight blonde hair, a fair sized butt, and with perfect 36 DD breasts. Chelsea had become Crystal’s babysitter for life, and the two had bonded like sisters. Now, they spend almost every day together, living across town from each other in Bangor, Maine. The problem with snow was always a problem for travel between houses. Today was no exception.
“Damn it Chelsea, the phones are down again! My mother shouldn’t worry too much, though.” Crystal called down the stairs.
“Oh well, wouldn’t be the first time” replied Chelsea. “What are we gonna do in the meantime?”
“We could watch a movie like last time, I guess, or we could play a game?” Crystal suggested.
“I dunno, I guess a game would be okay. What kind of game?” Chelsea asked
“How about a card game? Blackjack?” Crystal suggested.
“Okay” agreed Chelsea.
“I’m gonna take a shower first, okay?”
“That’s fine” Chelsea said.
While Chelsea was searching for the card decks, Crystal was getting ready for a shower. She stripped down to her underwear, a sexy little black thong and a matching lace bra. She ran the water for a second, letting it warm up. After pulling the shower handle, she stood up and removed her bra and thong. After testing the water, she stepped into the shower. Crystal grabbed the shampoo bottle and did her hair. After that, she picked up the soap and lathered herself well, taking care to get in every spot. When she worked down to her pussy, she paused. “I need to shave. I’m sure Chelsea won’t mind if I use hers” she thought. She finished lathering her legs, and rinsed off all of the suds. Crystal then sat down in the tub to shave.
She picked up Chelsea’s electric razor. She started to shave her pussy, a little bit at a time. She noticed her lips getting wet, and not with water from the shower. She rarely used an electric shaver; she usually used a straight razor. When the vibrating razor touched her clit, she jumped slightly from the sudden stimulus. Crystal’s thoughts suddenly started to drift from the shower to sexual images. Closing her eyes, she gently pushed the razor with increasing pressure against her love button. After about half a minute, she started to moan with the pleasure. She started pulsing the razor against her clit. As time went on, her moans became louder and louder. When she felt herself start shaking, Crystal slipped two of her fingers into her pussy. She moaned louder, pumping her fingers in and out of her. As she neared climax, she fondled her g-spot, elicting a wild response from her body. She had to take the fingers out of her pussy and jam them into her mouth to keep her from screaming with pleasure. Her orgasm shook her hard, causing her to push her hips as hard as she could against the vibrating razor. She screamed into her hand with a volume she was sure that Chelsea could hear downstairs. After about ten seconds, she calmed down. Crystal took out her hand, switched off the razor, and laid there for several minutes. When she recuperated from her earthquake of an orgasm, she got up and started towelling herself off. She wrapped the towel around her body, and opened the bathroom door.
“Hey Chelsea, can I borrow some of your clothes for awhile?” Crystal asked.
“Sure” replied Chelsea. “They may be a little big, but they’ll do for right now”
Crystal walked to Chelsea’s bedroom. She went to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and gasped. There, right in front of her, was a drawer full of dildos, vibrators, sex guides and books. She just stared at them for a few seconds and quickly closed the drawer, pretending she hadn’t seen them. She reached into the other drawers and took out a t-shirt & sweat pants. She then went downstairs, acting as if nothing had happened.
As Crystal walked into the living room, Chelsea began to deal out the cards for their game. Crystal sat down and accepted her hand. After winning a few rounds, Crystal became bored. She zoned out, thinking of what she had just witnessed in Chelsea’s room.
“Hey Crystal, is something bothering you?” Chelsea noticed the zoned look.
“No, um, nothing!” Crystal replied nervously.
“C’mon, Crys, you can trust me, I won’t laugh” Chelsea said comfortingly.
“No, you would get mad” Crystal commented nervously.
“No I won’t, just spit it out.” Chelsea said.
“You promise you won’t get mad”
“Promise”
“Well, I was up in your room and….” Crystal started.
“And?” Chelsea replied, realizing what Crystal had seen.
“…I, um, saw some things in your drawer.” Crystal said, speaking in a nervous voice. “You know, those, sexual things”
“Oh, you mean my toys?”
“Yea” replied Crystal, relieved that Chelsea did not explode in rage.
“So?”
“I, um, was wondering where you got them.” Crystal asked.
“Remember my trip to Europe when I was in 12th grade? We made a stop in Amsterdam, just an overnight stop for a train. Me and a couple of my friends snuck out and hit the shops. We were of age, so we bought a few things.”
“Oh, okay. Have you, um, used them any?” Crystal asked, nervous once more.
“Yea, all the time!” replied Chelsea
“What do they feel like, when, you know, use them?”
“Oh, they feel soooo good. It feels like….I dunno how to explain it. I guess the only way to know is to try them.” Chelsea said, her pussy gathering moisture in expectance of the inevitable future.
“Well, um, could I see them?” Crystal asked in a weak, tinny voice.
“Sure! Hang on.”
As Crystal tried to come to grips with the conversation she had just had, she felt her pussy getting wet again, knowing what was coming down the stairs in Chelsea’s arms. Pure 100% sexual pleasure. Her stomach churned with butterflies as Chelsea walked into the room, her arms around the entire drawer of toys. She sat down and explained each one to her. She pulled out a little 4-inch vibrator with a control attached with a wire first.
“Crystal, this is called a vibrator. It’s a little gadget that you can stick into your pussy. When it is turned on, it feels really good. Have you ever had sex?”
“No, I haven’t. Will it hurt?”
“Do you still have your cherry, or hymen?” inquired Chelsea
“No” replied Crystal. “It tore when I was cheerleading a couple of years back.
“For just a second. After that, you won’t even feel it.”
“Can I, um, try it, Chelsea?”
“Sure! Just take off your pants, leave your underwear on if you want to”
“Okay” Crystal complied. She was soon pantlesss
“Okay. Just ease it in, slowly” Chelsea directed.
Crystal moaned as it popped into her vagina. Chelsea then turned it on low vibration, causing Crystal’s pussy to emit a low hum. Crystal gasped when it was turned on, and started to grip at the carpet with her fingers, looking for a place to hold. She started to gyrate, her hips moving slowly, up and down.
“Oh my god Chelsea that feels soo good!”
“Yea! I told you!”
“Faster, Chelsea, make it go faster!!!!!!’
Chelsea turned the dial up a couple of notches. The humming in Crystal’s panties turned louder. Crystal started humping air, faster and faster as time went on. Gripping the floor, she started to moan to the rhythm made by her humping. She finally released the floor from one of her hands and started to palm her clit. She humped faster and faster, bouncing off the floor in jerky motions, causing the entire floor to shake. Then, she screamed. She screamed louder than she had ever before, coming all over her panties and hand. After a few minutes of silent rest, she looked up at Chelsea.
“That was the best time of my life!!!”
“I know! That was so sexy, I’m getting wet myself!”
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I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
I felt her lips reach the base of my cock and I gave the back of her head a soft caress followed by a little push. Her lips gently flared out on the base of my hairless shaft and she moaned with my cockhead buried in her throat. I looked down and watched her green eyes as they stayed locked into mine. Crystal had enhanced her eyes the way she usually did when we went out somewhere. She fringed her lashes with lots of that CoverGirl ThickLash mascara that gave her lashes a longer, plush look....
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I was working ate in the campaign office along with about three volunteers. I was in charge of a Get Out The Vote effort for a local candidate and we had been brain storming things for weeks with staff. One of the three volunteers was a college-aged girl named Crystal. Crystal had an engaging smile and the only thing bigger than her smile was her heart and her boobs. I had secretly stalked her Facebook photos after she added me as a friend. I had hopes of determining a little more about her...
HardcoreNobody should approach me if they want a fair, balanced and informed opinion of Rock Hill, South Carolina. Most of what I discovered about the city was well after the Crystal Passion tour and what we saw was probably unrepresentative and, to be honest, not especially attractive. It was a town very much in the shadow of the somewhat larger city of Charlotte, 25 miles away and mostly only glimpsed at as we drove by on the relatively new Interstate 485 which also took us past Charlotte Douglas...
Edie Gerst and her editor published the story about my baby, Summer, George, Crystal, and me on Thursday. They carefully picked the day of the week, because that's the day most of the tabloids get to the newsstands, so it would be a week before they would be able to catch up with the scoop we'd given the Dayton Daily News. By the time they would be able to write about the story, it would be old news, and depending on what else happened during the week, including what flying saucers landed...
Not surprisingly, I found a few residual women in my bed on Tuesday morning, and we made love again. After that, we all showered, having some sexual play in our shower room, dressed, and then had a light breakfast. I felt like a kid waiting for Santa Claus to arrive, just knowing I would get my favorite and most wished for present later that day – Crystal! The clock slowed to a crawl. I kept looking at it, trying to see how fast 5:30 p.m. would arrive. It wasn't coming fast at all....
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
Nobody should approach me if they want a fair, balanced and informed opinion of Rock Hill, South Carolina. Most of what I discovered about the city was well after the Crystal Passion tour and what we saw was probably unrepresentative and, to be honest, not especially attractive. It was a town very much in the shadow of the somewhat larger city of Charlotte, 25 miles away and mostly only glimpsed at as we drove by on the relatively new Interstate 485 which also took us past Charlotte Douglas...
I looked at the pretty young woman and pondered how to answer her question, 'Mr. Mellon ... err, this is delicate ... I don't know how to put this ... but, well, ... do you have a child ... by a woman who lives in Greenville, Ohio – a baby about seven or eight months old?' I practically choked out loud. I did indeed have a child I'd fathered in Greenville, Ohio. Crystal knew too, but other than the baby's parents no one else should have figured out the lineage of that child. Crystal...
Phoenix Rising ------------------------ An adult tale by Miss Irene Clearmont. Copyright 2011 (Nov) Henry is a rich layabout who is just waiting for his twenty fifth birthday so he can claim his inheritance. A massive blowout in a Bahamas casino finds him looking for a little cash and something to allay the boredom. The deckhand job on the small cutter, the ‘Phoenix’, turns out to be just the ticket; a ticket on a ride that assumes a serious turn when he starts to...
However much I admired Crystal’s song-writing skills when I was playing in her band, I didn’t really dwell much on the meaning of her lyrics. Certainly not with the intense attention to detail as Polly Tarantella. She quotes from Crystal Passion’s lyrics as if it was poetry and uncovered depths of meaning in them that had never occurred to me. I suppose it’s natural to think you might glean everything about Crystal’s philosophy of life from her lyrics, especially since she never explicitly...
I had already forgotten that Crystal and Annie were supposed to come over to meet me. I was just putting away my cup when there was a very solid knock on the door. Being really careful, I turned on the place in my head and made me not see the door anymore. Outside there was a very big muscular man standing next to a girl in a karate uniform that was holding two plastic grocery bags. I recognized that the girl was either Annie or Crystal, but not which since they both looked so alike. I made...