Loading...The bus was just creeping along, it was snowing like crazy and the roads were super slippery. Tess and I were sitting alone, way in the back of the bus, trying to stay warm. There was a heater vent back there, but it didn’t help much.
All the boys on the trip were sitting a few rows ahead of us, and they were making a lot of noise.
Tess looked me and whispered, “Rachel, I’m so glad you’re here because those boys are so immature.”
I smiled with relief and said, “I’m glad you’re here too.”
We were on a field trip with our church youth group. The bus was filled with a bunch of high school aged kids; they were all boys, except for Tess and me. We were the only girls in the bunch. There were only three adults, the church pastor, one of boy’s father, and the bus driver.
Tess overheard the boys say something on the bus, and she turned and glared at them. She got up from our seat, and walked up the center isle to where they were giggling together. They all immediately got quiet, and then she told them to please act a little more grown up. She didn’t get angry, but she just seemed to encourage them to be better, and that impressed me so much. I watched as all the boys all sort of nodded sheepishly, and then she turned around and walked back to our seat.
When she slid into the bus seat next to me I whispered, “What did they say?”
She calmly told me, “They made a totally childish comment about the way my breasts look.”
“They did? What did they say?”
She sort of rolled her eyes and said, “One of them said, ‘That sweater of yours is awful tight for those pointy boobs,’ and then the rest of them all snickered.”
Actually, it I noticed the same thing, because Tess’s sweater was really tight, and it actually made her breasts look – well – really pointy. So what those boys said was sort of true. I feel silly saying that, but I thought the same thing when I saw her this morning. Her breasts aren’t really big or anything, but they are sort of – well I guess the way to say it is they defy gravity and they jiggle a little bit when she walks.
She’s 18 years old, just like I am, I think a lot of boys must notice her breasts, I mean; they are really sort of mesmerizing.
I asked, “Doesn’t it bother you, what those boys said.”
Tess answered thoughtfully, “I guess it bothers me a little bit. But it’s funny because it feels like my breasts are still so new. I mean, they sort of just arrived. You remember what I looked like on this same church trip last winter, back then they were really tiny, so in way, I’m still not used to them.”
I sat silent, but I really wanted to compliment her, to tell her how pretty I thought she was.
She has dark brown hair that she keeps pulled back in a ponytail. And her eyes are really pretty too. She has dark eyelashes and thick beautiful eyebrows. She’s a little bit taller than I am, and she has really pretty curvy hips. It’s hard to explain, but there is just something really confident about her, and it makes me so envious.
It made me feel so bad that the boys would make fun of her for just being pretty. Tess deserves praise, but I don’t think those childish boys realize just how beautiful she really is. All of this has been really confusing for me, I feel so sheltered and Tess has been so kind to me. I wish I could tell this story in a way that really lets you know how much I love her. But I worry some of the details are all mixed up, it’s just so emotional for me.
We had been on this trip for a few weeks now, and the devotional work we were doing was really rewarding. We had been traveling every few days, and for the most part we stayed in churches along the way. All of us would camp out in the basements of these churches, and it’s been really fun. There was only one time where we needed to stay in a motel. Tess and I stayed in a tiny room together, and we stayed up late and watched TV.
We were both in bed together and we watched this scary movie. I was so terrified, and I sort of clung onto my beautiful friend’s arm as she lay there next to me. I feel so silly admitting how scared I was, but Tess was so kind and she would gently pat me on my shoulder and reassure me that it was just a movie.
At one point during the bus ride, all the boys started giggling. I hadn’t heard what they had said, but I could tell that Tess was annoyed.
She grumbled, “What a bunch of children.”
Tess had to explain what the boys were joking about. She said they were all joking about jacking off. I really didn’t know what she was talking about.
Tess told me, “They are making childish comments about masturbating.”
I said, “Really? Is that what they were hinting about?”
She softly told me, “Don’t worry about them, it’s not such a big deal. All those boys are really immature.”
I looked at her, and I was surprised because she seemed so unfazed by such blasphemous comments by that group of boys.
I told her, “Talking like that just seems so – profane. Those boys could get in a lot of trouble from the pastor. It scares me.”
Tess smiled at me, and then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, I masturbate a lot, and it’s nothing to be scared about.”
I was shocked, and Tess could see by my reaction that what she just whispered was too much for me.
She followed up with, “Oh Rachel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
I said, “You just surprised me, I mean, isn’t it a sin to do that?”
Tess looked at me solemnly, “Don’t worry, it’s not a sin.”
“But, I just feel all jittery just to talk about it.”
“Please Rachel. You shouldn’t feel nervous or bad about this, okay?”
I replied nervously, “Well, okay – if you say so.”
She patted me on the leg in a reassuring way, and I felt really comforted by her simple gesture.
I cautiously asked, “Are you serious, I mean you’ve really – well – you’ve actually tried it?”
“Yes, and it’s really nice. I like doing it – I like it a lot.”
I leaned over and cautiously whispered in Tess’s ear, “I feel really embarrassed to admit this, but I wanted to try it, and I sort of started – once – but I was just too scared to do anything.”
She smiled and said, “That’s good. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m not sure, it really freaked me out.”
Tess smiled and told me, “Don’t worry about this. Let’s talk about this later, when we aren’t in a bus full of boys, okay?”
She was so kind, and she really put my mind at ease.
I said, “Okay. That would be nice.”
Tess was so supportive and calm about it. It was such a relief to know she understood how I felt. Tess knew all about my life at home. I lived in such a strict house, and even thinking about this kind of stuff just felt so sinful. Ever since my mom died, I’ve had to help my Father take care of my two little brothers. We live on a farm way out away from town, so I don’t really mix with other kids much, especially girls.
I feel so alone, and at the same time I’m so scared about everything. I’m sheltered from all the things that any normal girl would know about, and I feel so much shame about the simplest stuff. I know Tess from our church and she is really the only girl friend that I have. She’s the one person in the world I can confide in about my fears and nervousness. She’s been so kind to me, and I really appreciate it. It felt so nice that she wasn’t at all scared to talk about something as shameful masturbation. It seemed so strange, because it really freaks me out to even think about it.
On the bus, when Tess whispered about masturbation, it forced me to think about the one and only time I tried to, well – when I started to touch myself. I was alone in my bedroom, it was late at night and I put my hands down in-between my legs. This may sound funny, but it really scared me when I started to feel myself get – well – wet like I did. It felt TOO good, and I was really worried, and I just had to stop. But, my fingertip was a little bit wet, and I actually allowed myself to smell it. This may seem funny, but that smell was just TOO much for me. Something about it was really powerful, and it made me feel sort of crazy, and it really scared me.
The pastor announced to everyone on the bus that the road was closed ahead and we would need to stop. The bus eventually pulled into a parking lot of a motel along the highway, and by this time it was sort of late at night. The pastor got out while we all waited, and after a few minutes he returned and said it was all arranged.
Tess and I needed to get our own room. We were the only two girls in a bus full of boys and the church is super strict about these kinds of things. There are a lot of rules, and the people who are here with us are really conservative and they adhere to rigid church protocol. It would be considered morally wrong to have boys and girls together in the same room without one of the adults there to act as a safeguard against anything that might happen. There was just so much unspoken drama about any kind of temptation, and it made everything seem sort of distasteful between boys and girls.
Tess and I waited until all the boys were assigned rooms. It was going to be crowded for them, and the motel needed to make arrangements with cots so they would all have a place to sleep.
After the boys all moved off and followed the Pastor down the hall, it was just me and Tess left in the lobby. The man at the desk smiled politely at us and said we were lucky because we would be in the nicest suite in the motel. Then he listed off all kinds of things and he talked so fast I couldn’t follow any of it. But I did hear him say we had three hours of free movies. We could watch them using the motels on-screen menu.
Tess and I got our keys and walked down a long quiet hallway trying to find our room.
Tess explained, “All I want to do is take a long hot shower after being stuck in that freezing bus all day.
“Me too,” I heartily agreed.
I remarked about the last time we stayed in a motel room like this, that I thought it was really fun,
Then Tess giggled, “You thought it was fun? Even though we watched that scary movie together?”
I said, “I thought I was going to have a heart attack I was so scared.”
Tess added, “It was scary for me too, but you were so terrified, it made me feel all worried for you.”
“I know, I never would have been brave enough to watch something like that alone, I only did it because you there with me.”
Tess reassured me, “But you managed to watch it, just like I did, and we are both still fine!”
I thought about how sweet and kind Tess was to me.
Tess must have thought I was a totally scaredy-cat when were in bed together and we watching that creepy movie. I was so freaked-out, and I desperately clung onto Tess’s arm as she lay there next to me. But Tess was so tender, and it really made me feel nice. It’s funny, she has such a strong effect on me, and I just love her so much.
When we got into the room, I was really amazed at how fancy it was. It was a lot bigger than the other place we stayed, and there was a huge TV and a giant sized bed.
But the room was really cold, and Tess immediately went over and turned on the heat.
She said, “I’m gunna crank the heat until this room is roasting!”
“Good, I’m still so cold from that freezing bus.” I repeated what she had said earlier.
Tess went into the bathroom and I heard her exclaim, “Wow, we even have our own bathrobes!”
And sure enough, there were two big thick bathrobes hanging in the bathroom. They looked enormous and warm.
Tess said she wanted to take a shower first. She pointed to all the things on the bathroom counter and she sort of giggled, “This is so cool, look at everything they have for us.” There was shampoo, conditioner, bath oil, moisturizers, and fresh razors that were all lined up next to the sink.
She said, “I’m gonna take a really long shower and shave my legs. Oh God, that’ll feel SO nice.”
While Tess was in the shower I thought about how sweet she’d been to me during this trip. She seems so much more grown up than me, I feel like I can be so nervous and awkward at times. But Tess is just so kind to me, and she is so patient, even when I act all fidgety I know this might sound funny, but Tess is so kindhearted and caring whenever she needs to explains something for me. She has this calm voice that just seems to hypnotize me.
Here’s an example. Earlier in the trip she had to point out to me that the boys were flirting with me. Some of the boys on this church trip were sort of acting really attentive towards me. And they were making silly jokes. I felt so awkward around them, and later when we were alone together Tess told me that they were flirting. I know it must sound dumb that I didn’t know what they were doing, but I live such a sheltered life. Tess could have laughed at me, but she didn’t. She was SO sweet and kind. She carefully explained what they were hinting at, and it felt so wonderful to have someone so smart take the time to help me understand such normal day-to-day stuff.
And just a few weeks ago, after church we sat together and she convinced me to cut my hair short. I had this long blond hair that I always thought was nice, but she thought I would look cute with shorter hair. She carefully explained why she thought I would pretty with shorter hair. And listening to her I was just swept away, there is just something magical about her voice. Later on that same day, I let her cut my hair, and she was totally right. I think I look really cute with my new short pixie haircut, and now I get compliments about it all the time.
After what seemed like forever, I heard the shower stop and after a few minutes Tess came out of the bathroom wearing one of the oversized white terri-cloth bathrobes. Her hair was wet and she looked so beautiful.
She exclaimed, “Oh my God, that was wonderful! Now it’s your turn.”
When I got into the bathroom it was still warm and steamy. I saw Tess’s bra and panties on the floor, and I immediately realized that she wasn’t wearing anything under the bathrobe when she spoke to me just seconds ago. I mean, that’s normal I guess, but for some reason, it felt funny to me. Seeing Tess, and knowing she was naked under the bathrobe seemed a little bit improper.
And I thought about how pretty she looked today, in that tight sweater, and how even with a bra her breasts sort of jiggled when she walked. I felt a little bit worried, was I envious of Tess and how pretty she is?
I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. Seeing myself in that misty reflection, I was amazed at how funny I can look. I mean, I always seem to have this frightened deer-in-the-headlights kind of expression.
I have sort of big eyes, and I always look sort of scared. Maybe it’s just because I’m so shy. But, since my new haircut, I feel a little more content. I have to admit, it’s pretty cute. I have this pale red hair, and everybody I meet will comment on how they think it’s pretty. When it was long, it seemed sort of stringy, but now that it’s short, it just looks prettier. I have Tess to thank for that.
Then, I took off my clothes and folded them on the edge of the big counter top, but I was careful not to look at myself in the mirror, it just feels funny to see myself naked.
I stepped into the tub and turned on the water. The feeling of the hot water in the shower was heavenly after that icy cold bus. The shower we have at home is so tiny, and we hardly have enough hot water, so it felt luxurious to just let the hot water run over my body.
Tess said she had shaved her legs in the shower, and I thought I should do the same thing. I’m sort of funny like that. I respect Tess so much, that I find I’ll do whatever she does. She’s so calm and confident that I really think it helps me, I mean, whenever I follow her lead, I feel like it makes me a little bit more self-assured.
So I stepped out of the shower, found a fresh razor on the sink and took it back in with me. The way the bathtub was set up, it had a little seat, and I sat there in the steamy bathroom, with the shower nozzle pointed at me and the hot water pounding on me and I shaved my legs. I guess I really don’t need to shave them, I have such thin wispy hair, but I did it because Tess did it. She seemed so excited about doing it, and it made me feel the same way.
After the shower, I took the towel and wiped off the steam on the mirror. I stood alone in the bathroom and looked in the huge mirror. It was a funny feeling to see myself naked and wet. At home, we only have a little mirror in the bathroom, so I’ve never really seen a full view of myself naked like this in front of a really big mirror.
Tess always describes me as petite, and that’s a really nice way of saying that I’m small. I actually like it when she says that, but I just don’t understand why I was feeling so confused about seeing myself naked in the mirror like this.
As looked at my reflection, I was, as always, immediately fixated on my tiny breasts. They are just so small, it’s like they aren’t there at all. I feel so funny getting all self-conscious like this, it just seems so unfair that Tess has breasts that are normal sized compared to mine. I mean – I’m eighteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the sixth grade. Yes, I know, this must sound weird, but I just can’t help feeling all obsessive about them. They are VERY small. I mean, they just stopped growing when I was about twelve years old.
The fact is that I’m tiny all over, I’m short, and since Tess cut my hair, even that’s short too. I turned a little sideways and looked at my reflection. Maybe I exaggerated, I do have breasts, but they are just really small. The weird thing is that I have really pointy nipples, I don’t understand it. To make things even more awkward, my nipples always seem so obvious through most of my clothes. It’s embarrassing for me, I mean; I simply can’t wear tight t-shirts like normal girls. My nipples are just so noticeable – even with a bra. It’s something that has been especially troubling on this church outing, I mean, It’s just so inappropriate, I just have to dress so carefully because if I don’t everyone would notice my nipples, especially those leering boys. I suddenly felt ashamed of myself because I was staring at my own nipples, so right then, I put on that thick bathrobe. It felt warm and luxurious.
I wanted to put my underwear and bra back on, but I didn’t. The bathrobe was so big and thick that I thought that it was all right to be naked underneath. I mean, Tess wore her bathrobe like that, so I thought maybe it was okay that I did it too.
When I got out of the shower I was amazed at how warm the room felt. The heater was still on high and it felt glorious after that frigid bus.
Tess was lying on the bed wearing that giant bathrobe. It was funny to know that was naked underneath, but since it was just us in the room, I tried not to worry about it.
She was using the clicker and scrolling through a menu on the giant sized TV that was positioned directly across from the bed. She had a bunch of pillows behind her so she was all propped up.
Tess said, ” You won’t believe what they have on their movie list.”
I asked, “What?”
She giggled and said, “They have a list of what they are calling ‘adult cinema’ and they have a lot to choose from.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean they have all kinds of porno movies!”
I sort of gasped and said, “Oh no, that’s terrible.”
“I don’t know, it’s really tempting. I mean, we could watch them and nobody will ever know!”
I said, “You’re kidding aren’t you?”
“No, I’m serious. I kinda wanna watch one.”
Her comment seemed to take me by surprise. I mean, we were both committed to doing charity work on this devout church outing, and it just seemed too scandalous to even consider watching movies like that.
I said, “But, we can’t watch anything like that.”
She was egging me on, “I don’t know, maybe we should at least peak at one. I mean, I’ve never seen anything like this ever, and I’m really curious.”
I spoke in an uneasy voice, “But I don’t think that I’m brave enough to watch them.”
Tess said, “Well – if it’s too creepy or something, all we have to do is just shut it off, okay?”
I nervously asked, “Really? Are you serious?”
“My parents set up the internet with all kinds of things that block any kind of – well – sexual content, and I’ve always wondered what this kind of stuff was all about, and we are all alone and nobody will ever know.”
I immediately said, “Oh Tess, it just wouldn’t be right.”
She replied, “Please, I really think we should check it out. I mean, I’m totally curious, I’ve never had this chance before – ever.”
I said, “Well, neither have I.”
It was a funny feeling to even consider doing something so disgraceful, but I could tell Tess was serious. I like her so much, and I don’t want her to think I’m too righteous or anything.
I nervously said, “Well, I mean, I guess – maybe – I’m a little bit curious, but something about it makes me feel really nervous.” I like Tess so much that maybe I just told her what I thought she wanted to hear.
She looked at me and smiled, and in a devious way she said, “Oh God, Rachel, I feel nervous too!”
I climbed on the bed, and I felt so awkward because the only thing I was wearing was that big bathrobe. I tried to keep myself totally covered as I sat next to her. The heat was still on, and the room felt wonderfully warm. I sat next to Tess facing the huge TV screen; both of us were propped up on all the pillows on that huge bed.
She looked at me and solemnly asked, “Are you sure you’re all right?”
I said, “I’m not sure. This is really scary for me.”
She tried to reassure me and said, “I know, it’s scary for me too.”
There was a long video menu with a series of titles and pictures. She scrolled thru with the clicker and they each one seemed so vulgar. All the titles sounded awful, and all the images were of muscle building men with a lot of tattoos, and women with way too much make-up.
Tess sounded uneasy, “This is isn’t what I expected, I mean, all of this stuff looks sort of gross.”
I sat silently as Tess scrolled thru the titles. They all looked so creepy to me.
But then she spoke, “Maybe that one, it looks different.”
The very last image at the very bottom of the menu was of two young teenaged girls, and it seemed out of place among those other images. They were smiling at the camera and they both looked perfectly normal. They both wore tank tops and it looked like they were photographed on a nice summer day, it looked like any ordinary picture of two high school friends. There was something sweet about the picture. Right below the pretty image of the two girls was the written words: High Definition Video, One Hour Long.
Tess looked at me and asked, “I don’t know what to expect, but all those other ones looked gross, should we try this one?”
I cautiously said, “Well, maybe.”
She pressed the clicker and there was a long pause with the screen totally blank.
I said, “Maybe it won’t work, maybe the motel knows we didn’t pay for these movies.”
Tess replied, “No, they said we got three free hours of movies, so we don’t have to worry about anything.”
Then the huge screen was suddenly filled with the image of a quiet country road. And the title came up and read: HOME ALONE AFTER SCHOOL. After that, along came two young women, well, girls really, riding bikes down the road. There was a long series of shots of them just riding along, and they were pretty and laughing. The background music was just a gentle guitar, and it was really soothing.
Tess looked at me and said, “Well, this doesn’t seem like what I thought we would see.”
I agreed, “Yeah, this seems sorta pretty…”
I couldn’t figure it out, the imagery in this movie was calm and peaceful, and it was really nicely photographed so everything was crisp and clear on the huge TV screen. The two girls had on simple summer clothes, just tank tops and shorts. One girl had short sorta pixie hair, and the other had long straight hair with a pony tail.
I asked, “I’m confused, what is this?”
Tess answered, “I don’t know.”
I said, “Maybe it got mixed up, maybe this is a little kids movie or something.”
And we all watched a series of picturesque scenes as the girls rode across a quaint little bridge, through some fields with lots of flowers and eventually up a driveway to a pretty country house. They parked their bikes and went inside the house.
I asked, “This is weird, I don’t get it.”
Tess didn’t say anything; it was like she didn’t hear me.
We watched as the two girls went up some stairs and into a bedroom, obviously a little girl’s room filled with stuffed animals and big windows, so everything was bright and cheery. They both climbed up onto the big bed together, and began to play with the stuffed animals. They all seemed so content and happy. Neither of them said anything, they would just giggle and smile at each other.
Both of the girls were really pretty, and now that they were inside and the camera was closer you could see them better.
One of the girls looked just a little bit taller and she had the long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had on a really tight white tank top t-shirt and it really drew attention her breasts. This may sound funny, but she sort of reminded me of Tess. I mean, they are both pretty, and Tess’s hair is darker and shorter. But the thing that I noticed was that they both have really similar figures, and I couldn’t help but think at how the boys on the bus noticed Tess, and how her breasts looked pointy. The girl in the video had beautiful breasts like that too.
The other girl was sort of tiny, she had short blond hair and it looked like the same pixie style haircut that I have. And she had on a tight white tank top too, and her breasts were really small, but you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I thought to myself, that’s exactly what I would look like if I ever wore a t-shirt like that without a bra.
After a while one of the girls (the one with short pixie haircut) carefully undid the other girls pony tail. Then she got a comb out of the drawer by the bed, and started to comb the other girls long straight brown hair. The girl getting her hair combed was sitting Indian style on the bed, with her friend behind her, slowly combing in long gentle motions. It was really pleasant to watch, there was something so sweet about it.
So, the two girls were just sitting on the bed together, and it seemed like nothing was happening, except for the gentle combing. And it went on like this for a few minutes.
I looked at Tess, and I could tell she was transfixed by the peaceful images on the TV screen.
I asked, “What is this?”
She whispered, “I’m not sure, but it’s something about it seems – I don’t know – really pretty.” She was right, there was something so pleasant about these two girls, it was soothing to watch.
Little by little, the girl with the long brown hair was bending her head back as her friend tenderly combed; she was looking up and showing her neck. She had her eyes closed and she seemed to be in a place of deep contentment, and it was really enchanting to see her so relaxed. The combing motions were slow and gentle, it was the way you would stroke a sleeping kitten, and it was so loving and captivating to watch. The little girl with the long brown hair was beginning to react to the gentle combing. She was arching her back a little and responding to each long stroke for the comb. The sound was so quiet on the film, but at one point the taller girl with the long brown hair let out a deep sigh. It was sort of surprising, because it had such a deep feeling of yearning.
I kind of flinched at the intensity, and I looked at Tess, lying on the bed right next to me, and she was utterly entranced by the images on the screen.
This slow passionate combing went on for a few more minutes, and the little girl with the long brown hair was beginning to quietly moan with each long stroke of the comb. Then, the tiny girl with the short hair set the comb down, and leaned in from behind, and very cautiously kissed her friend on her neck.
Suddenly, my heart began to quicken.
The camera moved in to a tight close-up of the one girl’s lips against the pale skin of the other girl’s smooth neck, one kiss after another. The kisses on her neck seemed to make the little girl with the long brown hair breathe a little deeper. And little by little, the kissing moved up the girl’s neck, to the side of her face.
I reached over and sort of grabbed Tess’s arm, the way I did when we watched that scary movie together.
And then very slowly, the two girls were kissing – right on each other’s mouths.
Tess let out a nervous, “Oh my God…”
For the next few minutes, it was just a loving close-up as these two girls kissed. Their lips seemed wet and glossy, and you could hear the wet sounds as they gently pressed their mouths together. Both their tongues looked wet and pink, and there was something so magical and tender about what we were seeing.
I heard Tess whisper, “Oh no…”
And – things began to slowly build in their intensity and passion.
I moved a little closer to Tess, and clung to her arm just a bit more desperately. I was overcome with a strong a feeling of apprehension.
Tess and I silently watched the big screen as the little girl with the long brown hair let her friend slowly lift her t-shirt off over her head, and her breasts were suddenly exposed for us to see. It was really strange, I mean, she was so pretty, and her breasts were pointy and jiggled as she moved, and her nipples seemed so pale and hard.
There was something so perfectly beautiful about what we were seeing, but at the same time I was REALLY scared. I thought to myself that we should shut this off, that we shouldn’t watch any more. But I stayed quiet.
Both Tess and I watched in silence as the girls on the screen continued to kiss, with mouths open and using their tongues.
Then the little girl with the short blond hair, reached around and began to slide her friends shorts down along her long smooth legs, they both acted a little bit nervous as they awkwardly shifted on the bed. Little by little the shorts inched down her legs until her shorts were all the way off, and suddenly the girl with the long brown hair was entirely naked.
Tess gasped, “Oh my God!”
I was shocked, because Tess and I could see her vagina, and the little girl with the short blond hair immediately leaned over and began to softly to kiss it. The camera was suddenly super close, and on the giant TV screen the image seemed so intense.
Tess began to squirm on the bed, and she grabbed the clicker and made the video pause. The frozen image on the screen was of the naked little girl with the short blond hair with her open mouth pressed against the other girl’s hairless vagina.
Tess said, “I’m sorry, I just had to turn that off. It was kind of intense.”
I said, “Wow, I didn’t expect anything like this.”
Tess sounded serious as she asked, “Yeah, I’m a little bit weirded-out. Was it too much for you?”
I nervously said, “I don’t know, it’s got me really freaked-out.”
Tess looked right at me and stated, “I didn’t have any idea what to expect. But, I was surprised the way it started, there was something so – well – so gentle about it.”
I admitted, “I guess so…”
Tess and I were both staring at the paused image on the screen. It showed the little girl with the short blond hair with her open mouth pressed against the other girl’s silky smooth vagina.
I cautiously asked, “Why doesn’t she have any – well- any pubic hair?”
Tess said, “She must shave it, that’s really common with a lot of young women.”
I said, “It is? Really?”
She said, “It’s true, a lot of girls will do it.”
“Why?”
Tess giggled, not in a mean way, but more to make me feel at ease. She told me, “I think maybe girls shave their pubic hair because they want to look like porn stars. Or maybe they think boys will like it more.”
I know I must seem like a clueless little girl, but Tess was so gentle the way she explains things for me.
I said, “I feel so dumb, I didn’t know that.”
Then Tess looked over at me and confided, “Don’t feel bad. I know this might sound really personal, but – I do it too.”
I sort of gasped, “What?”
“I shave myself, just like the girl in this movie.”
“Really?”
“I started shaving myself a few months ago, and I like it, it feels pretty.”
“Oh my God, you do?
“Yeah, and I did it tonight, in the shower. I used one of the fresh razors, just now in the shower. It was nice because the water was so hot, and there was shaving cream too.”
“Really, are you kidding me?”
“No, it felt nice. It makes me feel – well – really smooth. It’s a nice feeling, I like it a lot.”
I couldn’t believe that Tess would do something so – well, so scandalous. It seemed so strange, that someone so devoted and so kind would shave her own pubic hair, and at the same time she could be so peaceful when she talked about it.
We were both silent for a little bit, and then Tess asked, “Should we watch a little bit more?”
I said, “I don’t think so, I don’t know if I can handle it.”
Tess spoke with a sort of caution, “I’m still curious, I mean – maybe – it might be interesting to see what’s going to happen.”
I quietly said, “Well, maybe…”
And then Tess looked at me, waiting for some clue for what to do, I didn’t say or do anything. After a moment she slowly picked up the clicker and pressed play. Suddenly, the once frozen image of the pretty girl with the long brown hair was squirming on the bed as her friend kissed her softly – directly on her smooth shaven vagina.
Just like before, I automatically slid in close and gripped Tess’s arm. I felt like a little kid watching a scary movie. It’s hard to explain why, but I nervously clung to Tess’s arm as we watched the two pretty girls on that huge TV screen in the dark motel room. We watched as the other girl got undressed too.
When the girl with the short blond pixie hair pulled her t-shirt off, I was really surprised to see she her tiny breasts, all I could think of was that they looked almost exactly like mine. In one scene, she was lying on her back and it made her look so flat-chested, and her nipples were sort of pointy, just like mine. Then, the other girl pulled her shorts and panties off, but she wasn’t shaved like her friend, she had a little bit of pale pubic hair, just like me. We both watched in silence as the camera lingered on the girl with the short blond pixie hair as she was lying there, naked on the bed.
Tess sort of whispered to herself, “She’s so pretty.” It felt nice to hear her say that, because it made me feel a little bit better about the way I look, especially about my tiny breasts.
Little by little, they were kissing each other all over each other – naked – as they desperately tried to satisfy each other. Some of the shots were so close I was losing track of who was who. At one point the one girl was on all fours with her face pushed against the bed and her hips were arched upwards, her butt was facing the camera, and the her friend with the sort pixie hair-cut was on her knees, right in close – and then, I couldn’t believe it – she started licking her friend’s little pink anus! That really freaked me out.
Oh my God, this was too much for me, and I started squeezing Tess’s arm really tight.
She felt my grip tighten and asked, “Should I stop the video?”
I replied, “I – I think so.”
Tess found the clicker and hit pause.
The frozen image on the huge screen was a close-up of one of the girl from behind, she was on her knees with her butt facing the camera, and the other girl had her pink tongue pressed against her anus. Her tongue looked glistening and wet.
Tess asked, “Are you all right?
I kept clinging to her arm and I said, “I’m not sure, I think this is just too intense for me.”
“I understand, it’s really intense for me too.”
I timidly asked, “Do people really do that? I mean, licking like she’s doing.”
Tess said, “I guess so. It must feel good.”
“I didn’t know…”
“She must like it, the way it feels, I mean she sure seems to like it. Maybe because her – her anus is so close to her – her vagina – maybe it must feel all sensitive too.”
“Maybe.”
“And the way that cute girl is licking so eagerly, it sure seems like she loves it too.”
Again, I immediately felt somehow calmed by hearing Tess’s voice, and the gentle way she would explain things to me. I whispered, “I guess so.”
Tess went on, “This is really intense for me to watch too, I feel the same way you do. But – there is something about this movie – I don’t know how to say it, but it seems so pretty, even this part, with the girl getting her bum-hole licked like that. I think – maybe – that would feel really nice.”
It felt so reassuring to hear Tess say that, it made me a little bit less scared.
Tess asked, “Is it okay if we watch just a little bit more?”
I nervously replied, “I guess so.”
And then Tess looked at me, and smiled in a way that seemed so encouraging, and then she slowly picked up the clicker and pressed play. Suddenly, the once frozen image came alive, and we both watched a loving close-up of the pretty little girl with the short blond hair licking the other girl’s tiny pink anus.
Just like before, I slid in close and grabbed Tess’s arm, and held it snug. I felt so desperate, and I was so relieved she was here with me. I never would have been able to watch this alone, I would have been too scared.
Tess’s eyes were totally focused on the big screen at the foot of the bed. She seemed completely absorbed in what she was seeing. The way the girl in the movie was licking, everything looked wet, both her tongue and the small little anus were glistening. And at the same time she was gently rubbing her friend’s wet vagina with her finger tips. Tess spoke again, in her comforting tone, “When some girls masturbate, they’ll rub their own bum-hole, it can help them have a more intense orgasm.”
I replied, “Girls really do that?”
“It can feel really nice. I mean, when you are on your back, and when you get wet, it drips down and it can make your – your little anus feel really slippery.”
Hearing Tess sound so sympathetic while she was explaining something so sinful really made me feel so relieved. I mean, she was acting so helpful, and I really appreciated it.
This scene with the girl licking her friend’s anus lasted a long time, and the camera would cut away to show the girl’s face as it was pressed into the bed, and she had her eyes closed and she was moaning while getting her anus licked. Oh God, I was amazed at how watching this made me feel. It was overwhelming.
I felt so emotional, and I moved myself in a little closer to Tess, and let my head rest on her shoulder.
Tess gently rubbed my hair and whispered, “Don’t worry Rachel, it’s just a movie.”
I replied softly, “But it’s so intense.”
“I know, but it feels nice that you’re here with me.”
Hearing her say something so kind was enormously comforting for me.
Then the girl on all fours turned around, and gently rolled her friend onto her back. The next thing that happened was she was leaning in and kissing the girl’s tiny little breasts. The screen was filled with close-ups of the one girl’s wet lips sucking the other girl’s nipples.
The girl on her back was the one with the cute pixie haircut, the one with the tiny breasts, just like mine. The camera was so close that for the next few minutes the entire screen was filled with just the image of her pointy nipple and the other girls glistening lips and tongue.
It felt so strange for me watch this, because my nipples are really pointy like that too.
As we both watched the TV screen, I felt Tess’s arm moving. I looked at her as she slid her hands inside her bathrobe. I was still holding onto her elbow as she reached in under the thick terri-cloth of the robe and cradled her own breasts. Her arms were crossed across her chest and she was holding each of her breasts. Everything was covered up by the bathrobe, but I could see her hands moving rhythmically under the bathrobe.
The image on the TV was the close-up of the girl sucking her friend’s nipples, and Tess was totally focused on the screen. The way my head was on Tess’s shoulder, I could see that she was playing with her own breasts inside the bathrobe in the foreground, and at the same time I could watch the huge image on the screen of the cute girl sucking her friend’s nipples. Without moving her eye’s from the screen, Tess calmly whispered, “A lot of women say that it feel really nice to have their nipples sucked. They can get really sensitive.”
I was amazed at how soothing it felt to hear Tess say that aloud. I don’t understand why, but it just melts my heart when she explains things to me.
Tess went on, “This part is really pretty, I mean, she’s kissing in such a gentle way.”
It helped so much that she could watch the same thing I was watching, something that I thought was scary, and remind me that it was gentle and beautiful.
Tess whispered to me, “It’s normal for girls to play with their own nipples when they masturbate, when they get excited, it can feel so good.”
I thought about how pretty Tess looked earlier today in her sweater. Her breasts aren’t really that big, but I remember thinking how beautiful they looked, the way they sort of pointed out straight in front of her and bounced when she walked. Then Tess sort of shifted her hands a little bit, and I watched as her bathrobe opened up a little bit. For just a moment, I could see just a quick view of both her breasts, and I could see her fingertips on her own nipples. Then she quickly pulled the bathrobe closed again, so she was totally covered up. Oh my God, I was afraid to move, all I could do was tightly cling to her arm and watch. I was in awe because the view of Tess’s breasts looked so lovely. They were bigger than mine, and they seemed so firm and smooth. Her nipples were a beautiful pale pink and they looked really hard. The brief glimpse I got of her fondling them with her fingertips seemed to match the intensity of the girl on the video, right in front of both of us.
Then the camera moved back, and it showed both the girls on the bed in a wider shot. The girl on her back, the one getting her nipples sucked, had one hand on her friends head and she was gently stroking her friend’s long brown hair, and her other hand was in between her own legs. The camera moved in really close to focus on the girl’s fingertips as she touched herself. Everything looked so wet. The girl’s fingers were rubbing tight little circles at the top of her vagina.
Tess softly spoke, “Look. She’s masturbating; this is really good for you to see.”
She was intent on making sure I understood about how a girl would masturbate, and it meant a lot to me. She had whispered about it on the bus this afternoon, and now she was trying to help me as we watched this video. It did help, because the close-up image on the screen really helped visualize what I should do.
She went on, “Look at how she’s only touching that one little spot, that’s where her clitoris is – that’s the spot that’s most sensitive.”
Oh God, just hearing Tess’s soft voice I immediately felt at peace and reassured, and the calm way she would explain things to me. She knows I’ve never masturbated, and it felt so good realize that someone could be so caring and helpful.
Tess continued to explain what we were watching, “There is a little bump under her fingertips, it’s the most sensitive point, and it gets a little bit firm when you get excited.”
It was so amazing to watch Tess play with her own nipples, and watch such explicit images on the TV screen at the same time. She seemed perfectly unashamed to play with her breast, and with my head on her shoulder, I was just inches away, watching her.
The next image on the screen was an even tighter close-up, and the girl on her back used both hands on her moist vagina, and she gently spread both lips apart using her fingertips.
Tess eagerly said, “Look, there it is! See that little bump; it’s peeking out of the little folds, that’s it – that’s her clitoris.”
Tess grabbed the clicker and paused the image. The TV showed a frozen image of a super close up of the girl’s vagina. And sure enough, I could clearly see a tiny plump round shape. It was wet and pink. I had felt this in myself, but I had never seen anything that showed me it so plainly.
Tess went on, “That’s how you can have an orgasm, by carefully rubbing that little spot.”
I knew Tess was trying to be kind to me, because of what she said on the bus earlier in the day, about how she would explain about masturbating. I appreciated her being so helpful, but it was still so scary for me. Tess whispered, “I think her clitoris might be small – but – I don’t know – I’ve never seen anyone else’s.”
I was focused on the paused image on the TV. The camera was so close, and the way the girl was using her fingertips to spread both lips apart, her clitoris was so obvious.
Tess spoke in an apprehensive way, “Maybe it just looks small because, I don’t know, maybe mine is a little bit bigger – I don’t know.”
We both stayed silent for a while, and I thought she wanted me to say something, I wasn’t sure. I whispered timidly, “I’ve felt it, that little bump – when I was alone, but I don’t know if mine is small like the one on the TV.”
And then Tess looked at me and smiled, “So you have touched yourself, I’m proud of you.”
I didn’t say or do anything, but it felt really nice to hear her sound so reassuring, her kindness means so much to me.
Then Tess took one her hands out from under her bathrobe and she softly patted me on my arm. It was such a soothing gesture, she was trying to comfort me and it warmed my heart.
I watched as she picked up the clicker and pressed play. Then, the once frozen image was in motion again. She immediately put her hand back in under her bathrobe, and I could sense that she was playing with her nipples again.
We both watched as the little girl with the pixie hair-cut rubbed urgent little circles against her clitoris. It felt so emotional to see something so intimate on such a huge TV screen. The room was filled with an emotional moaning from the movie.
Then I watched as Tess took one her hands out from under her bathrobe where she had been playing with her nipple and she slowly moved it down and reached under her fabric of the robe and cautiously slid it between her legs. Oh my God, Tess was touching herself, with me right next to her. I didn’t understand what I was supposed to think, but I stayed still and tried to remain calm.
For the next few minutes we watched the TV as the video images cut back and forth showing different camera angles of the two girls on the bed. They would show the girl with the long brown hair sucking the other girl’s pointy nipples. And there were close-ups of the girl with the pixie haircut as she sort of whimper with her eyes closed. And then there were really tight close-ups of that same girl as she touched herself with her fingertips.
The barrage of images was getting really intense, and I was starting to feel emotional in a way that felt overwhelming.
The girl rubbing herself was getting even faster. She moved her legs; she lifted her knees up and spread her feet apart really wide on the bed. The camera moved in close, and you could easily see both her soaking vagina and her little anus, and everything looked so wet.
Tess said, “See, can you see how her bum hole gets all wet, the way she’s dripping. That’s what I meant before.”
Tess was right, the girl’s little anus looked all shiny and wet. It looked almost oily.
The girl’s hips were starting to move up and down, it was like she was humping her own fingertips. It seemed like everything was building, the girl was sucking her nipples even more passionately, and the girl with the pixie hair was moaning louder – and she was rubbing herself, her clitoris, even faster.
Tess turned to me and eagerly whispered, “It’s happening, she’s going to have an orgasm soon.”
Oh my God, Tess sounded so excited, but it all seemed so scary to me. I was trying to focus on the movie filling the huge TV screen, but I realized that Tess had moved both her hands under her bathrobe, in between her own legs. I knew Tess was naked under her bathrobe, just like me, and it was really astonishing to realize what she must be doing to herself. Then she lifted her knees a little, and from where I was lying, her bare knee was obscuring just a little bit of the TV image. And then I saw that her hands were moving under her bathrobe. Oh my God, it was so obvious – Tess was playing with herself, she was rubbing her own vagina under her bathrobe, with me lying right up close next to her. And all the while, I was still clinging to her arm like a frightened little girl.
Then Tess nervously whispered, “This movie is really amazing.”
I looked at the TV screen, and the camera was showing the little girl with the pixie hair, it was her face as she was gasping and moaning. I didn’t understand what was happening. The video cut to a close-up of her sopping vagina, and her fingers were rubbing in a sort of crazy fury! Everything looked SO wet, and the way her legs were spread, you could even see her anus. Oh God, the camera was really close, and you could see her wet anus moving. It was so intense; it looked like the tiny little hole was going through some sort of spasm. She was sort of screaming at this point. She moved her hand away, and her hips kind of shivered, as she was gasping. She was kind of shuddering for a little while, and her cries were slowly subsiding.
Tess turned to me and in a breathy voice she told me, “See. That was an orgasm, that’s what it’s like.”
I nervously asked, “It doesn’t hurt or anything?”
“Oh God, no! It’s wonderful, it feels SO good.”
Right after the girl on her back sort of stopped shivering, the other girl franticly climbed right on top of her. It all built up to a final scene that was – oh my God – amazingly intense. I need to try and explain what they did. The little girl with the short pixie haircut and the tiny breasts was lying on her back, and the other girl, the one with the long brown hair was on her knees, with her smooth shaved vagina positioned right over her friend’s mouth! The girl on top was whispering, “Lick me – please – lick me.”
Then the cute girl with the pixie hair-cut pushed her tongue up and licked her friend’s vagina.
The emotional intensity of what I was seeing on the TV screen was making me shake. I was getting so freaked out, and I really wanted to shut it off. I looked over at Tess, just to see if I could tell if she was as scared as I was.
Tess was frozen in a pose of concentration; she was staring at the screen with huge wide eyes, in a way that seemed almost haunted. But at the same time, I could see that she was steadily rubbing herself under her bathrobe.
Tess turned to me and said, “Look, see how she’s licking right on her friend’s clitoris, that’s the most sensitive spot.”
The girl getting her vagina licked was starting to moan out loud. She began to shiver, and she seemed to be about to explode from the sensations. Oh God, I had never seen anything like this.
Tess eagerly whispered, “Now she’s going to have an orgasm too.”
The girl in the movie, the one on her knees, was shivering so intensely that her breasts were jiggling. For some reason, more than anything so far, I thought seeing her breasts shake like that seemed really beautiful. The image switched to tight close-up of her smooth shaved vagina being licked by the girl with the short pixie hair.
I looked over and Tess was watching the screen with huge wide-eyes, like she was hypnotized.
The close-up imagery seemed to sort of glisten, everything seemed so wet. The tiny girl’s pink tongue, her lips, the other girls vaginal lips and the smooth shaved area – it all looked like it was soaked. And the tiny girl’s tongue was franticly licking her friend’s clitoris, I mean, the camera was SO close and you could see it SO clearly.
Tess kind of stammered, “See how – fast she’s – she’s licking.”
I didn’t answer; I was too freaked-out.
Tess sounded so emotional as she whispered, “Oh my God, that must feel SO good.”
Then, the little girl with the long brown hair was suddenly screaming and trembling. Her breasts were jiggling even faster.
Tess gasped, “Oh my God…”
Then, the little girl with the long brown hair arched her back, and she stood up high on her knees, and she pushed her quivering pelvis forward, above the girl on the bed, and she began to squirt out a stream of liquid from her vagina – right onto the girl’s tiny breasts!
The girl looked like she was peeing – and she was squirming in ecstasy. Oh God, I didn’t understand what I was seeing.
Tess gasped, “Oh fuck!”
I was shocked Tess say that word!
The stream of liquid just lasted a few short seconds, but the girl on her back got all wet. It spurted out onto her chest, her face and all over the bed. The girl on her knees was sort of shuddering, and she seemed completely overwhelmed. She just stayed there, and gasped, “Oh God – Oh God,” over and over. After a little while, the girls eventually hugged and kissed. They both looked so loving and joyous.
Then, the TV faded to black and the video ended. The TV automatically turned off and suddenly the room was silent.
The only noise was Tess’s deep steady breathing.
Oh my God, my heart was pounding from what I had just seen. And now that the video was over, I was suddenly able to focus entirely on my beautiful friend Tess.
Tess was lying next to me with her bathrobe awkwardly pulled tight over her, so she was mostly covered up. But both her hands were still under the fabric, positioned in between her legs. And even under the thick bathrobe I could see the way her hands were gently moving with a slow and deliberate rhythm.
I was still clutching her arm with my head on her shoulder. I had both my hands gripped above her elbow, and I could feel the way her hands were rhythmically moving. I was so confused and overwhelmed by everything in the movie we had just seen, especially the very last scene, where the one girl squirted all over the other girl on the bed. We lay in silence for a long time, and I listened to her deep breathing, and watched the motion of her hands under her bathrobe.
Finally, I nervously asked, “What happened in that movie? Did that girl pee all over her friend?”
I stayed perfectly still and waited for an answer. I silently watched as Tess gently continued to steadily rub herself, I couldn’t see, but it was SO obvious what she was doing under her bathrobe. She was totally still except for her hands, and that rhythmic motion made her breasts jiggle, just a little bit. All I could do was watch in silence.
Then Tess sort of blurted out, “That’s what happens to me too.”
I was startled by her intensity, and I asked, “What do you mean?”
“That’s how it happens for me, when I cum, I squirt like that too.”
I was confused and all I could say was, “You do?”
Tess whispered, “In the movie, the girl wasn’t peeing – not really. When she climaxed she – she – ejaculated – and liquid squirted out.”
She was sort of stammering, and she sounded SO emotional.
I nervously asked, “Do all girls do that?”
“No – getting really wet when you’re excited – that’s normal – but – but – some girls will squirt like that when they cum.” She sounded really troubled, and it worried me.
I said, “Seeing it was – I don’t know – it was just SO intense.”
Tess went on in a shaky voice, “When I cum, I squirt like that – exactly like that – I mean, just like – like the girl in the movie – I can’t help it.”
I was listening very intently.
Oh my God, Tess sounded so emotional, and she kept talking, “I think – maybe – it was good for me – to see that girl have an orgasm like that – and see her squirt like that.”
I whispered, “I really thought – that she was peeing.”
My beautiful friend was breathing deeply as she timidly spoke, “No, it was her orgasm. And it felt SO wonderful for me to see that – because – I’ve just been so worried, because I thought there was something wrong with me – and – right now – I’m SO relieved to know someone else does it too.”
It was really moving to hear Tess sound so grateful. I said, “Oh Tess, I’m happy for you.”
Tess anxiously whispered, “It felt so good – to see another girl have an orgasm, and squirt like that – the same way I do – and to see everything get all wet – Oh God – it was so beautiful.”
I whispered, “I think that – maybe – it was good that you watched that movie.”
Then Tess lifted her knees taller and spread them wide, so her leg was touching mine. I watched as she rubbed herself a little more forcefully.
She softly asked, “Rachel, I need to ask. Did you like watching that last part, the way the girl had – her – orgasm – and squirted like she did?”
Tess was whispering with a breathy sort of urgency.
I replied, “I don’t know, watching it was a little bit scary.”
Tess stammered, “I loved it – Oh God – I loved it – so much.”
I was shocked to hear Tess sound so excited. There was something so needy in her voice. And then I watched as Tess’s hips started to gently move up and down. We were both silent for a long time after that. Tess was obviously masturbating with her fingertips, and I was still nervously holding onto her arm. Everything was quiet except for Tess’s deep steady breathing and a wet rubbing sound from under her bathrobe.
We were both propped up on all the motel pillows, so it was easy for me to watch. My mind was so mixed up, I mean, the movie was SO intense, and now to be watching my beautiful friend as she unmistakably rubbed herself.
Finally, Tess broke the silence and cautiously whispered, “Rachel, I think – that maybe – I need your help.”
I had never heard her sound so helpless, and it made me feel like I would do anything for her. I told her, “I’ll help you, what – what can I do?”
Tess sounded so nervous when she asked, “I want to – I need to try to – to cum – like the girl in the movie.”
I didn’t really understand what she meant, but I held her arm tight and whispered, “I’ll help you.” I was lying on my side, clutching her arm and she looked over at me, beside her on the bed. My head had been on her shoulder, but I sat up, just a little bit, so I could see her face a little better. I’m used to seeing Tess as perfectly confident and brave, but right then she seemed so vulnerable. There was something so needy in her eyes, and it made my heart ache for her. She looked at me with such a desperate yearning.
Tess had both her hands in between her legs, and she slowly rolled over towards me. I was lying on my side, with my shoulders propped up on the big pile of pillows. She nuzzled her lips in against my neck; I felt her kissing me and felt so loving. I was electrified at how it made me feel. Then she impatiently burrowed her face down into my bathrobe, and before I knew what was happening, she was sucking one of my nipples.
I was shocked that Tess would do something so bold. But I didn’t move, I stayed perfectly still and let her do what she needed to do. She reached up and feverishly pulled open my bathrobe, and she sucked hard and eagerly – Oh God, I was completely thunderstruck. It was so urgent and primal. Instantly – I was awash in an overpowering sexual excitement – Oh my God, I was so turned-on – I had NEVER felt anything like it before. It was like I was falling into some sort of magical abyss. I felt beautiful and obscene – I felt like an angel and a pervert – all at the same time. I let her suck, I love the feeling, I desperately loved it.
I moaned out a passionate whisper, “Tess – oh God Tess.”
She was drooling and sloppy. I could look down to see my breasts getting wet and slippery. It was so beautiful. At first I was on my side, but little by little I rolled onto my back, just like the girl in the movie. I couldn’t help any of this – it just felt too wonderful. She seemed to be losing all control. I could watch her hips kind of humping, and she was sucking my erect nipples so hard, and so loud.
I nervously stammered, “Tess – Oh God Tess – this feels SO good…”
It felt so – oh my God – it felt SO wonderful. I reached around and gently held Tess’s head in my hands. Her eyes were closed, like she was in some passionate trance. I tenderly stroked her long brown hair. She was sucking with such a frenzied passion, that it made me feel absolutely joyous. As she sucked, she franticly squirmed her way out of her bathrobe and pushed it off the bed.
Right then, my beautiful friend was totally naked. She continued to urgently suck my nipples and at the same time she reached around behind my shoulders and she pulled at my bathrobe. I had to move my arms and sit up a little in order to help her get it all the way off, and in just a few seconds – I was naked too. I felt a sudden rush of excitement, everything felt so perfectly beautiful. I’m not sure how it happened, but the next thing I remember she was straddling me. She was sitting up, on her knees, with her legs spread, right over my face.
Oh my God, it was like looking at an angel.
I was instantly aware that she shave her pubic hair, she just looked so silky smooth.
She moved herself taller on her knees and slightly arched her back; she was showing me her vagina, she wanted me to see. I was so bewildered; she looked so heavenly, her firm breasts, her adorable tummy, her smooth wet vagina.
She impatiently whispered, “Rachel – Oh God – please, help me.” Tess spread her knees wider and inched her hips toward my face – she wanted – she desperately NEEDED me to see her open wet vagina.
I could FEEL the overwhelming joy in her – she was radiating a kind of exhilaration that seemed irresistible. She was breathing hard, in an anxious way. It was so intense, but at the same time I felt this overwhelming love for my adorable friend.
In a quiet voice, she begged, “Please – look at me.”
She looked so strong and so beautiful. And it was obvious that she absolutely LOVED that I was looking at her wet vagina. Looking up at the rest of her body was amazing, her breasts would jiggle as she moved and her nipples were wonderfully hard. I could tell she wanted – she NEEDED – me to look at her. The way she was sitting, her knees were on the blanket and her legs were wide, and she urging me to look up at her wet vagina. She reached down with both hands and I watched as she spread the thick pink lips of her vagina, just like the girl in the movie did. She wanted me to watch, and I looked up at her and I could see a slippery pink bump, it looked plump and glossy.
She whispered, “Can you – see my – clitoris?”
It was so beautiful, and it seemed a lot bigger than what I had just seen on TV, I mean, it sort of poked out really far in a way that was different than either of the girls in the movie.
Tess was breathing deep and fast. She was unimaginably lovely, and looking up at her I was utterly captivated by the delicate grace of fingertips as the held her wet vaginal lips out wide, showing me her clitoris. And she stared down at me with an expression of such deep longing that it made my heart ache.
She asked again, “Rachel, can you it? My clitoris?”
I looked up and said, “I see it. It’s beautiful.”
Oh my God – the smell was absolutely magical. I was amazed at how thrilling our pose was for me. It was like a drug that went right to my soul. I was flat on my back, with my best friend kneeling above me. She squatted a little lower until her beautiful wet vagina was just a little bit above my mouth.
She looked at me and stammered, “I – I need to – cum like – like the girl in the movie…”
I couldn’t help myself; I inched my lips upward and gently kissed her glistening vagina.
Tess responded with a sharp little whimpering noise. She begged, “Please – That feels SO good.” There was a shaky intensity in her response. She looked down at my face between her legs.
I pressed my mouth firmly in between her legs and I wrapped my lips over her entire vagina. It felt so wet and delicious.
Tess was unbelievably wet, and I could feel it coating my lips and cheeks, it seems so slippery and thick. The taste was warm and delicious, but it was the smell that was making me feel all crazy. I was simply abandoning myself. I started to suck her big firm clitoris, and right then I could feel her whole body responds to the pressure from my lips and tongue. Oh my God, I was licking and sucking with such loving passion. Then she leaned over a little more to watch me. I tried to look up from between her legs and I could see her big eyes, she was staring at me with such intensity.
This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn’t believe how excited it made her. I could feel my face getting wet as I moved my tongue as fast as I could, just like the girl in the movie. Then I moved my tongue up to her hard clitoris and I could see she was watching me – her beautiful face was radiant. I could feel how deliciously smooth her skin felt with my wet lips. She told me she had shaved her pubic hair in the hot shower, just a little while ago, and the sensation against my mouth felt so slippery and clean.
Tess reached above me and held onto the headboard of the bed. She watched as my I tried to lick her vagina a little faster. Her whole body seemed to respond. The way she was leaning forward, her breasts hung down above me, and as she got more excited, her breasts would jiggle as she moved. Watching her like this was glorious.
She panted, “Is it – okay – that – I get so wet – like this…”
I pulled my mouth away just long enough to say, “Oh God Tess, this is delicious.” Tess began whimpering, and it just made me crazy with desire. She started whining in a frantic rhythm, and it almost sounded just like she was crying. She sounded so desperate, and it made me worried I was hurting her. I stopped licking and asked, “Tess, are you all right?”
She replied, “I can’t help it. I’m sorry. Please – don’t stop.”
I put my mouth against her, and continued sucking on her clitoris, and I just KNEW what was going to happen she was going to cum, just like the girls in the movie.
She literally started to shudder and then she started to moan – and then I felt her whole body was vibrating. I carefully repositioned how I had my mouth over her vagina. My lips were cupped over her plump clitoris, and I sucked the protruding shape the same way a baby would suck on a nipple. And all the while, I was licking with my tongue. Oh my God, her clitoris seemed so big in my mouth, it felt firm and slippery.
She responded to this by gasping, “Rachel – Oh God – Rachel!”
Then it happened, her hips started shivering. She made a desperate little crying noise, and my mouth was suddenly filling with hot liquid.
At first I thought she was peeing, and I pulled my face away and watched as she squirted a beautiful stream all over my neck. I responded with an electric passion, I pushed my mouth back in, and let the wetness splash all over my lips, chin and chest. All the while, Tess was fervently shivering above me on her knees. The warm liquid ran off my face, and dribbled down onto the bed. I watched as a powerful stream squirted out of her sopping lips as she convulsed in a powerful orgasm. She was breathing hard, and she rose up tall onto her knees. I looked down at myself, and my chest was soaking, and my nipples looked SO hard. I was looking up at her, and she was looking down at me.
She stammered, “Oh fuck – Rachel – that was – SO amazing.”
Before I knew what was happening, Tess was squirming her way down on the bed. I watched as she eagerly spread my legs apart and then she pushed my knees up towards my chest. When she did this, it made my hips sort of arch up, so my vagina was facing upwards, and Tess was staring at me, right between my legs. I could see her eyes were focused entirely on my vagina.
She whispered, “Oh God, Rachel, you are so beautiful.”
Then she pushed my knees even tighter against my chest, and I could feel them pressing against my shoulders. This forced my hips to arch up even more.
She sounded breathless when she said, “Rachel, please, hold your legs like this – please.”
And I grabbed both my shins and held my legs tight against my body, keeping them spread wide. I was afraid to move. Part of me wanted desperately to hug my beautiful friend – but instead, I just let Tess look at me. It felt so sinful, but I desperately WANTED Tess to look at me. I felt so BOLD and excited – and my pose allowed Tess to see me. I tried to arch my back and pushed my hips a little bit forward to let her get a better look between my legs.
Tess had this haunted expression, and it was so obvious she was staring at my vagina. It felt so good and I whispered, “I feel SO pretty…”
In a serious tone she said, “Rachel, please, I want to help you, I really need you to cum.” I couldn’t respond, all I could do was grip my shins with my hands and spread my legs a little bit wider. She went on, “Please, tell me exactly what feels best.”
“I will…”
Then, she looked at me and whispered, “Oh Rachel, I love you…” Then she leaned forward and gently kissed me, right on my vagina.
I thought I might scream, the sensation was so intense. She was enormously gentle, and the way I was all propped up on the pillows I could watch everything she was doing. I reflexively spread my legs even wider and held my knees tight against my own shoulders, and I arched my pelvis up towards her face.
I stammered, “Tess – Oh God – Tess…” My voice was so desperate; Tess looked up at me, and tenderly licked with her warm pink tongue. I blurted out, “Oh God – Tess – I love you.” I was shocked at the intensity of my response, but it was so true. Tess pressed her mouth even more firmly in between my legs. I watched as she wrapped her lips over my vagina. I whispered, “Oh God – Tess – This feel SO amazing.”
She slowly started to build the intensity, and what was just gentle licking turned to get more and more intense. She was simply abandoning herself. I could feel her as she started to suck my small clitoris, and right then all the sensations seemed to magnify. Oh my God, she was licking me with such passion. Suddenly, her tongue moved down a little, and I could feel her tongue INSIDE me!
I craned my neck forward to try and watch.
“Tess – don’t stop – Oh God – oh God…”
I watched as she tried to push her tongue as deep as she could, up into my vagina. Her whole body seemed to twist and thrust to get her tongue even deeper. I was swallowed up in an overwhelming ecstasy, and I had no idea I could ever feel this way. This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn’t believe how excited it made me. Then she sat up a little and looked at me. I could see her beautiful face was sopping and glistening, from me, from my wetness.
She looked at me and panted, “Oh God Rachel, you taste so good.” With that she put her mouth back between my legs, and sucked and licked even harder. Her hands moved under my bottom, and she started squeezing both cheeks, they were wet and slippery. Until I felt the way her hands slipped under my bottom, I didn’t realize how WET I was getting.
I was suddenly breathing harder and Tess was making loud sloppy sucking noises. My pelvis started slowly pumping up against her mouth, I couldn’t help it. Then I felt tongue slip down lower, and I felt it in between my butt checks. I gasped, “Oh God – Oh God!”
Then I felt her tongue touch my little bum hole. I instinctively reacted, “YES!”
Then she started licking my little bum hole, and it felt wet and forbidden. I whimpered, “Yes – YES!”
Oh my God – My beautiful friend was licking my wet anus and rubbing my clitoris with her fingers at the same time. I wanted to sit up and try to see, but all I could do was hold my knees tighter against my shoulders, and arch my hips up towards her face, so it was even easier for her to press her tongue against my anus.
I gasped, “Tess – This feels – SO good – I think – I’m – I’m going to cum…” I was straining as I held my knees, trying to pull them even wider, and I literally started to shudder and then I started to moan – and then I felt like my whole body was vibrating. Then, between gasps, I kind of blurted out, “Tess – I love you – I love you!”
Tess started to lick my anus even harder and faster than I could have ever imagined. And her fingertips made fast little circles around my slippery clitoris. She was sending me farther than I could have ever imagined.
Then IT happened. I squealed, “Tess, yes – Oh Fuck – yes – YES!” The sensitivity of my clitoris had just multiplied, and her tongue against my anus felt like electricity. It’s hard to describe the feelings; I was flooded with an intense rush. I’m not totally sure what I did, but I hope nobody heard me, because I screamed and I know it was loud. I felt like my whole body, my whole soul – everything, just released in some giant explosion. It lasted for what seemed an eternity.
Tess continued to lick me, really hard, as I convulsed in a heavenly climax.
“Oh God- Oh God…” I stammered.
Then, as it subsided, Tess looked up at me and said, “Rachel – it happened.” Her face was literally dripping and she looked absolutely like an angel.
I was so overcome with emotion, my first orgasm, all I could say was, “Tess – I love you.”
Then, she was on top of me, kissing me with her sopping wet mouth; I was tasting my own vagina – on Tess’s beautiful lips. She wrapped her arms around my body, holding me tight. I was swallowed up in such a profound feeling of love, oh my God, it felt so magical. She was right on top of me, and my chest was still wet from when Tess squirted all over me, and the feeling of our breasts were pressing together felt so slippery and sensual.
Tess softly whispered in my ear, “Rachel, I love what we just did, it was so beautiful, all of it.”
I thought I might cry I was so overwhelmed, and I replied, “I didn’t know – that anything could – could feel so good.”
Then Tess asked, “Did it feel good, when I licked you like I did?”
“Oh my God, yes – I loved it!”
And then she nervously asked, “Even when – I licked – your – your anus?”
“Yes, that felt really good, I liked it – a lot.”
Then Tess giggled, and I immediately asked, “What is it? Why are you laughing?”
Tess looked at me and smiled, “I’m glad it felt good, because I really needed to – lick it like I did.”
“You did?”
“I had to, your little bum hole is just – I don’t know how to say it – it’s just so cute.”
I sheepishly asked, “Really? It is?”
Then she sat up on all fours, and looked down at me. She was so beautiful, and I was instantly fixated on her exquisite breasts, and they looked so firm and wet.
She looked down at me, “Rachel, your anus is tiny and pink, and it looked SO wet – it’s lovely, and I just couldn’t help myself – I had to kiss it like I did.”
I was transfixed by the perfection of her breasts. I cautiously whispered, “Tess, can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
I wanted to answer her, but I was just too fixated by her breasts, and she obviously knew I was staring at them. I didn’t say anything; I just stared at her hard wet nipples. The way she was leaning forward, her breasts hung down above me, and they looked so beautiful. Right then, it felt like she was reading my mind.
She smiled softly and crawled up so her breasts were directly above my face, and they would jiggle as she moved. Looking up at her like this was glorious.
“Rachel, right now – Oh God – I feel so full of love…”
I carefully inched my open mouth up to her hard nipple. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in and my wet lips met her soft breast met, and immediately I started sucking. I couldn’t stop, it felt so good. Instantly – I was awash in a feeling of love, it was overpowering and urgent – Oh my God, the sensation of her plump nipple in my mouth was amazing. I was still so intensely turned-on by what was happening.
Tess moaned out a passionate whisper, “Rachel – oh God Rachel.” My beautiful friend was letting me suck her nipples, and I loved it – I desperately loved it.