She traced the slender outline of her cunt lips with her middle finger, which soon became wet with her oozing juices. She moaned softly, remembering all she and Margaret had done.
Was it really only last night? she thought. It seems so long ago. I guess because that's all I've been thinking about all day. God, I wanted to cum so badly on the bus coming down!
Her cunt hairs were silky soft and dotted with her cream. She ran her fingers through them, imagining they were Margaret's fingers. For a novice she had done so well. The bed had shook so much Kathy had been worried they would wake up the girl's parents. But nothing disastrous had happened. It had been a blissful few hours.
If only I hadn't waited so long to initiate Margaret, the girl thought as her finger slipped into her wet cunt. Had I known she would be so willing, so eager, I would have seduced her years ago. Or at the very least at the beginning of my stay at her house, so we could have made love every night.
But we'll make up for that when she arrives. I'll see to that!
The bedsprings squeaked as Kathy started to writhe in bed. The sheets were soon wet with her sweat.
"My darling," she whispered, imagining Margaret was in bed with her now. "Your tongue… I must feel your wet fleshy tongue on my clit… that's it, baby… you do it so well… I can feel so many sensations inside me… I never thought so many existed before…"
Her middle finger slipped wetly in and out of her gaping vagina. She could feel her aunt muscles and membranes tugging on her digit, pulling it deep inside her with every thrust. Masturbating had never been the same since her first lover. But it sometimes helped, mainly to relax her and to let her dwell on previous pleasures.
Kathy's first girl lover had been five years older than she. She was Kathy's math teacher's daughter, hoping to be a teacher herself, and eager to help tutor Kathy on weekends at her mother's insistence. Kathy was never any good at math, and she still wasn't.
She had gone to her teacher's house and been tutored in the daughter's room. Her name was Roselle. Kathy had thought that was such a romantic name. She was instantly attracted to the seventeen-year-old who looked exactly like her mother. Kathy had had a crush on her math teacher. She thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
But she soon found that Roselle was interested in tutoring Kathy in more than just math.
At first there had been the casual, seemingly innocent caress. Her shoulder. Her cheeks. Then her thighs. Kathy always wore a dress to her private sessions with Roselle. Her nipples were large, always pressing noticeably against the front of her dress despite her bra.
Roselle usually dressed in a blouse and a pair of tight-fitting jeans. They sat side by side in front of a large desk in the girl's room, used expressly for tutoring purposes as she taught several of her mother's students when they were free.
Then one rainy afternoon, when Kathy was doing particularly well and Roselle was rewarding her with caresses, which Kathy liked and sometimes bashfully returned, Roselle bent over and kissed Kathy fully on the lips.
Kathy felt the other girl's tongue slip into her mouth and her nipples hardened with excitement and she felt a funny sensation between her legs. It made her feel weak and defenseless. But she liked the feeling, and she liked the intimate touch of Roselle's lips.
In her innocence, Kathy thought this was just another way in which Roselle was rewarding her. It was like a pat on the back. Yet deep down inside she knew it signified something else, something which made her heart beat much faster than it normally did.
And without stopping to think she had begun to suck on the girl's fleshy wet tongue, making sucking noises which made them both giggle.
Then things suddenly turned very serious and for a while Kathy was frightened. Roselle grew bold. She began unbuttoning her blouse and Kathy was surprised to see she wore no bra. Opening her blouse, she offered her magnificent breasts for Kathy to touch, which she willingly did.
"There's something else I'd like you to touch," she remembered the girl saying. She took Kathy's hand and led her to her bed, where they sat close together. Roselle unsnapped her jeans, pulled down the zipper, then removed both her jeans and her panties, much to Kathy's surprise.
Kathy had never seen so much cunt hair before. She had a bush was not as thick, nor as dark, as Roselle's. She couldn't take her eyes off it. The tingling sensation in her cunt intensified.
Roselle took her trembling hand and placed it on her muff, which was moist with her juices.
Then, before Kathy knew what was happening, Roselle's hand slipped up her thigh and disappeared inside her dress. She felt the girl's fingers puffing the elastic band of her panties away from her belly, then slipping inside to comb through her pubic hairs. Roselle moaned softly, then told Kathy to spread her legs. Roselle's middle finger inched up Kathy's cunt, making the girl shiver from head to toe.
"Do you like this?" Roselle had asked.
"It makes me feel so funny… should we be doing this…"
"It's perfectly all right. My mother is out for the afternoon. We'll be all alone, for hours. I have so many things to teach you, Kathy…"
Then she had undressed Kathy, her eyes opening wide with pleasure when she saw Kathy's delicate tits. She quickly made the large nipples spark with life.
They lay back on the bed and Roselle started to suck on Kathy's tits, taking first one enlarged nipple into her mouth, then the other, while combing her fingers through Kathy's muff. She became more daring and began finger fucking her cunt.
Kathy's hymen broke under the older girl's probing and she nearly fainted when she saw all the blood. But Roselle somehow soothed her down and wiped away the blood and continued to finger her clit until Kathy felt something happening inside her, something almost as frightening as seeing all that blood.
Roselle had instructed her to do the same with her cunt. They tongue-kissed. Kathy started to feel aroused, moaning softly, reveling in the new and wondrous sensations she was experiencing. She was enjoying it now. They embraced hotly and Kathy turned into a tigress.
Roselle was soon eating her out, her head wedged tightly between Kathy's slender thighs, and when Kathy reached her first orgasm it was like a religious experience. She screamed, gasping for breath, the whole world spinning. She never imagined it was possible to feel that way!
They had sixty-nined, Kathy on top of her tutor, tasting and enjoying cunt for the first time. She sucked the girl's nipples. And she had made Roselle cum. So many times! Kathy felt power. It was as if Roselle was a marionette and she was holding the strings!
And she had never had such intimate attention lavished on her before. From that moment on her sexual preference had been formed. Boys would never interest her. Not when there was so much hidden pleasure in another woman's body!
Kathy came again and again, each time better than the last. The room echoed their cries of pleasure, their moans and sighs and groans. Kathy was transformed into a sensual, passionate adolescent girl, eager for Roselle's caresses and anxious to return them.
That afternoon with Roselle, beautiful, lithe Roselle, had been a turning point in Kathy's life. She frequently ran well-memorized images of their lovemaking through her mind's eye like an old and much-loved film.
She could still remember the feel of Roselle's fingers on her flesh, the wet caress of her tongue and lips, the explosive pleasure of countless orgasms. She had cum so many times that first afternoon she had lost count.
There were many afternoons after that. She and Roselle would meet frequently. Not only during their lessons, but in the thick forest behind Kathy's house. There was a certain well-concealed spot that was theirs and theirs only. There they would strip naked and make love for hours, exploring one another's bodies until every intimate spot was memorized.