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Posted on behalf of and at the request of Alessia Gerini for the Sapphic
Festival 7th September, 2002
Beach Encounter
Children at varying ages are allowed to watch sex on TV
Or go see sexy Hollywood movies
Girls (in my country) may legally have full sex at 16 with boys or girls.
But you most definitely can't read about it until you are 21 and are in USA
So if you're too young don't read this, you'll go blind
If you're an adult and don't like reading about sex why are you sill here?
As I hold the copyright I hold the right to allow this to be posted
elsewhere so if you want to, ask me at alessia@37.com, but totally free
websites will be permitted to post it - I just want to know where; far enuf?
ASSTR and Nifty are welcome to post the story.
All of my stories are archived at http://stories.wtcsites.com/ Any comments
are appreciated - they are the motivation for writing for your pleasure - at
alessia@37.com good, bad, whatever; I read and reply to them all.
@>--'--,--
Original version "Firsts for Two" by Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2000
This is a rewrite by Alessia Gerini and PeeJ (c) 2002
Any spelling, grammar or any other errors are PeeJ's, not mine. Don't
blame me, blame him. You can contact him at . . . oh, well, never mind!
{ff, first, rom, true}
POV: Amy, 1st person, past tense.
Beach Encounter
ONE
I had moved to Shoalwater Bay a few weeks previously and, after helping my
mom and dad unpack all the boxes and arrange the furniture, I had wandered
down to the nearby beach. Not having any friends in my newfound
surroundings, I was a little apprehensive about the immediate future, and
how I would get on in Australia.
One day I spotted a girl of about fifteen, my own age, jogging along the
white beach sand. At this short distance I could see she had an angelic face
and a nice body, and I wondered who she was.
I hung about on the beach kicking up the sand as I watched the figure
jogging away from me. I wondered if the girl would return. I paddled my feet
in the shallow water and retreated as little waves threatened to wet me. The
water was quite cold. I kept glancing in the direction the girl had gone and
then noticed that someone was coming back along the beach. I kept my eyes on
the approaching figure until it became apparent that it was the same girl.
As she drew closer she gave me a smile of recognition that I quickly
returned.
The girl called out in a cheerful but deep well-modulated voice, "Hi, you
new around here? "
I smiled and replied in a similarly cheery voice, "Yeah, I'm new here."
The other girl detected my Canadian accent straight off. "Well, you're a
long way from home, aren't you?" she enquired.
"Right again. You Aussies are quick," I quipped and grinned back.
Laughing she said, "Yeah, we are. Mind if I crash here for a bit?"
"Sure. Are you on a vacation or do you live close-by?"
"I'm on school holidays and I live only a couple of blocks away; how about
you?"
"Me too, I've just moved in, two houses down there. We've come here from
Vancouver, Canada." I pointed at our really nice cottage, one typical of the
beachfront area.
"Oh, right, you're not a yank then," she laughed and continued, "I hope you
like it here. You're really handy for the beach. Do you run or swim much?"
"Sure, both. By the way, my name's Amy."
"And mine's Alessia. Good to meet you."
As we chatted I noticed Alessia looking me over, just as I was doing my own
checking out. Alessia was a bit taller at about five-foot-seven and had a
fuller figure but really trim and athletic. Her shoulder-length hair was a
reddish brown that looked great against her slight mid-winter tan, with a
good but slim figure and looked fit too. I had brown hair and then stood
five-foot-six inches tall.
We had hit it off on sight. It was the beginning of the mid-year, winter
school holidays and it was one of those sunny, warm winter days Shoalwater
Bay sometimes has in July, and that I was to enjoy for about two-and-a-half
years.
When I looked back on it, I remember that day fondly. I had met a girl who
was to be in my class at the local school. She was fit and intelligent too,
and, just like me, one of the tops of her class. She was a nerd by North
American standards and probably not into drugs or anything like that. But
she was very friendly; indeed, I found her to be beautiful, natural and
feminine.
By the end of our chat on that first day Alessia had invited me to go over
to listen to music at her home.
"Come on over to my place and I'll ask if it's okay. You can meet my mom 'n'
dad, too," I said.
We went and met my mom, and after her being charmed by Alessia and checking
with Alessia's mom, I went over that evening. I took care not overdress but
didn't want to be too casual either. After going through my wardrobe several
times I chose sneakers, jeans and a nice blouse. I topped that off with a
denim jacket and pale dusty pink lipstick to match my blouse, and pretty
underwear that for some inexplicable reason I had felt compelled to wear. I
really did want to favourably impress Alessia and her folks.
TWO
Looking back on it, that evening was lovely. Alessia and her folks were so
friendly. We played our favourite CDs in Alessia's bedroom, talked heaps
about Canada and Australia. About all sorts of interesting things we both
liked. We started jogging and hanging out a lot together, like going to the
movies and stuff like that. That way I met quite a few of the local kids
that Alessia knew.
Some time later, after going home to Canada I fondly remembered those
holidays, swimming in the backyard pool at Alessia's, lying in the warm sun
on the good days. Alessia, and even her mother, hardly ever wore a top when
swimming in the pool at her place but covered themselves with a towel as
soon as they got out. At first, I couldn't bring myself to take mine off.
The trauma I'd been through might have put me off, I don't know. It might
have been my upbringing -- that's the most likely explanation.
At first, I thought they were a bit weird, lovely, but strange. After a
couple of weeks, though, I was taking the semi-nudity for granted. Come to
think of it I decided I liked it. To me it was naughty but nice to be able
to just look at my friend like that, without feeling shame or guilt.
Alessia's mom too, had given me no reason to feel uncomfortable, and I
liked her very much.
Adriana, Alessia's mom, was very pleasant and natural with me. Neither of
them suggested that I should follow their lead and get topless for a swim.
Alessia had introduced me to her friends at school who teased me about my
accent, but mostly they had accepted me without any real problems. My
basketball prowess had especially impressed everybody interested in the
game, and I quickly became one of the starting five in the under
sixteen-school team. Alessia wasn't all that good at basketball but loved
playing the game and as the second tallest girl in the team, she got some
court time too.
Anyway I digress; at the time I mused about just how close the two of us had
become in the five weeks since we met. I missed my B.C. friends and
Vancouver, but in so many ways, meeting Alessia had softened that wrench. I
had come to Australia to avoid splitting the family, not just because my
father had been offered a good job here.
One of my uncles had raped me, but had been caught by my mom after I had
wriggled free of the hand with which he had gagged me, and I had screamed
blue murder. I had hated that attempt by him to gag me more than anything
else I could remember: I hated him so much it hurt. The family had not
wanted the police and courts involved, so when the company's Australian job
and been offered around, my dad had taken it. That sleaze got off and I was
pissed off with the lot of them. Even if my folks believed me I thought they
should have dragged him through the courts. I didn't hate them for not
taking it further. I understood why but couldn't agree. At least he got a
good hiding from my dad and uncles.
THREE
After a few weeks at school we were really tight buddies and did everything
together, studied, played, flirted with boys - just everything; we were best
friends. I was crazy about her and loved being with her. One Saturday
Alessia invited me over for the day, not for the first time, but it was new
to sleep over. I was excited when Alessia told me her folks would not be
there for much of the time. To have her all to myself for a whole day and
night sounded fabulous to me.
I agreed, of course, and turned up at eight-thirty in the morning to find
that Alessia's dad was working up town in the city, and that Alessia's mom
was going to town to do some shopping and then they were to meet friends at
the airport, then go to a restaurant. They wouldn't be back until very late.
We knew they were not going to be around until way after midnight.
When I arrived that morning, Alessia's mum, dressed in a wrap-around
sarong, let me in and called Alessia. She had just walked out of the
bathroom, totally nude, in full view of the kitchen where I had been taken.
She called out, "Come down here to my bedroom, Amy."
She turned, towel in hand, winding it around her head and beckoned me. It
was done so naturally, and being unused to such open nudity, I didn't know
whether to be embarrassed, look away, or quite what and just stood there
watching that gorgeous body until it disappeared though the doorway to her
bedroom. My family was not prudish, but they were not so openly naked around
our house. It was only in the bathroom that nudity was commonplace, and not
that abnormal within my family but not elsewhere in our house.
Adriana told me to go on down to Alessia's room. Not knowing what else to
do, I followed and found Alessia standing by her dressing table in a pair of
black Rio bikini panties with the towel still around her head.
Alessia was going through a small pile of CD's looking for her favourite
band, 'The Sweet Blue Midnight's', a Western Australian Jazz/Blues group. My
eyes could not tear themselves off Alessia and that was not like me at all.
Yet I was drawn by her sensuality. I had been taught not to stare, but she
was as totally unconcerned by her nudity as her mom had seemed to be.
My guilty feelings at staring eased considerably even though I knew she had
noticed it. Somehow Alessia's offhanded manner relieved my embarrassment, if
that's what it was, but I felt something different, something intangible.
Something new, something disturbing - I was having odd feelings for my
friend.
I had been right in my assessment of her height, but Alessia's breasts at
thirty-six C were much fuller than my own perky, upturned thirty-four B
cups, but I was still filling out. In fact, Alessia's figure was just about
perfect in my eyes. She was gorgeous! I found her exciting seeing her nude
in her bedroom. Only her and me - I thought she was sexy - but I was getting
feelings other girls say they got about boys. I couldn't deny it - it was a
strong feeling, but Alessia was definitely not a boy! Ever since my uncle
had half raped me I'd really gone off boys a lot. It worried me that I had
boy-type feelings for Alessia. It terrified me! It was supposed to be
wrong! What would she do or say if she found me out?
Alessia found the CD she wanted, put it in the player, turned it on,
adjusted the volume, and turning to me, said, "See if you like this. It's
new." Then she said when she saw me looking, "Oh, I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you, we are naturists here, and even though we only met a few
weeks ago, I feel like I've known you forever. I did tell you didn't I?"
"Yes, you did but in all these weeks I've only seen you in the change-room
at school. Not so close like this."
I tried to act naturally but it was disturbing. I wanted to touch her. But I
couldn't do that . . . not only would it have been wrong, Alessia might have
totally freaked out - then what?
"And you are embarrassed? You've seen me by the pool, haven't you ?"
"Yeah, I have too. You really have a great body and gorgeous boobs. Do you
mind me saying that?" God, what did I hear myself say? That wasn't me - it
was the naughty little girl imp who sits on my shoulder telling me to do or
say dumb, stupid things - tell her to shut her face!
"No, I like it. And I bet your boobs are fabulous too."
"Not like those," said that little imp girl on my shoulder - although the
words came from my mouth. I blushed excitedly; I'd said something dumb
again. My eyes were drawn to her body once again. I kept sneaking looks at
her boobs and not just checking sizes with mine. I knew it was wrong the way
I felt. She was my best friend, nothing more. What would she think of me if
she thought I wanted - wanted what? My mind refused to even put into silent
words my sub-conscious thoughts. My emotions for her scared me; thoroughly
petrified me. That little bitch on my shoulder knew what was at the back of
my mind, but for once, I kept her lewd mouth shut.
FOUR
From the bedroom I looked out over the pool to see Adriana, Alessia's mom,
come through the door from her bedroom and dive into the pool, stark naked!
I watched fascinated. Adriana had such a beautiful, slight body, firm with
perky upturned boobs and upward pointing nipples; even her pussy was bikini
shaved in a triangle, and she was in her mid-thirties and had hardly any
boob droop. I watched her swim around for a few minutes. Wow, my mom's good
looking, but Adriana was 'drop dead' gorgeous for a mom of a
fifteen-year-old.
Alessia joined her at the window wearing only her Rio bikini panties, "She
is lovely, huh?" Alessia put her arm around my shoulder saying, "Let's join
her. It's a gorgeous sunny day."
I immediately became very aware of Alessia's smooth, cool arm and hand
touching me; it felt good, very good. "But I didn't bring my bikini's," I
said, wondering if I really could get naked in front of these two.
Just as if Alessia had read my thoughts she said, "C'mon, I dare you. Come
in without them."
That little girl on my shoulder suddenly blurted out through my mouth, "Oh,
heck, why not. You're on!" I felt a quiver of trepidation and a really odd
excitement start deep within me. I had now committed myself, but only to let
Alessia and maybe Adriana see me, nothing else.
Alessia grabbed the body lotion that included sun block, and was waiting for
me by the door just as her mom got out, grabbed her towel and started
drying herself. Rather tentatively I took off my shirt and skirt while
Alessia urged me to hurry, although what the rush was for, I had no idea. To
undress like this was like doing a strip tease for Alessia; it felt so
strange, but also it felt sensual. But for the little tart on my shoulder
the whole scene was erotic and naughty. Beneath everything I was enjoying
it, albeit, with my upbringing and background I knew it to be wrong and I
didn't doubt it. It was also very challenging for me; I was so timid and
anxious, but my mind and body were responding to this weird behaviour I'd
started.
Alessia was watching me but apparently thought nothing of it at all, but for
me the modesty I had been taught and knew as the norm, made this an
anathema. Well perhaps that was too strong but definitely not the done
thing. Such intimacy was very new to me and I was trembling; no, it wasn't
fear anymore; not anything I understood; but I felt aroused. No, not that,
well yes damn it, it was, but why aroused? The warming, fuzzy feeling at the
pit of my stomach was unmistakable, and my nipples were hardening
embarrassingly. The little tart on my shoulder was now taking over my
conscious mind.
"Damn it Alessia, its cold."
"Nah, it's not. Its sunny and warm here." Alessia replied turning to look
straight at me.
"Oh, I see why you think so," said Alessia grinning. "You look fabulous like
that, WOW! Very sexy." she teased, but I consciously sensed something I had
not felt about her before. I couldn't put words to it. Though I was now as
sure as I could be of my attraction to her, but was she feeling like I did?
I had no idea. I now think maybe it was not the first time I had felt
attracted to a girl either, but never to one who had become like a sister,
and not with someone I had got to know so intimately. I had simply dismissed
the feelings before as aberrant - awful nightmarish fantasies, but was what
I felt awful? The little tart said, "No."
Adriana calling to Alessia, broke the awkward moment, "I've left some bread
and cold chicken for your lunch but you could get a pizza for dinner tonight
or there's braised steak and veggies you could nuke in the microwave?"
"Um, can Amy stay?" yelled Alessia.
"Yes, sure, there is plenty."
"Well, please ring her mum to ask if it's Okay?" called Alessia.
"Okay," came the reply. After a quick phone conversation Adriana called out,
"That's fine girls; behave yourselves. I've got my mobile phone if you need
anything. I'll leave some money for a pizza!" Adriana laughed.
Alessia called "Wait a sec," and ran down to hug and peck her mom good-bye
on the cheek to thank her.
FIVE
We were to be alone for the whole day and evening; possibly all night. We
went out poolside and I quickly dived in wearing only my panties, Alessia
slipping off her Rio's, had a quick swim, and then lay on one of the
pool-side lounges, this time stark naked.
I swam a bit longer then sat next to Alessia, drying myself holding my towel
around me. I looked at Alessia lying there with her eyes shut, completely
uncovered. I noticed that Alessia shaved her bikini line. It was not much
more than a one-inch strip that finished just before disappearing between
her legs. I wondered if she shaved right underneath.
Then I too lay back on my lounge pushed up next to Alessia's. I slipped the
towel down my body and lay half naked next to her.
I felt impish, free, fresh and sexy.
Alessia pushed herself up on an elbow and saw me with only the towel
covering me from the waist down to mid thigh. She didn't make a big drama
out of it, but a smile decorated her face. She said, "You feel comfy like
that? She continued, "Good, 'cause you look great. Beaut' boobs and a great
bod' - you'll pull 'em in honey."
Before I collected my brain's numbed thoughts she asked me to rub the lotion
on her back. In a sort of daze I remembered the rush that hit me as I
smoothed the lotion on her soft, muscled back. I felt flushed and hot and
that tingling in my lower tummy returned. I was glad Alessia was face down
and her head sideways with her eyes closed, where she couldn't see me
blushing. My little imp was in her element.
Alessia told me later that she too went all 'funny', but loved my hands on
her so much she didn't want me to stop.
Alessia rolled over and sat up to put the lotion on her legs and front. Her
nipples were proudly erect and she quipped, "Yep, it is cold isn't it,"
looking at herself. Not that she needed to look; I could tell her breasts
were telling her, in no uncertain terms, that she was aroused by my touch.
It was the first time I had seen her even close to being embarrassed. I
thought that was so spine-tingling that I could do that to my friend but
also really weird. I didn't know what to think of it so, to the tart's
disgust, I changed the subject.
"Yeah, I told you that a while ago. What about me, it's okay if I get burned
is it?" I scolded her light-heartedly.
"Okay, okay, where do you want it?"
"On my back, of course, where else?"
"Just asking," said Alessia with a smile, "Roll over then."
Alessia had been lying face up bearing all to anybody who looked, but it was
only me that could have seen her. I did, of course, look at her much to my
tart's delight - I imagined her sitting there grinning, but of course she
was the devilish imp in my mind taking me over. And I was weakening to her.
I said, "Can't someone walk in the front door?"
"Nope, it's dead bolted; can't get around the sides of the house either. We
have fixed this area so nobody can see or get in."
Alessia squirted the lotion on and took ages too cover my back. I remembered
that I found that massage so erotic that I pretended I had gone to sleep.
My nipples were so hard after that and my panties were wet but not from the
pool. My body had felt the 'electricity' of Alessia's palms on me and it had
sent my mind reeling, in a way I loved, but did not yet fully grasp.
I lay next to Alessia wondering further about my feelings. They were more
than the love of one's best friend. This was a different kind of love. It
must be like I knew her mom and dad were in love, but Alessia was a girl -
there was no escaping that fact! Could I be 'in love' with my best friend?
Could this be? Not me. No, not me. I'm not like that - it's wrong no matter
how it's put, but I did love Alessia, I knew it and I still wanted to touch
her. I was scared of this. What if Alessia freaked out? What then, oh, god
what would she do? Dump on me for sure, she'd kick me out, tell everyone at
school. To just tell her might be disastrous, but damn it, I did love her
and I wanted to show her how much, but I didn't how. I contemplated my
dilemma, my feelings muddled. I tried to deny what, by now, I knew had to be
true. The devil on my shoulder urged me to follow my instincts, not social
conventions. A great help she was NOT!
In the meanwhile we both lay in silence for ages, I didn't know what to say.
Eventually she offered me a cool drink that I immediately accepted. When
she'd gone inside, I finished putting the lotion on my front and had just
finished and covered my rock-hard nipples with the towel as Alessia
reappeared with two glasses of juice.
"Have you tried this, it's orange and mango."
"No, I haven't," I said,
"It's great, especially with Cointreau and ice. It's popular with my
parent's friends at our cocktail parties."
"You mean like when my folks came over last Saturday night?" I said smiling.
"Yeah, they seemed to enjoy themselves," said Alessia, and she continued, "I
was handing out drinks and hor d'oeuves. I love those parties; I get to wear
a real sexy dress. I'll show you later."
Alessia finished her drink and went inside changing the radio station to get
the week's Top 40.
"Hey, Amy, have you ever seen Playboy or some of those kind of magazines -
and read the hot stories they have?"
"Well, um . . . er, I . . . but, yeah. I found a pile in the folk's bedroom
when we were back home. I read some, why?"
I guessed in hindsight that Alessia had decided to see just how I would
react to sexy stuff. She wanted to see if I felt like she did. I think she
too felt confused, nervous and unsettled, but not like I was, but of course
I'm guessing. Later, reflecting on it, I am sure Alessia had started
looking for opportunities to test me.
"I found some here too; I read them. Do you wanna have a look? I think I
do."
I grinned at Alessia, thinking about how I fantasised and masturbated to
quite intense orgasms after reading some of the stories and looking at the
girls.
"Um . . . okay, if you want to."
"Only if you do too." said Alessia, "I've already said I'd like to."
"Okay, then. Thanks."
Alessia went inside, coming back out a couple of minutes later with several
copies, and handed one to me. I knew it had a lesbian story in it as I had
seen it before, and guessed Alessia did too. I said nothing, wanting to
re-read it anyway. This one was about a sixteen-year-old girl babysitter who
seduces the mother of a young teenager, and an eleven-year-old she had
already seduced.
Alessia opened one and idly flicked through it admiring the girls, glancing
at me, no doubt watching for any reaction. Then another as I studied the
magazine saying nothing except a few "Oh, my god's." The tension in me grew.
I was feeling hornier and hornier, especially as Alessia's nipples had been
somewhat erect for a while.
After half an hour or so I closed the magazine and blurted out, "Phew, hot.
Can I have another drink Ale, maybe with some of that Cointreau you said
they liked?"
"Yeah, you naughty girl. Anything in that one: you took your time reading
it?"
Alessia got up to get their drinks, "I'm gonna have one too."
I said with a hint, "Yeah, there was one story I liked. About a babysitter."
We had both sampled our parent's alcoholic drinks before, and had confided
in each other a while before about this. Alessia poured out a good two
fingers in each glass with a couple of big ice cubes, topping them with the
juice from the fridge. Alessia carried them back to her doorway overlooking
the pool. I guessed my panties were wet in my groin. Feeling embarrassed I
decided to dive in the pool to cover my damp patch.
"Come into my room. That's too much sun for you; you'll get sunburn, "
chirped Alessia, just as I hit the water and coming up at the other end of
the pool. My panties' elastic couldn't keep them up, leaving them down below
my knees and left me not knowing whether to try to pull them up or to remove
them entirely.
Alessia laughed, "Leave them off now, silly. I'll find a dry pair for you.
C'mon inside."
"Damn it," I thought to myself, but I held the wet panties covering myself,
and to save my embarrassment, ran round the pool to Alessia's room.
Alessia had gone to the shower to wash off the pool chemicals, stepping out
as I entered. "I'll blow dry my hair while you wash yours," said Alessia; I
obliged.
When I had towel dried my hair, Alessia handed me my drink to me and took
the wet panties to the clothes drier.
"I'll put these in the dryer. Hey, do you want to try my hostess dress on
now?"
"Like this? Nude?"
"Sure, why not, you can't wear a bra under it anyway," retorted Alessia
grinning wildly. We both drank a good swallow of our drinks.
"Um.. aaah, yeah, okay."
I was excited; Alessia got what she called her hostess dress off its hanger.
It was getting a bit small for her, Alessia had said, but it would be a
little big for me but not by much.
Alessia spread out the dress leaving the waist open for me to step into,
"Okay, stand in here and pull it up, I'll do up the zipper and the hook and
eye for you."
I put my right leg through and stood up then followed it with my left leg.
Alessia and I pulled it up gently; Alessia did up the choker neck and the
zipper. It fitted quite well.
"Now a toast to the sexiest looking fifteen-year-old spunkiest chick in the
world," said Alessia, clinking her glass on mine, and taking a good swig of
her drink, I followed suit.
"Aah . . . " We both exclaimed!
"God, Amy, you look fabulous; put on the shoes I wear, they'll fit nicely."
Alessia kneeled down and got the shoes for me, and holding her shoulder for
balance I slipped my feet in. My creamy slim legs slipped out through the
slits up the sides of the full-length skirt, which, to me, looked great. The
dress was open a little down to the waist, leading down from a
choker-collared neck, which fastened behind with two hooks and eyes. The
zipper started well over halfway down the back.
Alessia stood up slightly to my left, her beasts nearly touching me. Her
gorgeous face not more the six inches from mine. I turned from the mirror
towards her. She had gripped my waist for balance as I raised my arms up to
hold the collar. Our eyes met and we held eye contact. I melted as she held
her face in my space. I thought she was about to kiss me.
I had looked at her rather full lips; they looked delicious. My imp had told
me to lean closer and kiss her. But I couldn't bring myself to actually do
it: I was so tense, almost petrified but excited in a way incomprehensible
to me. I looked at her lips again. Oh, god, they were parted slightly and
full, and pink, and just a little shiny with a dampness. Her breath seemed
to cover my face with a delicate film of sensuousness. Did I want to kiss
her? Did I?
Before I could answer the thought she spoke softly, "Turn around and I'll
check it's on properly." I watched her sensuous mouth move as her sweet
breath wafted across my face. My knees weakened and trembled as I dragged my
eyes from her face as I turned away from her. Then her fingers touched me
as she fiddled with the collar followed by the zip. She was trembling, I
distinctly felt her hands shake. Even her breathing had become uneven and
faster.
She was so close but seemed a mile away; but I could sense her presence. It
filled me; it kept me spellbound. I was completely under her magical charm.
Her breath swept around my neck carrying me to a unworldly place where I'd
never been but loved as she said, "Okay, now take a walk but take care in
those shoes."
Did I still want to kiss her? I didn't get to think about it as she guided
me towards the door. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked out heading
down the passageway, wobbling on the high heels, carrying my drink. Alessia
followed, ready to catch me if I fell. I headed for the full-length mirror
I'd seen near the front door.
Alessia caught up with me and held my hips telling me to take slow, shorter
steps and not sway my hips so much. Oh, my god, she was touching my hips
again, it was wonderful.
Alessia said, "Come back to my room, Amy, I'll do your hair and put a bit of
makeup on you."
"But I wanna see me."
"I've a full length mirror in my bedroom. You'll sprain an ankle if you
fall."
"Oh, all right," I said taking the last of my drink. My hands had become
sweaty. I was in heaven on earth. My imp had come back and sensitised my
body. Alessia's hands were like magic on me.
Alessia finished hers too. "Another drink Amy? I'll risk my folks catching
me."
"Yeah, okay. It's good stuff that."
"Okay, stay there. It'll only take a second."
"Right. I'm not planning on leaving just yet," I laughed.
We were both feeling good and uninhibited as the Cointreau took effect.
SIX
Alessia mixed the drinks then guided me back down to her bedroom.
"Okay, stand here."
"Okay."
As we chatted about the music, Alessia dried my hair using her dryer. She
brushed it dry and silky smooth. She pulled a ponytail up and slipped a loop
of my hair through a pretty silk scrunchie, setting my hair high on my head.
Then she put on a touch of eye shadow to match the dress's deep purple,
finishing my face off with eyeliner pencil and a slightly mauve lipstick.
We both sipped on our drinks while Alessia was busy fussing with me. Alessia
touching me had made me feel wonderful and close to her. The hot fuzzy
feelings I had for her had strengthened further, and I just wanted to hold
her. Alessia's attention had stirred me in what seemed to me a love I
couldn't have imagined possible for anybody, especially my best friend.
Weird I thought, but was it really? The imp on my shoulder said it was great
and that being touched by Alessia was just fine and so were my feelings for
my friend. As the imp hadn't been wrong today I now trusted her.
For most of this time Alessia was standing in front of me, wearing just the
Rio's that she had slipped on when giving me a dry pair of old panties. By
the time she had finished fixing me up, I was almost mesmerised by the firm
breasts swaying so close to me. I was wet again, and I caught Alessia's
delectable aroma wafting through the air. I was aroused. Alessia pulled the
sliding door across and moved behind me. I gasped at my image in the mirror
on the door. Even if I said so myself, I looked twenty and fit to kill.
I walked slowly from side to side, my slim but well-shaped legs showing
above mid thigh. My slightly puffy areolae had shrunk, but my nipples were
bursting proudly erect, throbbing unmercifully, and sending signals to my
pussy that I was unable to ignore. I swayed and bent over to see if my
creamy boobs could be seen through that long, but not that wide vee-shaped
open front. On a few occasions I could see all but my nipples. This sight I
had found exciting whereas before this morning I would have been terrified.
The soft cloth on my breasts felt great against my skin. My areolae and
nipples rubbed on the cloth exciting them.
"Oh, god, it's so sexy," I exclaimed excitedly, laughing nervously with
Alessia trying not to notice the arousal that was plainly written on my
flushed face. I did notice that she was bit flushed also. Had she seen my
boobs in side the dress. There is something that I find elicit and thrilling
about seeing something I wasn't supposed to. Was Alessia like me this way?
After more than a few minutes I came down a little and Alessia said that I
needed to be careful with the dress, and so perhaps that was enough, as she
had another 'little dress' to try if I wanted to.
"Oh, do I have to?"
"Yes, please," insisted Alessia. "I can't risk it getting damaging. I'll
help you take it off," Alessia said, moving behind me again as she took a
last look in the mirror.
"Okay, take it off, honey." Alessia put her hands on my neck while undoing
the hooks on the choker neck; I could feel she was trembling. I stiffened at
her touch, while she managed to run the back of her hand down my spine. Then
lower and holding the zipper tag, and ensuring her hand stayed in contact
with my back, she gently pressed the back of her fingers onto my spine and
slowly pulled it down. I nearly screamed in delirium at the feeling of
sexual electricity generated within me, but I didn't realise what I was
experiencing. I did know that it was breathtaking and caused by Alessia's
hand.
My eyes were closed, while goose bumps sent shivers all through me. I
shrugged off the dress and let it fall.
Alessia put her hands on my hips, very softly brushing her lips back and
forth over my bare neck, and breathing over me.
I sighed deeply, "Oh, Alessia, I love you," I whispered so softly as I
slipped off the shoes, kicking them into the wardrobe.
Alessia snapped out of her dream, stammering, "G . . . god, Amy I . . . I'm
sorry . . . I . . . didn't mean to upset . . . y . . . ." Then I think my
words hit her.
She looked wide-eyed into the mirror - a frightened look. My eyes looked
intently back at her, my eyes a little glazed, "Oh, Amy, please . ..?" her
voice railing off as I closed my eyes sexily. Alessia whispered, "Love you?"
"Oh, god, Ale. . . yes, yes, god I thought I would die if you had . . .
freaked out. I do love you too," my voice trailing off. I had now said it to
her, my love, and she's said she loves me.
Alessia's eyes softened to a dreamy look and she smiled at me. I returned
her smile somewhat sheepishly. Alessia kissed my neck, here, there,
everywhere and it was so good. She said afterwards I tasted like a princess
should, my aroma exhilarating, and my skin incredibly soft. She slid her
hands around my taut tummy. I rejoiced in her softness. He intense
sensations made me quiver in enchantment.
By holding me her breasts pressed into my back. "Oh, my god, I had no idea."
whispered Alessia breathily in my ear as I felt her hard nipples on my hot
skin. I took Alessia's hands in mine, holding them to me for a while, then I
moved her hands upwards, guiding them.
"Neither did I, neither did I; god you feel great," I purred quietly to my
Alessia.
Alessia was still kissing my neck and shoulders. I could feel our bare legs
touching. Glorious, she's glorious, I marvelled.
My skin where it touched her felt like nothing I'd ever felt before, it was
so soft but sent my knees trembling, weak. Weird but so astonishing and
magnificent.
She gently sucked on my ear lobe, breathing into it saying, "I love you,
Amy, you're wonderful."
I had slowly been guiding Alessia's hands upwards and now I had her hands at
my breasts. I pressed Alessia's hands to cup me; she must have heard me suck
in a lung full of air. The sensation for us both was exhilarating. We
"Oooed" together, my passion rising rapidly. Alessia found her thumbs over
my proud, hard nipples. She stroked them lightly, eventually and
inadvertently pressing them onto her forefingers, where she rolled them
between her fingers. The feelings I received from Alessia were
extraordinary. My emotions had me soaring across a shimmering sea of love
and desire.
I sighed, the sound coming from deep within me, an almost animal-like sound,
slightly startling Alessia. I loved Alessia feeling my breasts, stroking and
rolling my long, thin hard nipples. The pleasure it conveyed was incredible
and for Alessia it must have been gratifying to hear my moans of delight
when she gave them little tugs. The sensations were unbelievable. I didn't
want her to stop - ever.
"Alessia, I had no idea you, you a girl, could do this to me. I have never
thought of loving a girl till you . . . oh, yes, the girls in the mag did
this stuff. I . . . I got wet thinking . . . of you," I panted but
continued, "Please, Alessia . . . I . . . was taught this is wrong, we
should, must stop . . . "
"I will if you want to, but I don't want to stop," Alessia whispered in my
ear taking her hands away. That tortured me. I needed her hands back where
they had been, felt so wonderful. I didn't want her to stop - that was my
rational conscious talking. My imp told her to piss off, no chance!
Quivering with desire, I turned to face her, she looked wonderful but very
apprehensive - tears were forming in her eyes. Her face ashen and she looked
into my eyes. Unable to contain my concerns I threw my arms around her neck
to pacify her; to hold her closely as the tears ran down her cheeks.
"Oh, god, my sweet Alessia, I can't stop." I started crying too. I managed
to murmur almost incoherently, "Don't want to stop, I'm not strong enough to
stop now though I know I should, I love you!"
"Will it be forever for you? No turning back, I will love you forever,"
Alessia breathed, and the poignancy wasn't missed. Alessia's hands went to
my hips. I revelled at the feel of her silky-smooth hands once more.
I retorted, "I hope so but I want you, I don't care. It feels so wonderful,
it can't be wrong."
"I don't know. I don't know, but it's gorgeous being with you like this,"
Alessia said taking my face in her hands making eye contact again. We were
so close, two, perhaps three inches apart. And my urge to kiss her was
imperative. I moved in to brush her lips softly at first, but soon our
tongues met and we kissed passionately.
Our tongues were seeking out each other's, quickly intertwining. We broke
for a moment, lips kissing again, mouths and tongues seeking, probing, and
sucking joyously. It was mystical; magic personified. My mind, body and
spirit were as free as the sea breeze but bound in a web of gossamer love.
Alessia's hands feeling my hot skin aroused me beyond belief. I felt myself
getting wet in the groin, and the feeling of Alessia's soft skin all over my
front, pressing breasts to breasts, was sending my blood rushing. My heart
beat faster, and quickened my breathing. I noticed Alessia was breathing
faster and then she bit my shoulder hard, but not so that she drew blood -
the pain delighted me. It felt like pure passion on Alessia's part - I
briefly wondered if she knew what she'd done.
I panted, "Harder, harder, bite me, suck me, kiss me."
I did not let my arms slip from Alessia's neck; I jumped up wrapping my legs
around her hips. I leaped out of the dress, leaving it on the floor behind
me. I pushed her back towards her double bed, slowly I slid down her body;
Alessia kept biting my chest lustfully and playfully.
She tried to hold my smooth, taut buttocks but was losing the battle. While
I started suckling, kissing and nibbling on Alessia's right breast, areole
and nipple I gradually slid towards the floor.
Alessia started throwing her head from side to side, morning, "Ohh, jeez,
god, suck there, suck them off, it's fabulous, so hot, do it Amy, do it to
me."
At this point both of us lost control and any remaining inhibitions, both of
us lusting after each other. Alessia slumped backwards onto her bed, her
breasts flattening out and lolling sideways. She dragged me on top. I gorged
on the two full breasts each in turn, kneading and squeezing the breast not
being suckled or nibbled. Alessia was being ravished; she threw her head
back and from side to side in a delirious frenzy of exquisite joy. "Oh, Amy,
oh, yes, yes, ooh," Alessia squealed. She groaned aloud and threw herself at
my inexpert, but highly charged mouth and tongue.
Alessia pulled me up over her, and holding me up took my breast into her
mouth and sucked hard, very hard. I squealed in surprise and delight, my
face flushed, watching as Alessia took it in to her mouth, all of it, until
I felt teeth in my chest, a tongue swirling over and around my breast and my
hard nipples, the sensation magnificently sending me into a lustful desire
I'd never thought possible. "Oh, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, my god.
Alessia, you're so hot, god, I love it. Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, yes, yes."
I put my hands on the bed, taking my weight, twisting my body from side to
side as Alessia switched breasts. Then I pulled my knee up, next to and
touching her sides, followed by the other straddling her. Raising myself on
my knees, I moved myself slowly back and forth, rubbing my bare, wet pussy
against Alessia's mound. We instinctively arched towards each other, eyes
glazing over again, our breathing rasping in ever shortening gasps.
As if the two of us were one, as Alessia lifted her hips I grabbed her
panties and pulled them down. My panties were similarly pulled down. Each of
us reaching and ridding ourselves of our now annoying underclothes.
Erotically grinding our bellies and mounds together, both of us were sent
into a sort of prone, erotic belly dance. The sensations, as we forced
ourselves onto each other were never to be forgotten. Sweat dripped from
me, it trickled down between my breasts.
Alessia too, had droplets of sweat forming all over her. We both glistened
in the late morning light, our breathing coming in even shorter bursts.
I thought my weight on her mons could make her come.
I felt her body stiffening, burning hot, and I sensed she was about to get
off into a totally, mind blowing orgasm. All she could say was, "Shit, Amy,
Amy, Ohhhh!"
I lifted myself off her asking, "Can I kiss you? Like down there, like the
girls in the mag?"
Alessia would have agreed to anything. I would have bet millions she was
aching to come, but this was out of a dream, she nodded, weakly grinning,
"Ooh, yes, Amy, yes."
I slithered down Alessia, licking off the salty sweat. As I passed over her
belly button, I gave it an especially good licking, twirling my tongue
around it, in it. Alessia was already wildly excited, and I was teasing
her. Naive I might have been but I wanted to watch my love enjoy everything
I did to her.
Alessia was begging me, "Ohhh, please, please, Amy."
I pushed myself between Alessia's legs moving my face and tongue to nuzzle
her soft thighs. The aroma of a woman's love lubricant, the musky aroma
compellingly drawing me to it, filled my nostrils. My lover let me into her
inner private sanctum by opening her knees for me. My wet lips grazed her
labia to be greeted by the smooth, hairless skin of her pussy. I was
surprised by the smoothness, the silkiness of her pussy. I ran my hands
down her inner thighs, feeling them, caressing them. The firm muscular
thighs with the tendons barely stretched, but were so beautifully taut under
my hand. The skin was wonderfully warm and flawless. Alessia groaned long,
but softly, and started noticeably shaking. She had grabbed the sheets in
her fists and was pulling on them.
Unsure of myself, but desperately wanting to taste Alessia and then to bring
her to an ultimate climax, I ran my lips and tongue up and down her labia.
The taste was scrumptious, indescribable. The feeling of her arching,
shaking and groaning, gave me confidence. How anyone's pussy juices could
taste so wonderful, had never occurred to me before.
I just knew Alessia's juice did taste delectable, and I wanted it. More,
much more! But my inexperience made me scared of rejection, scared of being
too . . . jeez, I didn't know what, scared of something, something
forbidden.
However, I did wanted; Alessia had done nothing but indicate she loved me
and what I was doing. I ran my tongue down Alessia's pussy lips all the way
along her slit, Then into the inner lips. Then I was inside her.
Alessia squirmed, "Oh, shit, god, Amy, yes, yes, god yes."
My face, wet with her juices, drove my tongue deeply into her. The moaning
became louder. Her hips pushed against my tongue and face hesitantly, yet
surely, slowly thrusting. There was no doubt in my mind anymore, I loved
Alessia's cries and movements. I was giving Alessia extreme pleasure with
the ultimate to come. I swirled my tongue inside deeply, pulling back then
deep again, sucking hard all the time; Alessia's juices flowing quicker,
were getting lapped and sucked up by a greedy me and I loved doing this to
her: to give her pleasure was wonderful.
Alessia cried out, "Amy, god, god, you're fantastic, get me, please, Amy,
make me come. I gotta come! "
I pulled back a little to look up at Alessia's lusting, loving, begging
face. It was contorted with unbridled passion. Alessia had got herself onto
her elbows to watch but had thrown herself about with her eyes shut, and
hadn't seen much.
Again my tongue slipped into and through Alessia's labia to tease out her
clitoris, to find it throbbing, thrust out of its sheath, and as big and
hard as a dried bean. As she touched it with her tongue, she gruffly gasped
from deep within. I flicked it three, four times and sucked it as hard as I
could, scrapping my teeth over it. It was right at that moment that she lost
it. Her body stiffened in an exquisite spasm, and slammed her into an
ongoing orgasm. She had exploded, squirting her orgasmic juices into, and
all over my face. Lights blazing, body twitching, mountainous waves crashing
through her mind and body, as I hung on until she fell back with a final
groan of passion fulfilled.
"Ooh, jeez, Amy, oh my god, my princess, Amy."
Alessia was breathless; I wriggled up to hold her, kissing her face,
stroking her back and arms. Alessia weakly grinned, kissing me gently.
"Amy, that was unbelievable. God, I love you."
We clung together for a few minutes.
"Amy?" queried Alessia.
"Yes."
"I want to do the same for you, right now, please."
A big grin split my face, "You'd better or I'll die. The look on your face,
wow, it must have been wild. Anyway I need you badly."
Alessia kissed me, softly at first, quickly building to a very passionate
one. Alessia rolled me onto my side, then her hand gently touched my skin
with her fingertips. She continued kissing me wildly. Our breathing
quickened. Alessia started wiggling down me, sitting and cupping my breasts,
kissing down my chest, taking the wonderful, firm soft flesh in her hands.
It felt so good to me and it was fun to feel her fingers run smoothly over
my breasts to my areolae, then gently but firmly take each nipple between
her five fingers stroking along them, all the while watching my face. She
leaned over, kissing each one before sucking them, suckling them. I knew
then what I'd done to Alessia. It was far from innocence, it was full-blown,
albeit, inexperienced passion and absolutely wonderful.
Alessia must have been turned on by my soft moans and glazed eyes, who
kissing under my breasts, ran her wet, soft tongue to my belly button, where
she circled it. Leaning around further, turning her body, she ran her
tongue over my flattened tummy to the top of my far thigh. She could now see
my wet, deep-pink, swollen labia that were giving off an unbelievably sexy
musky aroma.
She pushed her face in to get to my pussy, kissing the top lightly,
hesitantly, but I started to recognise that Alessia was copying stuff from
the morning's story. She licked just inside the top of my nether lips. As if
on springs, my legs shot apart.
"Alessia, I'm so happy; you're gorgeous; what you're doing to me is
absolutely . . . god, yes," I squealed out as the tip of Alessia's tongue
penetrated through to my clitoris, snaking over it. Alessia took my clit
between her lips, sucking on it with her tongue squashed out, sawing back
and forth over and around it.
I went into a long moan saying, "Oooooooooh, hell, oh, god, Alessia, god,
aaaaahh ... oh, yes."
Alessia leaned over further, her breasts rubbing on me, and feeling so good.
She got as much of her body touching me as she could, and let go of my clit
and sunk her tongue, slowly but deeply, into my velvet wetness, wiggling and
pushing her chin over my clit. She stayed swirling her tongue, sucking,
tasting and licking for a few minutes, still on top of me. All the while I
was moaning my appreciation louder, thrusting my hips in joyous abandonment,
and making every endeavour to get as much pleasure from that gorgeous tongue
and mouth as humanly possible. Alessia started moving her whole body over,
with me revelling in her sweaty breasts rubbing on me.
I hoped Alessia loved my love juice as much as I had loved hers. My best
guess is that she did by the way she sucked and licked me. I felt myself
tensing up and my back arching again. I felt the fabulous sensations
building up in my body. I was definitely close to my first orgasm. It was
sensational, exquisite and it was from Alessia making love to me. Oh, god,
she was wonderful, such a gorgeous friend and a wonderful lover.
She murmured something about my taste being like a musky pink grapefruit,
and I was producing as much juice, and in ever-increasing quantities. She
sat up, straddled me, and I felt my breasts squash under her as she ran her
hands over my tummy and down my thighs to feel the calf muscles. Everything
perfect, everything so sexy, it was totally erotic, it was not hard to
believe, but this was my idea of heaven.
I was now begging Alessia to make me come. Oh, my god, I had done this to
her, how cruel of me. Alessia pushed her hand under my leg and quietly and
quickly slipped her long fingers into my drenched pussy, spreading her
adjacent fingers, widening my labia lips to expose the throbbing,
fit-to-burst clitoris. Alessia started moving her finger slowly in and out
of my velvety wetness, increasing in speed and depth. I smiled as my eyes
glazed over, throwing my head back in abandonment. Alessia then leant, face
down, to give me the same ecstasy I had so recently given her.
My heart raced again, my breathing quickened, I gasped time and time again
as Alessia again fingered me, as she sucked and tongued that hard bean, the
ultimate pleasure centre. Flicking it, running her tongue over it until soon
my back and body started tensing again. Alessia bit on my clitoris, sending
the pleasure centres in my brain into extreme overload.
I let out a wail expressing the intensity of my building climax, heralding
my ultimate release. For me it was intense. An indescribable and
unintelligible set of mutterings poured forth, as my body stiffened, muscles
tensed, toes curled, jerked, spasmed in ecstasy, then slowly coming to a
halt as my series of orgasms subsided. Such wonderful, unbelievably
exquisite gratification.
I let out a huge breath, "Ooh . . . mmph," before going limp. Alessia
released my clit from her grip and she squirmed to kiss my mouth with her
drenched face. Letting me taste my love juices while comforting and cuddling
me with soothing touches, kisses and hugs, as we came down from our acute
highs.
Alessia and I spent the next minutes in exchanges of just deep love and
affection. Touching, fondling and swapping loving smiles.
Alessia offered to get drinks or food, but I just wanted to be held for a
while. I sensed the exhausted Alessia was grateful, and leaned over me. I
enjoyed the sensations that cuddling Alessia brought to me. I could not stop
marvelling at the sensations I had just had at Alessia's hand. I guessed it
was pretty much what I had given Alessia.
In the intimacy that follows such intensity we swapped stories, kissing and
holding each other, not wanting to loose the moment. I think we both felt
fabulously alive, but emotionally drained.
We clung to each other lovingly for a long time before drifting off to
sleep.
Then next thing I became aware of when I awoke was that Alessia was asleep
beside me. I wanted Alessia again, but waited to see if she awakened by
herself.
I judged by the sunlight that it was early afternoon; I realised that I must
have been asleep for maybe only ten minutes or so. The pungent aroma of
women's lovemaking immediately assailed my nostrils stirring memories and
responses in both my mind and body.
I rolled over from my back to see that Alessia was still sleeping. She was
facing me, her hair somewhat dishevelled, but to me she looked beautiful
anyway. Her naked, uncovered body looked absolutely stunning. I was also
naked, but now totally at ease with my nudity. In fact I couldn't think of
anything better right then. I was also feeling calm and relaxed after our
morning's activity.
My gaze wandered over to Alessia as I remembered our lovemaking, our first
time ever. Alessia's breasts were the full, the round kind; medium sized
brownish-pink areolae with thick, short nipples. One breast was slightly
squashed on the bed, the other lying over on its side, a part of it being
propped up by the arm that was underneath, her hand under her face. Her top
leg lay bent up and over mine.
I could see the strip of hair on Alessia's mound that I now knew topped her
almost hairless womanhood. I'd discovered that she had no pussy hair on her
labia; I found that very sexy and promised myself I would get rid of mine. I
wanted to lean over and touch what my eyes feasted upon.
I waited somewhat impatiently for Alessia to wake. The sight and aroma
aroused warm feelings within me because of my friend, and now my lover. I
loved the feel of Alessia's leg on me, and what it revealed of her body. I
had not had such feelings about any girl until then. With my darling
Alessia it was different: so natural. My hand wandered over my skin. I was
delighted by its erotic messages.
At first, I thought maybe I'd dreamt the unbelievably intense orgasms I'd
had that morning, but not after seeing Alessia next to me. Neither of my
experiences with boys had come even remotely close to either receiving, or
giving the such exquisite pleasures I'd had that day.
My nipples had sprung proudly erect, the tingling in my groin growing
noticeably as my thoughts continued. It felt good, really good, and I now
what I wanted desperately was to touch Alessia, but she looked so peaceful
sleeping.
I leant over and carefully removed some stands of hair from her face and
mouth. My left breast brushed against her arm, sending shivers through me
bringing up goose bumps and a rising emergency within me. I felt I must
awaken her soon, for the desire for more of her had started burning within
me. Very gently I ran my fingertips along her knee and thigh, making her
stir. She moved her leg, rubbing it a few centimetres up mine, sending a
thrill through my body.
She woke, grinned at me and said in a sleepy, soft voice, "You are my
darling now, isn't that right?" I leaned over and kissed her saying, "Yes my
darling, I'm yours."
Alessia Gerini Copyright (c) 2002
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