Sexting Susie

My name is Susie. At the time of this story I was fourteen years old, and a Freshman in High School. I was physically more mature than most of the girls in my class. I was 5 feet, 6 inches tall, and had long blond hair. I started puberty early and my body had developed nicely. I had 34C breasts, a small waist, and shapely hips.

My next door neighbor Brad, was also a Freshman. He had been my best friend, since we were little. When not together, we would text each other often, and shared just about everything.

I went shopping the other day and wanted to show him what I bought. I was wearing a short mini skirt, that showed off my legs and a tank top that accentuated my breasts.

Using my phone, I sent him a picture of me in it, and a text that said, "How do you like my new outfit?" I hadn't noticed, at the time, but my skirt rode so high, the crotch of my white cotton panties, was clearly visible.

I was embarrassed and thought he would be too but he replied back, "Cool, I love it. Send me more."

This opened a flood gate, and I continued to send him pictures all week. Each pose was sexier than the last. None were indecent. He was, after all, my best friend.

At the end of the week, I got a special request. "I miss that swimsuit of yours?" he wrote.

Since the season ended a few months ago, and I had not yet packed my suits away. I picked out my favorite, a bright yellow bikini, that matched my hair. Besides being tiny to begin with, it was now a size too small. It barely covered my hips and my already buxom breasts, spilled over the top. Nevertheless, I snapped some shots and texted them to Brad.

The text I got back, merely said, "Wow!"

The next day, I got a rhetorical text. It said, "Did you know European girls swim topless?"

Feeling bold, I put on the suit, and took off the top. I posed in such a way, that I leaned forward, showing lots of cleavage, while my arms covered my nipples. I texted it right away.

I got back another text saying, "You tease!!"

His next text was another question, "What do you wear to bed these days?"

Liking this new relationship, I put on my short, tight, pink, My Little Pony, nightshirt. In it I looked like a young Lolita. However, that was offset by the way my breasts pushed the material out and how the crotch, of my white cotton panties, peeked out the bottom. I sent it off.

I got another text. He wrote, "That was nice. As long as you're not shy, what kind of underwear do you wear, these days?"

I decided to joke around. I sent him a picture of me, in an oversized, ugly panty, and a little girls undershirt.

"Seriously?" he texted back.

I then texted him a picture of what I really wear underneath, white cotton, French cut bikini panties and a sexy white cotton bra.

"Better!" he replied.

Then I texted him back saying, "It would only be fair, to see what you wear underneath."

A little while later, I received a picture of him, on his bed, in a pair of white Jockey briefs. I had never noticed before, but the bulge in his briefs seemed quite large.

Soon another text arrived saying, "I haven't seen you naked, since we were little. As long as we're best friends, how about letting me see, the grown up you?"

That night, I set my camera/phone on the tripod, got completely naked, sat back on my bed, and spread my legs. My blond hair cascaded over my shoulder and my breasts were sticking out proud. Though my pussy was covered with blond hair, it was so light, my plush pussy lips, were clearly visible through the bush. I snapped a whole series of pictures, using the auto shutter. Upon review, I couldn't help notice how I had the body of a women with the face of a fourteen year old. I sent Brad the whole set.

A little while later, as I was changing into my nightshirt, and without me even asking, I received several photos of Brad. He too was naked on his bed. The palm of his hand, however, was covering his penis. There was a text that said, "Want to see the grown up me? Come on over. My parents are gone and the door is unlocked."

In only my nightshirt, I snuck out the back door, went into Brad's house and up to his room. He was in his bed, naked, his hand still over his penis.

I stood there, starring at him, in my pink nightshirt, with my breasts pushing out, and my cloth covered crotch appearing below.

"I thought you said, I could see the grown up you?" I complained.

"Well for that I need a hand, your hand." he said, as he pulled me down beside him.

I reached over, pushed away his palm, and got my first look at his penis, since we were kids. I couldn't believe how big it had gotten. I took the flaccid member into my hand. It was the first penis I ever touched. I examined it from the tip, to the base, squeezing all over as I did. Much to my delight, it started to grow, right there in my palm. The more I rubbed, the bigger it got until it stopped growing at eight inches.

Looking into his eyes, I spoke, "Brad, we've grown up together, learned to ride bikes together, walked to kindergarten together, laughed together and cried together."

"Yes," he agreed, "at this point in our lives, we've done everything, together?"

"Well not everything," I said.

Acting spontaneously, I leaned down, and popped Brad's penis into my mouth. Surprised, he lifted his head to look and then leaned backward to enjoy.

I had seen a few of my dad's porn videos, so I knew what to do. I slid his penis in and out, going down as far as I could. Meanwhile I licked the shaft and sucked on the tip. My technique must have been effective, for in no time, I felt Brad's penis throb, and then shoot load after load of hot, creamy semen, onto my tongue.

His penis got flaccid again, still in my mouth. I pulled away, careful not to spill any of his cum, and swallowed it all down.

After a few minutes, Brad rolled me onto my back. He lifted the nightshirt over my head. My 34C breasts, sprung free, much to the delight of his approving eyes. He couldn't help it either, and placed his mouth over first one, then the other, feasting on their succulence.

But then it was time for the real feast. Pulling off my white, cotton, bikini panties, he came face to face with the fourteen year old pussy, he had only seen in pictures. The real thing was plush and covered in blond pubic hair. My wet vaginal entrance, was just waiting to be penetrated. He must have watched porn videos too, for he also knew just what to do.

After licking up and down my slit, he went right to my clitoris. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked while at the same time licking. I wanted the experience to last, but it was too intense. I had an orgasm, that nearly rocked my body, off of the bed.

He then lifted himself up over me, and gave me a passionate, open mouthed kiss. It was unlike any of the small, friendly kisses, we had ever shared before. Tasting each other, made the kissing even more intense.

As he was over me, I reached down and grabbed his penis. It was rock hard again. I placed it into the wet opening of my vagina. I wanted to let him know I was ready for this. Brad got the message, and pushed forward. He slid in until the tip of his penis hit my hymen. He then pushed hard, and I felt it give way. Surprisingly it did not hurt. That was probably because I was so ready.

Brad then started to pump in and out, in long, slow, deep, deliberate strokes. I pushed my pelvis up, to meet his every plunge. I pointed my toes to the ceiling, and raised my legs. I wanted to take him as deep as I could.

We were fucking, I mean really fucking, fast and deep now. I came once more, but he just kept going.

Finally, as the insides of my vagina started to expand and contract again, I felt Brad cum inside me. An impressively large amount of semen, filled my vaginal canal. He pulled out, and his cream leaked out of my pussy, onto the bed.

We held each other in our arms, and talked about what had just happened. We agreed, it was the next evolutionary step, in our journey of friendship, one we would repeat over and over again.

After a while, I got dressed, and went back home.

As I was getting ready for bed, I looked down and saw there was a big wet spot of semen on the crotch of my panties. I couldn't resist sexting that picture to him. "See what you did?" I wrote.

We kept our fingers crossed until I got my period and then I went on the pill, so we could continue both our "sexting" and "sexing"...

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