Part 2
Here is Part 2 of an old story that I wrote some time ago.
The warm water from the shower fell on her body in a steady stream. All of her muscles felt completely relaxed as the water cascaded down her. She had been tempted to purchase one of those multi-variety shower heads that one could detach and move all over themselves.....if they were so inclined. She didn't feel the need. If she wanted to get that sensation, she would just simply close her eyes and let her hands wander.
Today was one such day. As she took the soap, she lathered her hands up well and began to move them down her neck and around her chest. As she rubbed the soap on her skin, she could not help but play with her breasts and nipples as she cleaned. Her hands were relatively dainty, but had surprising strength when she needed it (see Part 1 and the balls vice incident). Her fingers glided around the outline of her breasts, which made her tingle slightly. As one of her hands continued to play, the other kept rubbing down her stomach and around her waist and hips. She began to picture the old roommates and the sounds they made late at night with complete sexual ardor and it made her moan. Her hand was now on the cusp of her womanhood. Slowly, gently, she inserted a finger inside of herself. The awareness was not completely foreign to her. After all, in the technical sense, she wasn't a virgin still. The tissue had been torn during an ill-advised night of pub crawling, a favorite Boston tradition amongst the collegiate set.
She had met him at either the fifth or sixth bar they had gone to. He was attractive enough; a little over 6 feet tall, brown wavy hair, and piercing green eyes. He was obviously a fitness nut, and had no problem letting everyone know. She commented to her friends that she hadn't seen that many ripples in one place since she last saw the pond in the backyard of her parents' Maine house. It didn't take long for the two of them to disappear into the cool night air. The thing that stood out the most to her was that he wasn't much of a gentleman. He preferred the dark alley as opposed to going somewhere a little more private. Didn't believe in foreplay, or much for kissing for that matter. But the joke was on him. He didn't know she was a virgin. The thing that surprised her was that it didn't hurt as much as she had been led to believe. She felt some pressure and a moment or two of pain, but it subsided rather quickly. It helped by the fact that he was very quick and that his cock was not all that impressive (which contributed to her theory about men and steroids, she laughed to herself) When it was all over, she quickly gathered herself up and left him in the alley. And when she heard his screams from discovering the evidence of his deflowering, she had to laugh a little more......
As she began to insert another finger inside of herself, she quickly put his image out of her head. It felt so good having her clit tremble and quiver under her delicate touch and caress. And the warm water running all over her protected her like some sort of shroud. As the feeling of pleasure began to wash over her entirely, she was snapped back into the real world by the sound of her apartment door buzzer. She quietly cursed and quickly jumped out of the shower and buzzed Rachel in. And as she ran back to the bathroom to towel herself off, she noticed by the clock that she had been in the shower for over an hour. She felt herself blushing as she closed the door and prepared herself for the evening ahead......
As she entered the living room, she noticed Rachel on the couch watching television, her back to Kirsten. Kirsten walked around to the front of the couch to get a better look at her. Rachel was quite a beautiful girl. Tonight, it seemed like she was a little more so. Her blonde hair was teased back and tied back in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder. Rachel always had a minimal need for makeup, for she had "natural beauty", which pissed off all of her friends. But tonight, she had made herself up a little more, subtle touches of mascara, lipstick and blush. Kirsten blushed when she realized that she had actually noticed. Rachel was wearing some torn jeans and a rather tight white t-shirt, tight enough that her rather superfluous breasts were practically testing the strength of the fabric. Kirsten sat down on the easy chair to the left of the sofa.
They began to discuss which clubs they would hit that night, and how Rachel was hoping the two of them could hook up tonight. Kirsten blushed as she misinterpreted the statement. Rachel let out a small laugh and joked that Kirsten could only dream of getting her hands on "these", cupping her breasts with her hands. Watching her made Kirsten feel a little flushed. Part of her pictured what it would be like to see Rachel out of that shirt, her breasts hanging freely, her nipples protruding out. She saw herself gently cupping them and then bringing her mouth to them, gently kissing her soft skin. And listening to Rachel moan made her feel all warm on the inside. So she would move her mouth up to Rachel's, bringing her lips to Rachel's, their tongues gently touching each other.....
Rachel snapped her fingers, catching Kirsten in the middle of her daydream. They looked at the clock and realized they should get going. Kirsten grabbed her keys, her ID's, and stuff a little money into her pockets and they were off.
This was now the fourth, and hopefully final club they would hit, Kirsten prayed. The others were either too crowded, the DJ sucked, or the applicants that were hitting on she and Rachel were definitely not worth reviewing the application. They were both used to being hit on, Rachel more so than she. Rachel was much more adventurous and rumor had it that she dabbled in some bisexual encounters, and even a threesome or two. Rachel was not one to inhibit herself when it came to sex. Once, she even made a bet with her friends that she could pick up a guy and girl at the same time. After stalking out her prey, she left with both of them an hour later and was not heard from until after the weekend. Rumor had it the party ran very long and that Rachel had alternated between the two while the other rested.
Kirsten on the other hand was a lot more reserved,. She never dressed as provocatively as Rachel, nor did she share her senses of adventure. But frustration had finally set in on her. Tonight, she didn't give a damn. She wanted to get laid tonight. But, she would not fuck just anyone. They would have to do something for her. But God help the guy she picked tonight. She was on the prowl and raring to go.
Rachel had staked her claim early and was in the process of dancing her partner into a dark corner, her usual M.O. She would use the dark conditions to test out the technique of her possible partner. If the guy immediately shoved his hands in her pants and tried to finger-fuck her, she knew the night would not last long. She was very specific about what she wanted and had no problem throwing the little fish back and cast her line again. Rachel would start off by grinding her hips and ass into the guys crotch, thereby determining important factors such as length and in some case, girth. If the guy was confident enough, he would wrap his arms around her waist and try to seduce her. She really enjoyed being kissed on the nape of her neck. And if the guy could get her all hot with his kissing and his tongue rhythms, she would take it up a notch. Next she would spin around and start gyrating against his crotch some more, flicking her tongue out at her prey, taunting him a little. If he went straight for the breasts, that would be a penalty, depending on what he did next. She would want to experience a man's kiss at the height of his eagerness, to see how well he could perform under pressure. If he passed that test, he would do. Some nights took four or five attempts. And Kirsten, being the great friend she is, would lend her the apartment, if she needed it. Rachel had a spare key, and would leave a sock wrapped around the doorknob if there was a new suitor in the room.
Tonight, Kirsten didn't even watch her all that much. She had a lot to drink and was feeling a little tipsy. She was still fully aware of her senses, enough to smack some local jock prick who was getting his rocks off trying to peek down her shirt. She had had enough. Rachel was nowhere in sight, and she assumed she was busy with her auditions. So, Kirsten took her leave and went outside to get some fresh air and to escape the pounding music that was now echoing in her forehead.
She turned the corner of the club and leaned against the wall, in order to help restore her sense of balance. As she leaned there with her eyes closed, she heard a man's voice asking her if she was alright. She quickly opened her eyes and saw him standing a couple of feet away. She had seen him around before, playing his guitar in Boston Common during the early spring. She always thought he had some attractive features, like his blue/green eyes and his light brown hair that was sometimes a little disheveled to give him that grunge/alternative look. Their eyes had locked on more than one occasion, but never had anything come from it. Tonight was different, she thought. She asked him if he would be kind enough to walk her home. She was a little trashed and felt safer if someone took her home. Smiling, he took another drag from his cigarette and politely offered his arm. She took it, giggling slightly, making a wise remark regarding his chivalry. And together they walked back down towards her place......
She fumbled quickly to find the key. Successfully, she managed to open the door and pull him inside with her. The walk home and whatever conversation they had was all a blur to both of them. She plowed him against the door, making it slam shut. Her hands raced frantically through his messy hair as her tongue darted throughout his mouth. She was hungry for him. His kisses were masterful, his lips and tongue knowing exactly where they should be. He knew this was not her usual behavior, so he was more gentle with her. He rested his hands on her waist as they continued to feast upon each other.
She was feeling new things now. She felt extremely warm. Instinctively, she whipped off her shirt, revealing her breasts to him. She took his face in her hands, and after one last grazing with her tongue, she moved his face to her chest, dying to feel an even newer sensation. Surely, he couldn't excel better than he did with his kissing.
As he proceeded to impress her even more than he already had, her mind raced with a thousand thoughts; about how amazing this person was, how good his mouth felt on her, how badly she wanted this to keep going, how much she wanted to experience all of the things she had always heard about. His hands were now firmly holding her ass, massaging it like dough. It was making her feel wet between her legs, which were now beginning to buckle. She regained her senses and whisked him off to the bedroom, peeling off his shirt in the process. In the dim light, she could make out his chest, fairly well maintained, but not too much definition. He had a hairy chest, which turned her on. She landed on her back on her bed and pulled him forecfully on top of her. She then spun him over in one strong move and began licking and kissing his chest, which made him moan softly. As she moved lower, her hands fumbled with his pants snap. She quickly undid his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. She noticed his cock was hardening with each little touch she gave it. Her curiosity was now peaking. She peeled his shorts down and his cock was now fully erect. Like a kitten or small curious child, she began to play with it gently. She was amazed how hard it was, and it felt like a bumpy steel rod in her hands. She stroked him gently at first, but grew more intense as she saw what it was doing to him.
He knew if she kept this up, he would be finished too soon. So, he stopped her and put her back in her original resting place. He looked deeply into her eyes and removed her pants and with a single finger, he slid off her silk panties and dropped them to the floor. Gently, he spread her legs apart and kissed the inside of her thighs, which made her body twitch a little. As his tongue entered her, she screamed. The soft warm sensation made her body spasm in orgasmic delight. Never in her life had she felt something this pleasurable. His hands would glide up and down her legs as he would slowly bring his tongue in and out of her. Her hands alternated between his hair or his back. Each time she would feel a little sparkle of ecstasy, she would dig her nails into his back. As his movements became more fluid and intense, her moans became small quiet squeals of delight. And even at one time, she closed her legs around his head, almost sufficating him briefly. They both laughed.
And as they continued to bask in the fornication and pleasure of one another, they didn't notice the figure in the door, watching them..........
END OF PART 2
PART 3 STILL TO "COME"
The warm water from the shower fell on her body in a steady stream. All of her muscles felt completely relaxed as the water cascaded down her. She had been tempted to purchase one of those multi-variety shower heads that one could detach and move all over themselves.....if they were so inclined. She didn't feel the need. If she wanted to get that sensation, she would just simply close her eyes and let her hands wander.
Today was one such day. As she took the soap, she lathered her hands up well and began to move them down her neck and around her chest. As she rubbed the soap on her skin, she could not help but play with her breasts and nipples as she cleaned. Her hands were relatively dainty, but had surprising strength when she needed it (see Part 1 and the balls vice incident). Her fingers glided around the outline of her breasts, which made her tingle slightly. As one of her hands continued to play, the other kept rubbing down her stomach and around her waist and hips. She began to picture the old roommates and the sounds they made late at night with complete sexual ardor and it made her moan. Her hand was now on the cusp of her womanhood. Slowly, gently, she inserted a finger inside of herself. The awareness was not completely foreign to her. After all, in the technical sense, she wasn't a virgin still. The tissue had been torn during an ill-advised night of pub crawling, a favorite Boston tradition amongst the collegiate set.
She had met him at either the fifth or sixth bar they had gone to. He was attractive enough; a little over 6 feet tall, brown wavy hair, and piercing green eyes. He was obviously a fitness nut, and had no problem letting everyone know. She commented to her friends that she hadn't seen that many ripples in one place since she last saw the pond in the backyard of her parents' Maine house. It didn't take long for the two of them to disappear into the cool night air. The thing that stood out the most to her was that he wasn't much of a gentleman. He preferred the dark alley as opposed to going somewhere a little more private. Didn't believe in foreplay, or much for kissing for that matter. But the joke was on him. He didn't know she was a virgin. The thing that surprised her was that it didn't hurt as much as she had been led to believe. She felt some pressure and a moment or two of pain, but it subsided rather quickly. It helped by the fact that he was very quick and that his cock was not all that impressive (which contributed to her theory about men and steroids, she laughed to herself) When it was all over, she quickly gathered herself up and left him in the alley. And when she heard his screams from discovering the evidence of his deflowering, she had to laugh a little more......
As she began to insert another finger inside of herself, she quickly put his image out of her head. It felt so good having her clit tremble and quiver under her delicate touch and caress. And the warm water running all over her protected her like some sort of shroud. As the feeling of pleasure began to wash over her entirely, she was snapped back into the real world by the sound of her apartment door buzzer. She quietly cursed and quickly jumped out of the shower and buzzed Rachel in. And as she ran back to the bathroom to towel herself off, she noticed by the clock that she had been in the shower for over an hour. She felt herself blushing as she closed the door and prepared herself for the evening ahead......
As she entered the living room, she noticed Rachel on the couch watching television, her back to Kirsten. Kirsten walked around to the front of the couch to get a better look at her. Rachel was quite a beautiful girl. Tonight, it seemed like she was a little more so. Her blonde hair was teased back and tied back in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder. Rachel always had a minimal need for makeup, for she had "natural beauty", which pissed off all of her friends. But tonight, she had made herself up a little more, subtle touches of mascara, lipstick and blush. Kirsten blushed when she realized that she had actually noticed. Rachel was wearing some torn jeans and a rather tight white t-shirt, tight enough that her rather superfluous breasts were practically testing the strength of the fabric. Kirsten sat down on the easy chair to the left of the sofa.
They began to discuss which clubs they would hit that night, and how Rachel was hoping the two of them could hook up tonight. Kirsten blushed as she misinterpreted the statement. Rachel let out a small laugh and joked that Kirsten could only dream of getting her hands on "these", cupping her breasts with her hands. Watching her made Kirsten feel a little flushed. Part of her pictured what it would be like to see Rachel out of that shirt, her breasts hanging freely, her nipples protruding out. She saw herself gently cupping them and then bringing her mouth to them, gently kissing her soft skin. And listening to Rachel moan made her feel all warm on the inside. So she would move her mouth up to Rachel's, bringing her lips to Rachel's, their tongues gently touching each other.....
Rachel snapped her fingers, catching Kirsten in the middle of her daydream. They looked at the clock and realized they should get going. Kirsten grabbed her keys, her ID's, and stuff a little money into her pockets and they were off.
This was now the fourth, and hopefully final club they would hit, Kirsten prayed. The others were either too crowded, the DJ sucked, or the applicants that were hitting on she and Rachel were definitely not worth reviewing the application. They were both used to being hit on, Rachel more so than she. Rachel was much more adventurous and rumor had it that she dabbled in some bisexual encounters, and even a threesome or two. Rachel was not one to inhibit herself when it came to sex. Once, she even made a bet with her friends that she could pick up a guy and girl at the same time. After stalking out her prey, she left with both of them an hour later and was not heard from until after the weekend. Rumor had it the party ran very long and that Rachel had alternated between the two while the other rested.
Kirsten on the other hand was a lot more reserved,. She never dressed as provocatively as Rachel, nor did she share her senses of adventure. But frustration had finally set in on her. Tonight, she didn't give a damn. She wanted to get laid tonight. But, she would not fuck just anyone. They would have to do something for her. But God help the guy she picked tonight. She was on the prowl and raring to go.
Rachel had staked her claim early and was in the process of dancing her partner into a dark corner, her usual M.O. She would use the dark conditions to test out the technique of her possible partner. If the guy immediately shoved his hands in her pants and tried to finger-fuck her, she knew the night would not last long. She was very specific about what she wanted and had no problem throwing the little fish back and cast her line again. Rachel would start off by grinding her hips and ass into the guys crotch, thereby determining important factors such as length and in some case, girth. If the guy was confident enough, he would wrap his arms around her waist and try to seduce her. She really enjoyed being kissed on the nape of her neck. And if the guy could get her all hot with his kissing and his tongue rhythms, she would take it up a notch. Next she would spin around and start gyrating against his crotch some more, flicking her tongue out at her prey, taunting him a little. If he went straight for the breasts, that would be a penalty, depending on what he did next. She would want to experience a man's kiss at the height of his eagerness, to see how well he could perform under pressure. If he passed that test, he would do. Some nights took four or five attempts. And Kirsten, being the great friend she is, would lend her the apartment, if she needed it. Rachel had a spare key, and would leave a sock wrapped around the doorknob if there was a new suitor in the room.
Tonight, Kirsten didn't even watch her all that much. She had a lot to drink and was feeling a little tipsy. She was still fully aware of her senses, enough to smack some local jock prick who was getting his rocks off trying to peek down her shirt. She had had enough. Rachel was nowhere in sight, and she assumed she was busy with her auditions. So, Kirsten took her leave and went outside to get some fresh air and to escape the pounding music that was now echoing in her forehead.
She turned the corner of the club and leaned against the wall, in order to help restore her sense of balance. As she leaned there with her eyes closed, she heard a man's voice asking her if she was alright. She quickly opened her eyes and saw him standing a couple of feet away. She had seen him around before, playing his guitar in Boston Common during the early spring. She always thought he had some attractive features, like his blue/green eyes and his light brown hair that was sometimes a little disheveled to give him that grunge/alternative look. Their eyes had locked on more than one occasion, but never had anything come from it. Tonight was different, she thought. She asked him if he would be kind enough to walk her home. She was a little trashed and felt safer if someone took her home. Smiling, he took another drag from his cigarette and politely offered his arm. She took it, giggling slightly, making a wise remark regarding his chivalry. And together they walked back down towards her place......
She fumbled quickly to find the key. Successfully, she managed to open the door and pull him inside with her. The walk home and whatever conversation they had was all a blur to both of them. She plowed him against the door, making it slam shut. Her hands raced frantically through his messy hair as her tongue darted throughout his mouth. She was hungry for him. His kisses were masterful, his lips and tongue knowing exactly where they should be. He knew this was not her usual behavior, so he was more gentle with her. He rested his hands on her waist as they continued to feast upon each other.
She was feeling new things now. She felt extremely warm. Instinctively, she whipped off her shirt, revealing her breasts to him. She took his face in her hands, and after one last grazing with her tongue, she moved his face to her chest, dying to feel an even newer sensation. Surely, he couldn't excel better than he did with his kissing.
As he proceeded to impress her even more than he already had, her mind raced with a thousand thoughts; about how amazing this person was, how good his mouth felt on her, how badly she wanted this to keep going, how much she wanted to experience all of the things she had always heard about. His hands were now firmly holding her ass, massaging it like dough. It was making her feel wet between her legs, which were now beginning to buckle. She regained her senses and whisked him off to the bedroom, peeling off his shirt in the process. In the dim light, she could make out his chest, fairly well maintained, but not too much definition. He had a hairy chest, which turned her on. She landed on her back on her bed and pulled him forecfully on top of her. She then spun him over in one strong move and began licking and kissing his chest, which made him moan softly. As she moved lower, her hands fumbled with his pants snap. She quickly undid his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. She noticed his cock was hardening with each little touch she gave it. Her curiosity was now peaking. She peeled his shorts down and his cock was now fully erect. Like a kitten or small curious child, she began to play with it gently. She was amazed how hard it was, and it felt like a bumpy steel rod in her hands. She stroked him gently at first, but grew more intense as she saw what it was doing to him.
He knew if she kept this up, he would be finished too soon. So, he stopped her and put her back in her original resting place. He looked deeply into her eyes and removed her pants and with a single finger, he slid off her silk panties and dropped them to the floor. Gently, he spread her legs apart and kissed the inside of her thighs, which made her body twitch a little. As his tongue entered her, she screamed. The soft warm sensation made her body spasm in orgasmic delight. Never in her life had she felt something this pleasurable. His hands would glide up and down her legs as he would slowly bring his tongue in and out of her. Her hands alternated between his hair or his back. Each time she would feel a little sparkle of ecstasy, she would dig her nails into his back. As his movements became more fluid and intense, her moans became small quiet squeals of delight. And even at one time, she closed her legs around his head, almost sufficating him briefly. They both laughed.
And as they continued to bask in the fornication and pleasure of one another, they didn't notice the figure in the door, watching them..........
END OF PART 2
PART 3 STILL TO "COME"