Debby rang Rebecca's doorbell.
She was a bit annoyed at having her hand job interrupted, but also curious to find out what on earth Rebecca could wish to talk to her about. The only thing she could imagine was that her mother had sent her a message through the neighbor – but if that was the case, it must have been meant to remain a secret from her father and since he was the one who'd sent over well, Debby decided that she would just have to wait and see. She hoped it would not take very long, though. Her pussy was simmering merrily away, badly in need of some attention from her skilled hands and fingers.
Rebecca opened the door.
She was still wearing the same semitransparent negligee that she had worn to greet Bill. She had considered a variety of dresses appropriate to this conversation with Debby but, in the end, she figured that the negligee would do as well as any. It was, for one thing, very sexy. It was also easy to – by accident, as it were – let the garment fall open, revealing her charms and, if things worked out the way that Rebecca hoped they would, it was easy to take off as well.
Oh, yes, Rebecca intended to talk to Debby about the birds and the bees, but not quite in the manner that Bill had supposed she would. She hoped that with demonstrations, the talk would turn into a sort of field course in orgasms, as it were, instructions in detail.
She smiled at the girl and her green eyes ran over her young, nubile body. It was easy to see why Debby's father had become horny while looking at her. Her sweater fit like a coat of paint and it was evident that she wore no bra, for her stiff nipples thrust out in twin peaks against the taut material. She had a way of pushing those tits out, too, a sort of gently sway backed stance so that she came at a person tit first. The tight sweater was tucked into those cut off jeans that were every bit as tight, themselves. They were molded to the contours of her loins and hips so snugly that the crotch was drawn into a tight vee and the crack of her ass showed.
For a moment, Rebecca just looked at her, smiling in a strange fashion, half amused and half speculative.
Debby stared back, rather surprised to discover that she could see Rebecca's naked body through the flimsy negligee. She could see the outline of her dark areolas where her nipples – as stiff as Debby's own – poked the black material out and, lower down, she could discern the wedge of the redhead's pubic thatch.
Debby spoke first.
"Daddy said you wanted to see me," she said.
The words, as she spoke them, seemed to cast a new light on the situation. See was the operative word, for Rebecca was staring at her in a manner that made Debby feel like squirming.
"Well, he asked me to," Rebecca said.
"Oh? Why?"
"You'd better come in, honey."
Debby entered the hallway – that hallway in which her father had poured the prick up Rebecca while Debby peered through the keyhole. Rebecca led the way to the living room. Debby, following, saw how mobile and shapely the woman's ass was, swaying under the black silk. It occurred to her that, if Rebecca was lucky to be getting Bill's huge prick, Bill was equally lucky to be screwing that luscious redhead. It made Debby feel very unlucky in tier virginity.
Rebecca motioned her to the couch.
Debby sat down and Rebecca sat in a chair opposite, not far away. She crossed her long, sleek legs, revealing an expanse of smooth thigh, the negligee riding up almost to her crotch. She leaned slightly towards Debby. Her big tits fell into the folds of the negligee and her deep cleavage was exposed.
They stared at one another again.
"What is it all about, then?" Debby asked.
"Your father asked me to tell you about… sex."
"Oh, gee whiz!" Debby cried, embarrassed.
"He thinks that you are innocent and that it's time someone explained these things to you. Since your mother isn't here…"
"Gee, we have sex education in school," Debby said.
"Yes, but still…"
"This is awful," Debby said. "Golly, I'm a teenager. You don't have to tell me about sex."
"But I am twenty-seven – and there are a great many things that I could tell you, Debby. Many things."
Debby started to reply, then paused, her mouth open.
"Are you a virgin, Debby?"
Debby nodded, then said, "Yes."
"Do you intend to remain a virgin?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe."
"But you like boys, don't you?" There seemed to be a secret meaning in Rebecca's words.
"Well, sure," she said.
"You see, your father was home this morning."
"What do you mean?" Debby gasped. "He saw you give your boyfriend a handjob."
"Oh, my God!" Debby cried.
She flushed deeply. She was mortified.
"Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, Debby. Bill isn't angry. It's quite natural for a girl of your age to do things like that. As long as you know what you're doing and how far you want to go."
Debby, in her embarrassment, decided to take the offensive. She said, "Anyhow, I saw Daddy and you this morning, too – I saw what you did in the hallway! So there!"
It did not have the effect that Debby had expected. Rebecca was not upset in the least. If anything, she seemed to be amused. She even smiled.
"Did you indeed?" she said.
Debby was more embarrassed than before. She suddenly realized that she had just confessed to being a voyeur, to sneaking around peering around keyholes. That seemed far worse than doing what she'd seen Rebecca and Bill do. She lowered her eyes demurely.
"Is that as far as you've ever gone?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes," Debby said in a small voice.
"And what about yourself?"
"Well, I've let boys feel me up and finger fuck me a few times – that's all, though," Debby admitted.
"That's not much, is it?" Rebecca said. "I should think you'd want more than that."
Debby was surprised by that. She looked up. Rebecca's eyebrows were raised in query.
"Well, gee – sure," the girl confessed.
"You like to come, don't you, Debby?"
The conversation was not what the girl had anticipated, not at all. It was not like sex education at school. Her embarrassment was fading away quickly now as she realized that, with this redhead, there was little cause for modesty.
"I love it," she said, smiling faintly.
"Do you masturbate a lot?"
"Urn-hum," the girl said. "I get so hot that I have to."
"So do I," Rebecca said.
"You?" Debby said, amazed. "I thought that girls stopped doing that, once they started fucking."
"Oh, no. It's always nice. Of course, some ways are nicer than others. Ways you might not know about." Rebecca paused, considering how to continue. Debby gazed at her with genuine interest. "If you really want to keep your cherry, it would be handy for you to know about these things – ways to get your rocks off without screwing. Alone or with someone else."
The redhead crossed her legs the other way. Debby caught a glimpse of her pubic hair as she did so. A sense of unreality had come over the teenage girl. This scene seemed to have a dreamlike quality, as make-believe as her fantasies.
"Let's start with a simple handjob," said Rebecca. "Why don't you show me how you masturbate, Debby?"
"Oh, gee – I'd be too ashamed."
"Don't be silly, honey."
"I couldn't do it in front of you!" Debby wailed.
"Oh, don't be so modest," said Rebecca. "I'll tell you what – I'll show you how I do it, first, then you shouldn't have any qualms about showing me, okay?"
Debby was deeply shocked. But the thought of watching Rebecca masturbate was intriguing, compelling. She nodded slowly. "I guess," she said. "If you want to. Okay."
Rebecca smiled, her green eyes cat-like and bright. She opened the front of her negligee, and sitting back in the chair, parted her lush thighs. Debby gazed at her hairy, juicy cunt. The woman's clit was stiff and her slot was already flooded with thick juice. Debby couldn't take her eyes off that hot pussy. It seemed to draw her vision with some mysterious, carnal magnetism.
Rebecca began to stroke her cunt.
She used both hands, moving slowly, squirming in the chair as she fondled herself lovingly.
"Is this how you do it, Debby?" she whispered.
"Yes," Debby whimpered.
"Show me!"
Debby hesitated. But she could hardly be embarrassed now, not after Rebecca had done it first – and her twat was burning. The thought of rubbing her cunt was pleasant and the thought of letting Rebecca watch her do it was fascinating. Debby stood up. She stared at Rebecca almost challengingly as she unfastened her shorts. She pushed them down, then her panties, kicking one foot free. She sat down again and spread her smooth, slim thighs wide apart, letting the older woman look directly at her cunt. She could feel those green eyes burning into her flesh. It dawned on the girl that Rebecca was showing a great deal more interest than was warranted by simple instruction, but she didn't care. The face that what they were doing was sort of naughty only served to make it more exciting. She didn't touch herself right away. She let Rebecca look at her crotch, unshielded by her hands.
Rebecca stopped rubbing herself.
She said, "I'll come if I do that much longer. And I don't want to come – yet."
Her words thrilled Debby, the admission that her self caressing was more than an example, that the sexy redhead was horny, too.
Debby began to play with her pussy. She ran her fingertips up her burning cunt lips and stroked them across her clit. She purred with the sensation. Spreading herself open, she slowly pushed three fingers up her hole, squirming on them.
"Ummmm," she sighed.
Rebecca was leaning forward in her chair, fascinated.
"Well, it's obvious that I don't have to show you how to give yourself a lovely handjob," the redhead said.
Debby continued to finger fuck her cunt. "Wait," whispered Rebecca. "No – I want to come," Debby said. "Of course – but not yet." Debby's hands slowed. As much as she wanted to bring herself to a climax, she also wanted to see what Rebecca had in mind. She held her pussy cupped in her hand but did not stroke now. Rebecca stood up and took one step towards Debby. Debby trembled, waiting. Was the woman going to touch her? Was that it? Did Rebecca want to give her a handjob, to mutually masturbate each other? Debby was willing. It wasn't as if they were nasty old lesbians or anything. Having seen Rebecca fucking Bill, Debby knew full well that the woman was heterosexual so it would merely be a case of doing each other a favor, wouldn't it? She looked directly, meaningfully, into those glowing green eyes and she drew her hand away, leaving her cunt naked to Rebecca's gaze and, if the woman wanted, to her touch.
But then Rebecca moved away, turning. "I'll be right back," she said. She went into the bedroom. Debby, confused by the departure, wondering what was going on, cupped her pussy again, as if to hold the fiery lust contained within her loins.
Rebecca returned a moment later. She had something in her hand. Debby gasped.
"Oh, wow!" she said. "Interested?" Rebecca asked. "I sure am!"
Rebecca was holding a huge rubber prick.