Loading...I was fortunate when I was younger, and as a result, I never had to worry about money. When my uncle died, he left me and my siblings a sizeable sum, but nothing that was suddenly life changing, for example compared to winning multi millions in a lottery.
I still have to work, but will never have to worry about money, either, as long I am sensible. I never brag that I have it. Sure, I have some nice clothes, and a new car every 3-4 years, but I’ve still developed a career in sales, a career in which I am pretty successful, earning a sensible salary.
My mortgage payments are also relatively small. Neither do I squander my money. I keep it in secure financial institutions, which return a reasonable yearly interest payment despite the tax man’s share. But once, however I did use my wealth, both to help a friend out, but also to fulfil my sexual desires, my wanton urge.
I had known Shauna for quite a few years, being a neighbour of hers. I had watched her grow up, develop into the girl she became, the young woman she was, is. I had helped her with her homework, especially maths and the sciences, and she finally got a placement at Cambridge University, where she worked hard and got a good degree. But Shauna had also played hard. Having parents who were ministers for an English church (Methodist), her upbringing, whilst not strict, had its constraints. And so when she had escaped her parent’s clutches, she had enjoyed herself, going out, going on holidays and generally building up her debts.
Fortunately, she did not have to worry about tuition fees. In the UK attending university, college is free to students, at least to tuition fees, though this is about to change. During her final year however, after Christmas, it dawned on Shauna that she was financially struggling. Every major payment was a worry, a concern– especially her accommodation, rental charges. At times her emails to me were quite frank about her financial position. Her parents did not know, and if they had known, were not in a position to help her.
During the Easter Holidays, in between working for her finals, I employed Shauna as a domestic consultant, someone to help with my washing, ironing, and other domestic chores, to give her some money. And one day as she was working at my home, she again confessed to me about the severity of her debts, and the effect it was having on her studies. She told me she was unable to concentrate due to the constant worry. It was then that I used my money for my own personal gain.
Shauna is slender girl, about 5’4 or 5’5. She is taller then me, but much slimmer, barely an A cup. Generally I prefer my girls to be slightly curvy, meaty, but Shauna was the opposite, the exception.
I guess it was partly because we were friends; my attraction to her was as a result of our friendship. When we hugged, I wanted to hug her tighter, feel her bosom against mine, stroke her young, firm body, to kiss her cheeks, her lips, and her body. I had fantasized about doing these things . . . and more . . . many times.
During the next few days my plan evolved in my head. I was very nervous about the whole thing, but I wanted to help her, I knew I could help her financially. I also wanted to let her know how I felt for her. I loved my long term boyfriend, Adrian, but I also loved Shauna; obviously in a different sense. But still I wanted to hold Shauna, to show her, to express how much more she meant to me.
It was a Sunday that I put my plan into effect. Shauna had come round to listen to my suggestions for some chapters she had written as part of her final year project. I sensed she was not really concentrating.
“Shauna? What’s the matter, you’re not really listening to what I’m saying.”
“It’s Mother, she is aware that I’m not telling the whole truth about my finances, how much I’m in debt.”
“Oh god… How much?”
“Please don’t tell anyone, please. I need to sort this out myself, when I can. But if I was given £10,000, there would not be much change….”
“Oh my god Shauna, £10,000?” instinctively holding her hand. “That’s a lot…”
“Yes, I know” she whimpered quietly, a tear running down her cheek.
I gulped, removing her tear with a finger, sampling the salty taste with my tongue.
“Shauna?” my voice trembling, full of apprehension.
“What is it Miranda?”
“I want to help you… with your financial situation, and I can afford it.”
“Please no M, I need to sort this out myself. I need to work, pay it off.”
“I know, I was not meaning to insult you as a gift, but . . .,” I paused deeply, heavily. “Well it’s unorthodox, but I have three tasks for you, Shauna.”
“Three tasks? What sort of tasks?”
“I would rather not say at the moment, but each task, if you complete it, will earn you £3,000. So if you complete all three you will get £9,000,
“But, but…”
“Please let me finish, Shauna. But if you fail to do one task, then you will receive nothing.”
“Oh My God, Miranda. You’re serious aren’t you??”
I simply nodded.
She just sat there, looking at me, at the floor, biting her bottom lip. I could see the thoughts racing through her mind, her face changing expressions…
“What sort of tasks?” she asked hesitantly.
“I’d rather not say at this point. But well…” I hesitated, gulped. “Let’s say it’s best kept between us.”
Shauna looked down, nodding quietly.
“I’d rather not let Mom and Dad find out how much in debt I am.”
We, the room fell into silence, a heavy silence.
Shauna was the first to speak again. “£9,000? What are you wanting me to do?” she giggled nervously, “sleep with Adrian…?”
“Well,” Gulping,”let’s say it involves no one else…”
She turned at looked at me, and again hesitated.
“£9000 in total?”
I just nodded, my tongue playing softly over my suddenly-dry lips. Was she going to accept, I wondered.
“I have no choice, but I trust you Miranda…. That it won’t be too bizarre… but well, I guess I deserve it. Should have had more discipline, worked more….” Her voice trailed off.
I stood, offering her a hug, she gladly accepted as we held each other softly…
“So what is this first task that you’re prepared to pay me £3,000 for?”
“Remember it’s unorthodox… and it’s our little secret.”
She nodded, looking at me, staring at me, her eyes intense, penetrating.
“Your first task consists of two parts, Shauna. Firstly, I would like you to do something for me, and then, truthfully answer some questions for me.”
“So?” as he looked at me inquisitively.
“Shauna. The first part of today’s task is to undress for me… completely.”
“Miranda, Oh my God! Oh Miranda, Oh god!”
I offered her my hands, sensing her hesitation.
“You’re serious aren’t you Miranda, you are serious? Oh God, Oh MY god!”
I just nodded, emphasising my hands… “Let’s go somewhere more appropriate Shauna?”
“Oh god” she muttered again, but I felt her hands take mine, as I led her to my bedroom. The room was dominated by the king size wrought iron bed, silk restraints, together with a collection of my lace lingerie, bras those that are in use, all hanging from the corner posts. Erotic pencil sketches of men, and women looked back at her from the walls of the room.
I left Shauna standing there, her eyes darting from one erotic image to another, before her gaze met mine. I had seated myself in my leather armchair to savour the emotions I could read on her face.
“You want me to undress here, now in front of you?”
“Yes please my lovely Shauna.”
“But?”
“No buts, you agreed to the deal, £3,000 could be yours today.” I remember pausing, before I continued, “I have seen girls nude before Shauna, it is nothing to be frightened of, ashamed of.”
She stood before me, wearing a loose v neck top and a denim skirt, sensible clothing for a cool spring afternoon. She shifted her weight from one foot, then the other, as if unsure, before finally mumbling, “Oh my god… I can’t believe M is asking me this, but neither can I believe I am going to comply. I have to. I need the money.”
She looked at me, as if she was pleading. Her lips went to move; hesitated, went to move again, before she let out a soft sigh.
“You win M.” she stated tersely, the anger obvious in her voice; “I thought you were my friend. No friend would humiliate another such as this.”
I shuddered, as I looked up on her, wondering if this whole scheme might backfire. It was something I worried about all along, but suddenly it seemed a possibility, a strong possibility. I remember gulping nervously.
I was about to speak, to say something to reassure her, to comfort her, but I was dumbfounded, lost for words. My lips moved but no sound escaped. I guess I had thrown down the gauntlet, there was no turning point. I had over stepped the mark of decency, and would have to suffer the consequences, whatever they may be.
Shauna looked at me, gazed into my eyes, her hands moving to the hem of her top, slowly raising it above her head, exposing a camisole. Static electricity crackled between her jumper and her long hair as her top cleared her head. As she threw it into the corner, her face was angry, her actions, rather than sexual were from a stroppy teenager.
Suddenly I felt strange, almost wanting to call the whole thing off. But, I guessed our friendship would never be the same, anyway. So I encouraged her to continue, speaking softly, letting her know how pretty I thought she was, how attractive she is.
Shauna slowly began to unfasten the buttons down the front of her denim skirt, tugging them free from the denim, until, she was able to slide her skirt down, exposing a plain sensible thong. The skirt joined the growing pile of clothes in the corner.
She looked at me questioningly; again I spoke, encouraged her; my head nodding. She reached for the hem of her camisole, lifting it above her head, her small yet pert breasts suddenly exposed. My eyes played over the gentle curve of her breasts . . . the outline . . . her nipples apparent, not necessarily boldly erect, but they were clearly defined. Then, slowly, she reached for the waistband of her thong, sliding it down, exposing her mound, as she bent towards me.
Finally she stood tall, her hands hiding her mound. She tried to look dignified but her nerves, her anger came across.
“Please kneel Shauna,” I asked, wanting to put her at ease, but with hindsight making her kneel was probably making her submit to me. However she agreed, and knelt on the floor before me, her hands still covering her mound, as she leant back onto her legs, rested her bum on her ankles.
“S, it wasn’t that difficult was it?”
“Guess not,” she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders, in an apparent act of defiance.
“Ready for your questions? Then you will have made a significant inroad to clearing your debts, Shauna.”
“Guess so.”
I stood, and walked towards her, stroked her hair, again letting her know that I think she is a very pretty girl.
“Question one. When did you become aware of your sexuality, Shauna, your feelings, your body?”
“Huh? “She looked at me in surprise.
“When did you become aware of the pleasures that your body can offer you, when your breasts can harden, your mound, your pussy become moist because of someone you like, or something you see?”
She paused briefly before replying “Seven, maybe eight years ago or so, I guess.”
I remember smiling, sensing a slight easing of her attitude.
I nodded in agreement. “I was about that age, becoming aware of my own sexuality, those feelings when you saw someone or something arousing. My breasts, nipples would harden, parts of my body sending tingling sensations, my pussy becoming slightly moist; unsure how to react to it, should I fight it. ”
“Miranda!” she yelped, as if to cut me off. She was looking at me in surprise at the graphic way I had described my own feelings.
“Ready for your second question, Shauna?”
She just nodded.
“When did you start to masturbate, realise that those feelings could cause you pleasure, if you stroked your clit, your breasts, your body?”
She blushed crimson, startled at what I was saying, the words, terminology. I was deliberately brutal with my words, my words blunt, provocative.
She took a deep breath before she answered “About two, maybe three months later I guess… those feelings would last longer: and become more irritating. I suddenly discovered one day that if I stroked myself as you said, I could enhance those feelings. Before they reached a climax, and left me, able to sleep more easily. But I had to share my room, with Kirsty, so I had to keep quiet.”
I grinned reassuringly. Somehow the questions were easing the tension. Shauna was smiling, too, as she remembered her childhood. And the memories seemed to be bringing her some joy.
“Guess I was similar to you Shauna.” I sat on the edge of my chair watching her, studying her face for reactions, emotions. “I remember watching a French film on BBC 2. This boy went to the cinema with two girls; and he put his arm around them both, and during the film tried to kiss one. She declined but the other girl accepted. I went to bed feeling aroused after that film, and I had to relieve myself, masturbate, play with myself to cum so I could sleep.”
She looked at me intently as she listened. Again there were signs of her relaxing further as we shared our stories.
“Question 3, when did you lose your virginity, Shauna?”
I heard her gasp, looking at me in surprise, so I continued… “I was 18, later compared to my friends. He was a few years older, we had been seeing each other, going out for a while with friends and one day we just ended up kissing. It seemed so natural. A couple of weeks later, we slept together. It hurt. But he was caring, understanding. We drifted apart eventually. But” as I smiled, “it was fun, and I am glad I waited.”
She looked at me as I told her about my first time, asking me some minor details, to which I replied truthfully. I saw her smile, relaxing visibly, even though she was in front of me, still naked. Her hands though still covered up her mound.
“Seventeen,” she replied with a giggle. “With Stephen. It was at home. Mom, Dad and sisters were at church, and I, we were meant to be working revising for exams. But we ended up kissing.”
Her eyes closed as if to better visualize the scene. “I felt him get hard; I became aware of my own arousal. And we fucked. It hurt, and he was gentle. But compared to others, it was fucking rather than making love, but it was fun, and I did cum, with some.” she hesitated. “Before I had to aid myself”, seeing her face blush as she opened up to me.
“Oh, my.” I gasped, as I knelt before her, with a smile on my lips. She looked at me, bursting out into the giggles.
“At the time it was serious, we kissed, our clothes came off and he entered me. It seemed so natural, it was fun.”
“You are almost there Shauna, final question, ready?”
She nodded a smile upon her lips.
“When did you masturbate last, and what was on your mind, what were you thinking of?”
There was a momentary pause, not due to the openness of the question, but rather as if she was toying with the answer.
“The TRUTH,” I reminded her, softly.
“Friday night” she started,”watching a film on TV, it had George Clooney, god he’s so lovely!” She burst out into a giggle, a cheesy, girly giggle.
“Well, thank you Shauna, you completed that task well.”
She looked at me, and suddenly became aware of her nudity again, and covered her self up slightly.
“When would you like to complete the second task, Shauna? You are well on to resolving your financial crisis.”
She looked at me hesitantly, “Tomorrow? Any time? The sooner I have the cash, the sooner I will be able to concentrate on working.” I thought she was going to say something else, but she didn’t, it transpired that she was, but rather than worrying about her debt, it would be our friendship.
“I have a meeting in the morning but I’ll be home by lunchtime. See you then.” I turned, and walked out, before leaving her to her thoughts, looking over my shoulder, facing her, and asked a simple question, “What is meant by Sapphic love?”
Before she had chance to answer I walked out, leaving her to herself, her own thoughts, and me to mine. It was not long before I heard the front door close.
I went back to my bedroom, and stood where she had, and slowly undressed myself. I closed my eyes, and I saw her perfect form kneeling on the floor before me, as I removed my clothing, piece by delicious piece.
My hands reached for my jacket, unfastened the two buttons. The jacket ended up in a pile on the floor. Next was the camisole, lifting it up over my head, exposing my breasts, as that, too, ended up on the floor. In my mind, I felt Shauna’s gaze upon my breasts, realising I had her full attention.
Slowly, provocatively, I unfastened my skirt, as I stood in front of my beautiful young friend, only in my thong and boots. I felt my state of arousal, knew that the cotton thong would clearly have a visible damp patch. I knelt before her, reaching her cheeks, as I kissed her.
I remember dreaming about holding her as we kissed, reaching for her hands, placing them on my breasts, holding them, as I felt her squirm, shiver to the feel of my breasts, my nipples hard, taught.* As we kissed, I became bolder, holding her, stroking her young firm form, sliding up and down her side, tracing the outline of her curves, her nipples.
As I dreamt, fantasised about Shauna, my hands treated my body as if it were Shauna’s. I cupped my breasts, stroked them, and pinched my nipples. My finger nails traced slowly down to my aching mound, my wet fanny. My fingers stroked my labia, from the clit down to the anus, and back, in a large circular motion, as I sighed loudly.
My body thrashed on the bed, my legs moving, my feet, in unison with the strokes of my fingers. Finally, I thrust my hands inside, reaching past my labia, heading for my magical spot, moaning loudly, the fingers of my other hand on my clit wantonly stroking it. I forced more fingers inside me, as they arched upwards, reaching the magical spot. Finally I came, as I almost fisted myself with one hand, the other on my clit, my body shuddering, convulsing as every nerve seemed to be alive.
I woke up on my bed sometime later. I had to shake my head, try to remember what had happened, to sort out fact from fantasy. I touched myself, feeling my trimmed hairs all matted, smelt my fingers, finding the stale aroma of old arousal.
Shauna did not react to my suggestion; she had knelt passively in front of me. She had not given me the little hint that I had so much hoped for, wanted. This was going to be a lot harder then I had anticipated.
“Oh fuck.” I mumbled, to no one.
That night I slept badly. I was aroused still; incredibly aroused, having seen her pure form, her curves, the soft contours, the wisps of hair from her mound. But I was scared, as I knew I would be, on the final outcome of this scheme of mine. How far would we get, and our friendship beyond?
But it was too late to worry about that, I had already started. But hadn’t Shauna relaxed as I questioned her? Hadn’t she answered the questions that I put to her, as well?
The morning’s meeting was a blur. Despite my best effort, I was thinking of the afternoon, hoping it would all come to a head, a climax, in whatever direction. Finally I was home as I prepared the room, and myself.
I closed the blinds, and lit scented candles in the room, ensuring the heating was on high, as I dressed. I pondered what to wear, but I opted for a maroon red/teal printed wrap over dress from Monsoon, with a deep plunging neckline, and a pair of burgundy knee highs. My neck was decorated with a simple pendant style necklace.
I heard the doorbell ring, before the door opened; I had given Shauna a set of keys for her cleaning activities. I greeted her, and she was warm–friendly but reserved. I guess she was unsure what the afternoon would bring for her. I had no idea, either.
I opened a bottle of white wine, and we chatted for a while. I noticed her nerves as she spoke, asking me some minor questions about the day before, as she gulped down her wine.
“Ready?” I asked softly.
She nodded, her face was clearly asking what ordeal would I force up on her, but she sighed, apparently resigned to the fact that she needed the money. She knew that no other way would yield such a salary, a payment.
“Your bedroom?” she asked. I simply nodded, and followed her through the doorway, carrying the wine. The room was bathed by the sweet aroma of the scented candles, which were flickering softly from their resting places around the room. Soft music drifted from the stereo.
I lent back into the arm chair, feeling the cool leather on my arms as rested them on the armrest, sipping my wine gently.
“So what does Miranda request of me today?” she asked in a matter of fact tone.
“Please undress yourself,” being very much aware that she had made an effort today, a longer flowing cut skirt, a strappy top, her bra straps clearly visible. She had applied some makeup, and looked very attractive.
“But please. Be slightly more into it, as if you’re undressing for a new lover, teasing him, toying with him. Perhaps George Clooney.”
“Is that what you want, Miranda? I looked up Sapphic love; it means love between two females. Is that what you want?”
My faced blushed, as I gulped some wine, ignoring her question, but rather allowing her to broad on it.
She undressed for me, in a seductive manner, teasing me I guess, her eyes upon mine, mine upon hers, as she danced, teased, flirted with me. Finally she was in just her boots, and lingerie, her face asking the question “How further?”
Smiling I asked her to keep the boots on. She blushed but soon removed her bra and thong, covering herself up, looking at me intently, but apparently not as nervous, as the day before. Perhaps the wine had helped?
“Oh my, Shauna, you are a very pretty girl, Stephen and those other boys were very lucky to see you naked before their eyes, and how lucky I am now,” smiling.
“Thank you,” she stuttered, with a nervous blush.
“So you fancy George Clooney? Mmmmmm well, Shauna, the second part of today’s task is to cast your mind back to Friday evening, when you masturbated thinking of him. I want to watch you, see you pleasure yourself imagining it’s him, George that you are performing for.”
She gasped, loudly, looking at me, a deep cold penetrative stare.
“You cannot be serious M! Oh my god, Oh Fuck, Oh god. Here, now in front of you, something so personal?”
“Why is it personal Shauna? With every new sexual partner, I like to watch them masturbate for me early on. I can watch them, see how they like to be touched, where they like to touch. It helps me to learn about my lover’s body… Remember your debt, and that you’re on track to clearing your debt. And… if you don’t do today’s second task, you will forfeit the hard work, the embarrassment of yesterday.”
She stared at me harder, the flickering candles reflecting of her curves, outlined in the shadows, the flickering shadows.
With a deep sigh, a sigh of hesitation, she approached the bed, climbing onto it. As she lay down, her breathing was light, rapid. She settled herself; her hands slowly touched her body, stroking her flat stomach, her sides, and her breasts.
For several minutes, her hands moved in what seemed a disorganised manner, touching her self stroking, letting out slight moans, gasps. Finally, her hands settled on her breasts, concentrating on her obviously sensitive nipples.
Initially she moved her hands down, over her breasts towards her stomach, and then back up in a circular motion. I watched her gaze at her own nipples, which were pressed, taught against her young breasts. She repeated this process several times, with each growing in intensity. The room became silent, the sound of her breathing, of my breathing, the soft music.
I watched in awe, as Shauna continued, any fears, nerves forgotten. Her head was back on the pillows, her eyes closed, as her hands wondered, caressed her young body. Once or twice, she mentioned his name, called out to him, George.
Her right hand had reached beyond her breasts, her fingers in, on her mound. Her legs opened wider, exposing herself further to me, watching her middle finger gently stroking her clitoris, small gentle strokes in a circular motion. Her left hand was now, rather than stroking her breasts, was teasing at nipple, pulling it, gasping, sighing with every tug. The other hand concentrated on her clitoris, her labia glistening in the candlelight, her state of arousal beyond dispute.
She continued, the sounds of her own arousal passing past her lips, yelping every time she tugged, pulled her nipple, her other hand now caressing the folds of her labia, up and down as if she was teasing herself,
“Oh God George,” she called out, and immediately pushed a finger past her labia, inside her, quickly followed by a second. The sight before me was so erotic, so wanton, Shauna lost in her own world, as she was tormenting her own sex, close to cumming.
I was so aroused, as I watched her, wanting to cum myself. I badly wanted to masturbate, but I also wanted to savour that for what I hoped may come in store. I was keenly aware of my highly charge d state, my nipples hard, prominent like bullets, my mound aching, tingling; crying out to be touched.
Shauna’s other hand moved, stroking her taught stomach until she found her clitoris, slowly stroking, caressing it, shuddering as she did so. She became more vocal, gasping, sighing, her mind obviously confused, as she called out George, Stephen and one or two other names, which I really did not catch, nor would I repeat.
She increased the tempo, the fingers inside herself, stroking, before fingering herself, sliding them in, out as if they were a cock, a penis. Her other hand was now just rubbing her clit, faster, harder, faster; culminating in a crescendo of a finish.
“Oh God, Oh fuck Oh George!”
She finally exploded, cried out, her head arched back, eyes closed as her slender form shuddered, convulsed in what was a very explosive, arousing orgasm. Even as she came, her fingers were still working herself, making the sensation last that little bit longer, before her fingers came to a halt, the previous noises replaced by a deep heavy breathing.
I sat in silence, staring at her during the minutes it took her to recover. Finally, I was able to speak. “Oh God Shauna, that was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”
I stood up, and walked over to her, seating myself on the edge of the bed, reaching out, stroking her leather clad calf gently.
With a tear in her eye, she thanked me, opening her eyes looking at me, hot, flushed, and embarrassed.
“Really?” she asked quiet, unsure.
“Shauna.” I said, offering her my arms. She sat up, and leant into me and we hugged. I savoured the feel of her bare breasts against mine.
We hugged in silence, aware of my arousal, unsure how to take, introduce the third task, the final task. Finally she pulled away, her long hair in her face. My hand moved to clear it from her lovely dark emerald eyes.
“Sapphic love, I looked it up yesterday M on the internet, found some interesting definitions, some interesting websites, and some lovely pictures. Is that to be my next task, M? Are you wanting me, us to make love, to sleep together?”
Our eyes locked, my thumb stroking away a tear slowly running down her cheek.
“I would like that Shauna, yes, I am attracted to you. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I am fond of you. I have been for some years, during which I have become aware of changes in my own sexuality, I am now bisexual. But when we hugged, sometimes I wanted, I do want to hug you tighter, to kiss your cheeks, to kiss your lips, softly sensually. Because I am fond of you I want to express my fondness, how I feel about you, more physically.”
As I explained, I could see the thoughts race through her mind, her facial expressions changing every second, it seemed.
“But, I won’t ask that of you, my sweet Shauna. Our friendship means too much to me, and I hope we can recover from this mess, this monster that I have created.”
“So what is my final task?”
“To be honest I am not totally sure.” a soft smile on my face, “I never expected you to come this far.”
She looked at me; somehow more relaxed, resigned to what may come in store before the day is over.
“I am slightly over dressed. Why don’t you start by undressing me, Shauna?”
Slowly I stood up, letting go of our hands that had become slightly intertwined, and stepped back, as she, too, stood up.
“I guess compared to your last task, this part so far is pretty straight forward.” Giggling, knowing Shauna it was very much a nervous giggle.
Slowly she unfastened the tie on my dress, opening it up, exposing my Basque, and the inside tie. She undid the knot, and walked behind me, helping me out of the dress, part of my Christmas present from my boyfriend, now husband. As the dress was removed, I stood in front of her, in a light red Basque and thong, heavily laced, from the Rigby and Peller Opulence range; and of course, my burgundy boots completing the outfit.
She stood there, gasping. “I’ve never seen such lovely lingerie before M, it’s beautiful! And, oh my, you look so wonderful. Oh My.”
She stood, stared at me for a couple of minutes, before she approached me. I offered her my back and felt her small, delicate fingers slowly unhooking the clasping along the back of the Basque, taking her time. Finally, I felt the last one released, and with my hands on the cups, on my breasts, I turned round and faced her.
“Ready?” I asked.
I could see her; hear her gulp, as she nodded. I let go of the cups, the Basque falling away onto the floor, exposing my breasts; my erect nipples, protruding to the sky.
She just gasped as she looked at me, stared at me. I smiled slightly, reaching out offering her my hands, to hold her. She accepted and reached out, and softly took hold of mine, our fingers interlocked. We stood there for what seemed like ages, neither of us speaking, my mind in a turmoil as I felt my heart pound in my chest.
I wanted to take Shauna there, and then, to hug her to kiss her softly, lovingly on her lips. I wanted us to collapse on the bed in an embrace, to hold each other, to talk, discuss our experiences, and for us to make love. But as I looked at her, I felt that I had achieved my aims, to a point, she was now aware of her sexuality more, and she was aware of Sapphic love, the beauty of two friends embracing, kissing, making love, soft, sensually, passionately. I never really knew what the third task would be; I guess it depended on how she responded to the first two. I just knew she was not ready for us to take our friendship over the line, into new territory, un-chartered for us both.
Do I ask her to masturbate me, I thought to myself, to give me an intense orgasm as she gave herself? Or do I ask her to help me? I was still aroused, as it seemed was Shauna. As we stood there, holding hands softly, lightly, I could still see her puffy breasts, her nipples still prominent.
“So Miranda, what is my third task? What’s the rest going to be?”
There was a pause, a long awkward pause, a cold eerie silence, as we looked at each other.
“Shauna?”
“Yes” she replied, hesitantly.
“Your final task is for you to follow your desire.”
“My desire?”
“Yes, Shauna,” looking up at her, looking into her eyes; “Shauna, you have expressed an interest. You are aroused, I can see that easily. I want you to follow your desire, your urge. If you want to take the cheque and leave, it is your free will to do that. If however…..” My voice disappeared, as I watched her.
She looked at me, hesitated. I looked at Shauna, as she slowly picked up her things, headed for the door of the room, seeing her stop as she hesitated; maybe wondering if she should walk through the door.
“Miranda, what is, what was the third task you had in mind for me? I just have to know.”
“I think you can guess Shauna.” I replied, still leaning back on my arms, realising I was still in thong and boots. “I have hinted at it, made subtle suggestions a couple of times. But your final task is for you to follow your desire, your instinct.”
“Yes,” she hesitated briefly, as if formulating in her mind what she was about to say; “But I’m almost embarrassed to think about it, because if I tell you what I think and if I’m wrong, well, it’s just too much.”
“What is?”
“What I’m thinking; that you might have possibly been planning.”
I was aware that I had gulped as I looked at her, listened to her.
“But… you have your £9,000; your debts are cleared or at least far more manageable. Besides, I saw the most erotic masturbation from anyone.”
Shauna blushed as I referred to what I had seen maybe 30 minutes earlier.
“Just follow your desire, your instinct.” I repeated softly.
“Well, I sort of got carried away with that,” she stated, an obvious embarrassed grin formed on her face.
“So you must have relaxed a little since yesterday?”
“Well, yes,” Shauna went on. “Yesterday was such a surprise and, to be honest, I was angry with you!”
“I would be worried if you had not been at least annoyed with me.”
“It seemed as if you were taking advantage of my situation.”
“I was, if the truth be told.”
“Yes, I know,” she said softly. “And it confused me a lot thinking of you as my friend, like and older sister, almost and then to have you do that. But then, after we began those tasks, I began to feel differently, somehow.”
I smiled softly to myself. “How so, Shauna?” I continued. “I’ve been bisexual since you were around 14, 15.”
“I began thinking about what I would have done had you just asked me out right to do something sexual. And I’m sure I would have turned and run away fast. But when you, in essence, forced me, I felt as if I had no choice. But then earlier on today, when I was lying on the bed touching myself, all of a sudden, I didn’t feel as if you were forcing me. It was almost as if you were leading me, guiding me and now, when you are ready; when I AM ready, you stop the whole thing.”
“I was not strictly forcing you.” I interjected, “you had the option to leave… but the thought of your debts kept you here… but you have your money now Shauna, and you’re angry with me? How else could you have cleared your debts with three hours work?”
“I’m just confused all over again, I guess” she replied, “I’m not angry but rather, as I said confused, bitter. Why did you change your mind?”
“In what sense, Shauna? I never really had a third task defined… I was not expecting you to come this far, truthfully.”
“Interesting, so maybe you’re not as hard as you tried to make yourself out to be, Miranda; could it be that your conscience got the better of you?”
“Yes… But I also saw enough, and I hope taught you the value of money, and discipline.”
“Well, yes. It was a difficult lesson in one way: but in another way, I have to thank you for opening my eyes to a lot of things.”
“A lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.”
“But more important than money,” She paused, looking at me in the eye. “A lesson about who I am, and what I want.”
She stopped again, her lips moved, but no sound came out, but finally she spoke.
“I don’t think that was your main point though, M, the lesson about money I think that is a side issue.”
“Oh?” *feigning confusion, “I don’t understand. And what do you want?”
Shauna paused again, “well, I didn’t walk out the door a few minutes ago when you gave me the chance. There must be a reason.”
“True, Shauna; you have much to hate me for now; degrading you, as I did.”
“No, not hate you. In some ways I feel sorry for you . . . to be afraid to tell me what you wanted . . . to see what might have happened.”
“I sense a desire within you Shauna, A desire for what? As I said, your final task is for you to face that desire, to confront it.”
“If there is desire here, it’s something you have to take responsibility for.”
“True… I guess.” my head nodding slowly.
“It wasn’t here before the first task or at least I didn’t know it was here. And now that you’ve awakened it, you’re ready to send me away.” She paused deeply, “I think that would be using me twice. But I can’t believe you would intentionally be that cruel.”
“Look Shauna. How long have I known you? Since 11 or 12?”
“Yes.”
“And I’ve seen you grow up, develop into the pretty girl you are, the pretty, intelligent, confident girl you have become.”
Shauna looked down blushing, biting her bottom lip. “But I’m not a little girl any more and you know that better than anyone. You knew it before you made me do those things. That’s the reason you wanted me to do them because you didn’t look at me as a little girl anymore. But you certainly know it now, now that you’ve seen me naked. After all… no one has watched me masturbate before.”
There was an awkward moment of silence.
“Shauna, I look at you as a friend…”
Shauna continued “seen me masturbate. No one’s ever seen me like that.”
“And I want to show you how fond of you, I love you, I guess.”
“My god, Miranda did you just say that you love me?” she finally dropped her belongings and took a step or two towards me, still on the bed.
“Yes, Shauna, perhaps not in the same way as with Adrian or you with your current boyfriend, but yes.”
“Maybe you’d better explain what you mean by that.” She insisted.
“Guess it’s similar to how I feel about my family, or you feel about your family, to Kirsty. “But… unlike Kirsty, your sister, or me and my brother, when I hug you, hold you sometimes I get the urge to hold you tighter. When we exchange kisses… sometimes I want to kiss you on the lips. Softly, sensually; to let you know how fond of you I am.
“So Shauna, you have left two questions unanswered. What did you think I was planning for the third task, and what do you want, desire?”
“Well,” She stopped briefly, pausing; “I think it’s pretty clear that you were going to have me do something sexual to you, perhaps with you. I suppose either watch–perhaps help-you masturbate? Or maybe even have the two of us make love.”
“I’d lie if I said I had not contemplated either of those thoughts… I have already confessed as much. And what do you now desire, Shauna?” I sat up, moved my legs so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her.
“I want to feel what it is like to be touched by a woman. By you, Miranda.” Her face became crimson, from her blush.
“Oh my…..” I held out my hands, openly, as an invitation. “Are you sure?”
She gulped, her hands accepting mine, our fingers intertwined, interlocked. She took my hands, softly, and pulled them towards her, as she stepped forward, placing my hands on her breasts, her hands on top. I slowly caressed her nipples, still hard, feeling them harden further, as I caressed her soft skin, feeling her push herself onto my hands, my caressing fingers. I heard her sigh, gasp to my touch.
“So… what made you desire me, my love?”
I continued to caress her breasts, feeling Shauna press herself against me and guide my hands with a more vigorous massage. Having sensed her desire for something more firm, I applied more force, pressing her breasts, cupping them, massaging them.
Her response was a loud sigh, a loud gasp “Oh god. That feels so good, Miranda,” her voice husky. She threw her head back exposing her neck, inviting me. I responded, softly nibbling, kissing her soft skin, my hands still pressed against her breasts.
“You’ll have to show me what to do, Miranda.”
“No… No I don’t. You just need the courage to accept it, and to follow your instincts.”
I felt her reach for my breasts, her delicate fingers touching, tentatively, exploring. I stood up, breaking my kiss, looked her in the eye, and smiled. Her arms, hands circled me, pulling her self into me, our breasts touching; nipples rubbing against nipples.
“So what made you desire me, Shauna?”
“Well, I’ve always had this special feeling about you, Miranda. Our friendship was always special, and I thought it was the age difference, looking to you as an older, wiser sister. But… I just didn’t know how to put it into words.”
I just nodded, moving my hands to cup her cheeks, her chin, lightly caressing as she spoke, our eyes still locked together. Shauna closed her eyes, parted her lips slightly, in anticipation for a kiss I guess. But it did not come.
“Kiss me.” I whispered. “Find the courage, Shauna.”
I heard a slight sigh, felt her soft tender lips on mine. We kissed, softly, lightly, delicately; as Shauna found her confidence, I let her go at her own speed. We stood there, kissed for ages, soft, passionate, butterfly kisses.
I gasped, my body shuddered. Her tongue tentatively passed my lips entering my mouth as her grasp on me tightened. I accepted her tongue, sucking on it,
Finally, she broke the kiss, and what an intense, passionate kiss it was, too! Her lips moved to my neck, as she kissed, lightly, tentatively at first. I threw my head back, exposing my neck to her advances. I felt her tongue tentatively touch my neck, licking, leaving a soft trail, as she kissed, licked my neck, exposed to her, for her.
Knowing this was her first time, I let her set the pace, as she kissed me. My hands held her, caressed her. I moaned, intensely as our friendship took on a new meaning, a new intensity, and intimacy. Finally, she broke away, gasping, breathing heavily.
“Oh God M, Oh God.” Was all she could manage.
I led her to the bed, asking her to sit. I knelt before her, and looked up at her, and her beauty. I remember sighing, licking my lips, thinking how her skin looked soft, tight, taught over her breasts in particular, her nipples clearly aroused, and hard. I looked down at her, seeing her mound close up for the first time, wisps of hair matted from her arousal earlier. But the folds of her labia were glistening again with her new arousal, her scent overpowering.
I brought my lips to bear, starting on her neck. I took the lead, wanting to pleasure her, and I did. I have no recollection how long I took, but not a part of her young body was missed, I kissed, licked, nuzzled her entire body, no curve untouched. She gasped, moaned, and whispered those words we women love to hear. Those little compliments, that make us feel good, confident, aroused.
Finally, my lips, tongue arrived at her mound, her sex, pushing her legs open wider. I stared, again, before I finally leaned in, touching her with the tip of my tongue, gently breathing over her engorged clit. I felt her shudder, gasp.
“Oh god Miranda, Oh god.”
I touched her labia with the tip of my tongue, running along the length, tasting her, feeling her softness, her wetness. *she laid fully back on the bed, letting go of all control, one hand on her breast, the other stroking my hair, pulling my mouth closer to her mound, to her sex.
My mouth licked, kissed, finding her soft thigh, my teeth biting deep into her flesh, feeling her yelp. I continued a combination of biting, kissing, sucking leaving a mark on her, for her. My gift so she could remember this every time she looked at herself, but private enough for no one else to see.
Finally, my mouth found the top of he labia, her clit, hard prominent. As I flicked it with my tongue I felt her shudder, her hand pressing me into her, her body involuntarily gyrating, pressing her hip onto me. I continued, a combination of licking, kissing tugging her clit, my hands keeping her knees apart, stroking her inner thigh gently, and one hand moving slowly inwards towards her. I pulled away, replaced my tongue with my thumb, as I caressed her clit, slowly inserting two fingers past her labia.
Instinctively she tensed, her muscles contracting around my fingers as I penetrated, hearing a gasp.
“Oh God, Oh fuck.”
My fingers continued, searching for the spot, and knowing when I found it as she shuddered deeply, hearing her gasp. I teased, massaged that spot, my tongue returning to her clit; pressing against her, hearing her breathing quicken.
Finally her second orgasm took control of her young tender body. She shouted, cried out, as her body convulsed, shuddered, her hips, muscles in spasm against my fingers, as I fucked her with them, sliding them in, and out prolonging her orgasm. Before I withdrew, looked at her as she lay there, spent. I breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. She looked beautiful.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, smiled and looked at me. I knew our friendship had turned a new corner, and for us both it was un-chartered territory.