It was a whopper. I must have blacked out for a few minutes-or perhaps even longer that was how grand the orgasm got. All those convulsive tremors, my own private earthquake! And then the misty aftermath, a time of drifting and dreaming on an unearthly astral plane-the result of a very earthy climax, no doubt. As engendered by the earthiest of women…
She was gone now, having thrown a bed sheet over me and vanished in the velvety mist. And once again, alone in this luxurious boudoir atmosphere, I began to feel like a poor little peasant girl mistaken for a princess. Lizabeth, where are you? Not that I was so anxious to see my royal-ass hostess now, not with this new burden of guilt weighing me down, another monkey on my back. As if I didn't have enough troubles! Even with that promise of discretion to tide me over, I had no illusions about secrecy and such. I'd never be able to keep it a secret from the bossy bitch goddess who had once dominated my life. Not when it happened here in her own house. Right here on her bed. Oh shit, what would I tell her, what could I say, what excuse could cover my shame? The mistress was out, so I settled for the maid?
I felt guilty, sure enough. Faithful in my fashion, kind of like a cheating wife. But at least I had found relief from that peculiar malaise of mine. A remedy of sorts, temporary at best. A lick and a promise, as it were. Sufficient for the nonce, though-except that I was strangely wide-awake now, not very sleepy at all. Doubtless the surroundings, I figured-so seductive to someone like me, so totally and relentlessly feminine. Almost sybaritic, all this voluptuous decor. Rather like Lizabeth herself. But sybaritic only with it lesbian orientation, of course. Hmm, yes indeed, rather like Lizabeth herself exclusively so, I assumed, now that friend husband had left her his wealth and passed on to a greater reward. (A dubious prospect, poor guy!) Lucky bitch. All this at her fingertips. A maid at her beck and call. Service. I was getting pretty envious just thinking about it.
The mirror grabbed me. I flipped the sheet off and struck a languorous pose, looking up at the glowing sensuality of my just-pampered body. Cooperative as ever, my hair had fallen into a naturally lovely pattern, spreading fanwise and spraying outward like the jets of a fountain. Beautiful. All around my beautiful face. But it was my body that had become the main attraction, my pampered body, and I thought about having a maid of my own to go on pampering it. A pretty one, though. Maybe even as pretty as that picture up there. A maid like myself? Hmm. If that didn't sound like the ultimate in vanity…
I flushed. How silly to be so captivated by my own image! I'd just bet Lizabeth was laughing at me right this minute. Just like she used to always with a lilt of gentle cynicism. Too bad I didn't have her here alongside me. And up there overhead! I considered the possibilities, aware of a little shiver of excitement. But no, I didn't want to get on that endless one-way track again. Vanity was a safer subject to explore. And it went farther back too long before we ever met, right back to childhood practically. Something to ponder, even if only to put myself to sleep. Besides, wouldn't it help me cope with the future if I examined the past? All of it, as much as I could remember, whatever seemed pertinent, the whole crazy scenario; why not?
Okay. I'd have to go back though, all the way back to the time of my blossoming beauty. You're so vain. Not that I hadn't always been beautiful, even as a tiny tot. But it was from Alix that I learned about sex, along with the uses and consequences of such beauty: Or through Alix, rather, since she didn't know any more about it than I did.
So long ago! We were in junior high then and a lot.less grown-up than any modern-day crop of kids. We had been friends awhile the best of childhood friends-Alix Moreau and Sue Daventry-but that one afternoon-changed everything. The afternoon of the new dress. That was when it really began. An evening gown for Alix to wear to the party. It was a family-type party, all relatives kind of a gathering of the clan; anyway, I didn't mind not being invited. I just envied her that dress and wondered aloud how it would look on me. A real honest-to-goodness evening gown, imagine.
"Put it on and see, why don't you? Go ahead. It might be too tight, though. The way you've filled out… "
Her judgment wasn't far wrong. I scowled disappointed. "I'd better not. Looks like a tough squeeze."
"How about if you strip to the skin? Your bra and panties could be the difference, huh? Sue? Don't be bashful. I just wish my body was half as nice as yours. Especially the boobs; mine just won't hurry up and grow. And yours keep getting bigger, you lucky girl. It's a good thing I'm your best friend otherwise I'd be real jealous, you know?"
I giggled, well aware of my more noteworthy assets. Even at that tender age, my bosom showed signs of developing into something pretty spectacular. "Who's bashful? It's worth a try. I'm dying to see how I'd look."
Stripping took only a moment. Alix handed me the gown, almost dropping it, strangely preoccupied all of a sudden. And then I noticed where her eyes were, how intently she seemed to be staring at my naked body. I wondered about that. A funny sensation stirred my insides, a feeling that left me slightly giddy. Curiosity, if nothing else, demanded further pursuit of this unspoken subject, this unseen wind of change. I addressed her quite sharply.
"What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I-I'm not sure. I guess it's because you're so beautiful, you really are. You've got the smoothest white skin, not even a tiny hickey anywhere. And your figure is stunning; how can I help but look? You're like a work of art."
"Thanks a lot." I snorted in mock disdain, hiding my wildly elated reaction to such a compliment. "That makes me sound like a marble statue in a museum. Look but don't touch. You think I'm made of stone? Just try touching me sometime…"
"Don't tempt me. Unless you're serious?"
"Sure. We're best friends, aren't we? So what's a little touch between friends? It's to prove a point, let's say. I mean, uh, if that's what you want… "
"You-you wouldn't mind? Really? You won't get mad if I put my hand on your titties? Tits. They're so nice and big. I've never touched any real ones, just these dumb bumps of mine."
"Silly. That's all I've got myself, just dumb bumps, only a little bigger. And maybe a little softer. But you can make your own test, go ahead, feel me up, it might be fun. Unless maybe you're the bashful one."
"N-no, not me, not bashful."
"Well then?"
"Uh… the dress… "
"Yeah, you're right. Get rid of it. I'd probably bust the seams anyway. Me and my big tits. Here. Now! Here!"
Alix gasped, shaken by the challenge in my voice. And in my pose, an invitation she couldn't deny, a kind of postured thrust of my bare bosom. Tentatively, her hand reached up and made contact, becoming less and less tentative as she cupped my breasts and fingered my nipples with apparent enjoyment. Another gasp escaped her lips, an expression of astonishment this time; then, breathlessly, "Oh, they feel so good! I could just do this forever."
That sounded fine to me. Forever. And then some! I felt all nice and tingly. My nipples were swelling, coming alive, vibrant under those frisky fingertips. I just hoped she wouldn't change her mind and quit. And then I found myself hoping she might want to spread out a bit, maybe even examine me all over and discover the other secrets of my naked and vulnerable body.
And so she did, as it turned out-a hesitant but obviously determined little explorer. Looking for secrets that had remained secret too long. Everything got quiet than, quiet enough to hear our hearts going pitty-pat. And something happened to us in that eerie silence, both of us together, a mute but definitely mutual understanding. It was like the lure of some terribly wicked intrigue, awesome but irresistible. We were coconspirators now, practically panting with excitement.
"Sue! I've just got to kiss you. Please?"
"So who's stopping you? I'm kissable."
"Kissable, oooh… "
I expected it on the lips, but she chickened out at the last minute and kissed my neck instead. Right under the chin. Her breath was wheezy-warm on my skin. And then on the eagerly awaiting flesh below. My knees went weak and I darn near swooned when her. caress slid down between my breasts and exploded in a flurry of kisses, a sampling, a nibbling of the nipples_,
"Hey, that's wild. I can feel it clear down to my toes. Do it, do it-don't you dare stop!"
"Nnngg. Not me. Forever… "
"Yeah, forever. If we last that long. Only I'm getting limp just standing here like this. Weak in the knees, you know?"
"Uh, you'd be comfortable on the bed."
"Sure. But what if somebody barges in on us, any chance of that? One of the servants maybe?"
“Not a chance. I'll lock the door though, just to ease your mind. Just to make sure, okay?"
"Okay, okay. Hurry!"
Alix scurried to obey, leaving me alone and untouched for the moment. Brief as it was, the pause created a void, a sudden letdown. In a daze, I reeled across the floor and fell on her bed, drained of strength somehow, unable to function. A vague confusion of desires clouded my mind, keeping me awash in the spume and spindrift.of an ocean of illicit pleasure. Kind of a messy business, really. And yet I anticipated seeing it through to the very end, squeezing the opportunity dry. Right and wrong didn't matter any more; why not relax and enjoy the ride?
"It's locked. Hey, you think maybe I ought to take my clothes off, too-every thing-just like you? Huh? Sue?"
"Why don't you? Long as we're so safe here."
She undressed hurriedly, practical rather than coy, simply getting the job done. As expected, her body showed titty-bumps for tits, not much bigger than a boy's. But she was attractive otherwise in an almost exotic way, with lustrous black eyes and a light olive skin. And her slim-hipped torso had an exciting appeal of its own, a young tomboy appeal.
I was affected. There had been talk that year of Alix leaving after junior high to go to some classy private school, and right then I realized how much I'd miss her. Funny I hadn't noticed how pretty she was. A real brunette type. It almost made me wish I'd been blonde in contrast, just from an artistic viewpoint. But my chestnut-brown hair seemed to please her. And so did my skin color, pale white with random hints of pink-or so I could only assume, as she joined me on the bed and lost no time picking up the severed threads. Her kisses returned to my breasts. Pretty soon she had me thrashing around on the furry-textured bedspread, arching, pushing them up at her, the nipples all sultry and swollen and soaked from the suction of her mouth.
"Kiss me, kiss my tits good." I gripped her head, crushing those much-needed lips to the aching peaks. "My nipples feel like they're about to split open."
“Umm… yes… good… "
Her tongue got busy, tormenting and then soothing alternately as the solace itself became torment in turn. It damn near drove me out of my gourd. I gathered her slender form closer, running my hands over her back, her flanks, her neatly curved ass. The buttocks quivered to my touch but remained firm and fully packed, each a solid handful. I gripped them tightly, my fingers instinctively digging into the resilient flesh.
It must have been effective. Alix uttered a choked sob, a sound of desperation. Then, moaning, "Oooh, you're something real special, all of you, every inch of you!"
"Every inch? Kiss me, show me."
Then it became my turn to moan as she twisted onto an entirely new tack, spreading her caresses wider, all over now, spewing a stream of wildly enravishing wet kisses up and down the length of my unprepared but not ungrateful body. I felt it in the pit of my belly, thrilling to this novel experience. My thighs and knees and calves tingled and twitched. Writhing almost unconsciously now, I opened myself up to the intimate invasion. Her breath was hot on my skin, panting. She maneuvered me onto my side, one leg bent and lifted another opening of sorts?-and I felt her kisses dampen my tremulous ass-cheeks.
A nudge sent me onto my back again, a source of sudden confusion-until I realized that she had rolled my buttocks right into her cupped palms. And now, somehow, it was Alix who seemed confused. Or hesitant, at least, hesitant to the point of immobility. As if she hadn't quite reconciled herself to the end purpose of all that maneuvering around. To me the position was perfect and the next step obvious, hardly any reason for this silent trancelike state, that transfixed stare of hers, the terrible suspense…
"Sue? I-I feel so funny."
"So what? You'd better not back out, you hear? I'm too young to die of a heart attack."
She giggled wanly and licked her lips. I squirmed, arching my middle up off the furry spread a pelvic thrust with an unmistakably concentrated demand. And with a small cry of capitulation, she quit staring and began kissing again. Sucking! Turning the rest of our all-important afternoon together Into a rose-garden rendezvous, dewy with the tears of lost childhood. Or was that Just the sex-dew of our newly discovered love?