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Little Lisa, Part One
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LITTLE LISA
Part One
Looking back on it, I still can't believe that it happened. I can't believe,
either, that I basically instigated the whole thing. If not for what
happened between Lisa and I.... Oh well, anyway, it *did* happen, and
I'm glad. All I can say is, I'll never forget the events of those two
weeks in September.
This all started one Friday afternoon, in early September. Lisa's
parents, who were good friends of my folks, had asked me if I could
pick Lisa up from her after-school gymnastics practice, bring her home,
and stay with her for a few hours. They were going out to dinner with
some friends of theirs. Lisa was almost old enough now that she didn't
need a baby-sitter, but I think her folks were just more comfortable
knowing that someone that they could trust would be with her.
I've known Lisa ever since I can remember, when she was just a baby
and I was a little girl of about seven. Our parents were close friends,
and Lisa and I became very close as well. We pretty much filled the
role of sisters for each other, since we didn't have any of our own. She
looked up to me, and confided all of her secrets to me. I, in turn,
watched over her protectively.
So I was glad to be able to do it. I hadn't seen Lisa for several months,
probably not all summer, and I was eager to catch up on how things
were going for her. I guess that I was a little worried about her,
actually. The last time that we had talked, Lisa had surprised me by
talking mostly about boys. She even had a boyfriend. I guess I
shouldn't have been concerned though. Lisa was very bright and
mature for her age. Plus, whether I got used to the fact or not, she was
entering her teen years. I had noticed that her adolescent body was
showing signs of growing up. Her slim hips had developed the slightest
hint of the smooth roundness of womanhood, and her little breasts were
beginning to protrude from her chest. Her nipples too, provided visible
evidence of her having reached puberty. It seemed like they were
always visible, poking against her shirt. That reminded me of myself at
that age. My wayward nipples were probably the main reason why my
mother had made me begin wearing a bra. It wasn't so much to hold
my breasts in place as it was to try to keep my nipples from driving
horny young boys ( and dirty old men, for that matter) crazy with lust.
All of these thoughts were going through my mind as I pulled the old
hunk of scrap metal that I called a car into the school parking lot and
parked it next to the curb by the gymnasium. I sat in the car, idly
watching the heat waves dancing over the black asphalt paving of the
parking lot, and waited for Lisa to come out from her practice.
Small groups of girls and boys were coming out of the school, on their
way home from sports practice, or whatever, but no Lisa. The sun was
beating down on the car, and it was stifling inside. I was scantily clad -
I was wearing only a crop-top tee shirt, with no bra, and cutoff shorts,
but nevertheless, little droplets of perspiration were beginning to form
on my forehead, and my legs were beginning to stick to the vinyl seats.
After about ten minutes had gone by, and there still was no sign of
Lisa, I decided to get out and take the convertible top down. There
wasn't much of a breeze, and taking the ragtop down on that old car
was a real pain in the ass, but I thought anything would be better than
roasting away in that little enclosed space.
As I struggled at getting the roof crammed into it's little compartment, I
kept noticing that the boys who were coming out of the school were
leering at me with young lust. I grinned to myself, and pretended not
to notice. I guess I was teasing the poor little things, what with their
raging hormones and all. My tee-shirt was sticking to my breasts, and
they were jiggling around as I struggled with the roof. I thought the
eyes of one young boy, in particular, were going to fall out of their
sockets as he walked along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the car
from me. I was bent over at the waist, and he slowed down noticeably,
straining to catch a glimpse down my shirt.
Finally, I finished stowing the roof, and got back in the car. All of that
attention was getting me horny, and I felt a familiar stirring in my
pussy. I tried to suppress my thoughts, however. I wasn't about to
seduce a twelve or thirteen year old boy, and masturbating in the
parking lot of a junior high school was pretty much out of the question.
I sighed, and continued waiting for Lisa.
At last, I spied her in a group of four girls leaving the school. They
were chatting merrily, but as soon as Lisa saw me, she waved goodbye
to her friends and walked over to the car. She smiled at me, but I
sensed that something was wrong. Usually, she was animated with
young enthusiasm. But today, she opened the car door very slowly,
and eased herself into the seat next to me with a low groan.
"What's the matter Leece?" I asked. "Aren't you feeling well?"
"Oh, it's that new gymnastics coach," she pouted. He's working us to
death, and I didn't stay in very good shape this summer. My legs and
back are all sore, and we've only had two practices."
She twisted her shoulders from side to side, trying to loosen her aching
muscles, as I pulled out of the parking lot into the street. "Last year
they let us use the whirlpool, but it's broken. I didn't even have a
chance to take a shower. That would've helped some."
"Gosh, I'm sorry kiddo," I said sympathetically. "This hot weather
probably isn't helping either." I paused. "Tell you what though.
Maybe when we get home, I could give you a massage. I'm not very
good at it, but it might help some."
She brightened noticeably. "Sounds great Jill. Mom does that for me
sometimes when I'm sore, and it helps a lot!"
"Great! It's a deal then."
We spent the remainder of the twenty-minute drive to her house
generally catching up on things. It seemed like things were going
pretty good for her - she liked all of her teachers and had made some
new friends. She chatted merrily away, enthused and bubbly, until I
asked about her boyfriend.
She got a sour look on her face. "You mean Tommy? He's not my
boyfriend anymore. At first he seemed nice, but then all he wanted to
do was play with my titties. I think he wanted to go all the way, too,
but I wouldn't let him. I mean, I kind of liked it, but I don't think I
should do that yet."
"Good girl." I was a bit shocked. Like I said, I had kind of come to
the realization that Lisa's sexuality was awakening. I know that her
parents had talked to her about sex, and I had even filled in some
details. But good grief! I think when I was twelve, I was worried
about different things than trying to figure out how to keep boys from
putting their hands in my pants. I peered at Lisa out of the corner of
my eye, and noticed that she was developing more and more all the
time. I could see that her young breasts were definitely swelling a bit
more than they were the last time I had seen her. She was wearing a
loose fitting blouse, and I think that she was wearing her gymnastics
leotard underneath, but nevertheless, I could clearly see her little titties
poking out. Her legs too, were becoming lovely. They were thin, like
a little girl's, but they had a certain muscularity that gave them an
attractive shapeliness.
"So what do you think, Jill?"
I came out of my trance with a start. I was so caught up in looking at
her that I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. Or my
driving. I returned my eyes to the road in front of me.
"I'm sorry Leece. What were you saying?" I gulped. My god, it was
almost like a sexual attraction. It wasn't the fact that I had those
feelings for a girl that was bothering me. Heck, I like looking at pretty
girls. I even like having sex with girls, maybe even more than with
guys. But Lisa was only twelve years old, for christsakes! What was I
*thinking*? I was aware once again of a tingling in my cunt. I tried to
tell myself that it was lingering horniness from the attention I was
getting from the boys back at the school.
"I was saying that we should play checkers after dinner. Remember
how we always used to do that?"
"Yeah - that sounds great." I tried to clear my mind. Kids could be so
hard to read, and Lisa was no different. One moment, Lisa was
reminding me that she was almost a teenager, with teenage thoughts.
The next, she was like her old self, talking about playing games.
We finally arrived at her house, with it's typical brick neatness and
manicured lawn of the suburbs, and I pulled into the driveway. After
Lisa and I got inside the front door, she dropped her bookbag to the
floor with a thump, and slowly bent down to take off her shoes,
groaning with the lingering soreness in her muscles. "Poor Leece," I
said sympathetically. "It looks like you're really hurting."
She nodded. "Maybe you could give me that massage now. I know we
should eat dinner first, but I don't know if I want to wait."
"Sure thing. Where should we do it?"
"Well, mom usually has me sit at the dining room table. Maybe we
could do it there."
I considered that, and was about to agree, but instead, I blurted out,
"How about on your bed?" The *bed*? Now why had I suggested
that? "I...I mean, you said that your legs were sore too. If you lie
down on your bed, I can massage them too." I scolded myself. 'Get a
hold of yourself, Jill.'
She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and said, "Sounds good.
My legs *are* really sore."
As I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom, I caught myself looking
her up and down. Her slim hips framed her young muscular buttocks,
flexing gracefully under her shorts, as she clambered up the steps. I
swallowed hard. 'Get a grip Jill,' I told myself again. 'You're just going
to give her a massage. It's okay to look at her - she *is* a pretty little
girl, but that's it!'
I was lagging behind, and as I entered her bedroom, a few moments
after she did, she had already taken off her blouse and was peeling off
her shorts. I gulped nervously. 'You're not making this easy for me
Leece,' I thought. Sure enough, she was wearing a white leotard
underneath, which contrasted with her tanned limbs. It almost
appeared to be a size too small for her. It didn't completely cover her
rear - the lower inch or so of her muscular buttocks were peeking out
enticingly, and the material was bunched up in the crack of her ass. I
watched, mesmerized, as she hooked her fingertips under the fabric
next to her rear and pulled it down over her, covering herself
completely.
She turned around to face me, and spread her arms, looking down at
herself. "Do you like my leotard? It's a new design that they're using
this year."
I nodded. "Really nice, Leece." I licked my lips nervously. My heart
was beginning to pound in my chest. "I...I wonder though, if...if you
should maybe take that off too. I...I mean, that way, I'll really be able
to get at your muscles. It's, um, hard to give a good massage through a
layer of clothes."
She shrugged. "Okay, Jill". I watched as she peeled off her outfit.
God, she was becoming a beautiful girl! I looked on with wonder as
her young breasts became exposed to my gaze. Sure enough, they
were definitely budding. They were cone-shaped, and pale from being
covered by a bikini top under the summer sun. The areolas were small,
but puffy. The pink nipples were standing up pertly. She pushed the
leotard down her legs, and stood erect, facing me. I gasped at the
realization that she wasn't wearing any panties. My gaze traveled down
her flat stomach, and lower. At first, I thought the area between her
legs was completely hairless, but then I noticed a fine golden down was
sprouting there. It formed a vee-shape that pointed down
toward...toward ... I felt my clitoris swelling....
Lisa didn't seem shy at all about being naked in front of me. But then
again, why should she? We were practically sisters. Nevertheless, I
felt that there was an awkward silence in the room. I shook my head.
'Stop it!' I scolded myself again, and I occupied my thoughts by pulling
the comforter off the bed. "Okay kiddo, hop on up. Lay down on your
tummy."
Lisa complied with my request, and climbed up on the bed. She lay
down, stretching her lithe, nubile body down on the cool sheets. In
spite of myself, I watched her bare buttocks flexing as she wriggled into
a comfortable position. Like her little breasts, they were pale, and a
sharply defined tan line divided them from her golden back.
I breathed deeply, and clambered up on the bed. I straddled her hips
with my knees, desperately fighting the urge to rub my crotch against
her bare ass, and began lightly kneading the muscles of her shoulders
and upper back.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "That feels really nice, Jill."
"I'm glad, honey." My voice was trembling slightly. "Just tell me what
feels good."
I continued massaging her upper back, sometimes lightly stroking her
skin, sometimes firmly pressing my hands against her, trying to work
out the kinks in her tight muscles. I carefully avoided moving my hands
down toward her sides. I was struggling with my inner thoughts. One
side of my brain told me to finish with the massage and go downstairs
to fix dinner. The other side of my brain, though, wanted desperately
to explore Lisa's young body.
Without thinking, I drifted my hands down to her sides, and stroked the
area between her armpits and her hips. Lisa sighed and wriggled under
my warm caresses. I was conscious once again of my crotch pressed
against her firm buttocks. I knew that my cunt was moistening.
I ran my hands back up to the small of her back, and began to firmly
knead the muscles there in small circular motions. I carefully avoided
letting my fingers stray any lower, and tried to keep my eyes off the
crack of her ass, the upper part of which was clearly visible down
between my thighs as I straddled her.
Lisa murmured with pleasure, her face buried in the pillow. "That's
great Jill. Sooo relaxing. Can you do my legs now?"
I gulped. "You bet, Leece."
I moved lower, and straddled her knees with mine. Her legs, which had
been drawn together as I massaged her back, now opened to form a
gentle vee, to give me access to her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her
rounded buttocks, smooth and firm. My gaze shifted lower. There,
clearly visible, was her smooth slit, completely hairless from this angle.
At her young age, her pussy was dominated by the outer lips. But I
noticed, too, that her inner pink pussy lips were protruding slightly. I
closed my eyes and sighed, and began to knead the backs of her thighs.
I continued for about ten minutes, alternating from leg to leg, working
her muscles with both hands. I concentrating on the back and outer
side of her thighs, trying desperately to keep my fingers from creeping
over to the inner part of her legs. Lisa was sighing deeply in response
to the pressure of my soft hands. Her body was responding, too,
almost imperceptibly. I noticed her buttocks flexing, ever so slightly,
and her legs were gradually spreading wider and wider. I could feel her
knees pressing against mine. To free her leg movements, I lifted my
right knee and brought it down again between her legs. In spite of
myself, I began to rub my crotch, ever so subtly, against her slim leg.
I was on a sensory overload, and Lisa's subtle movements weren't
helping. I tried to convince myself that her body's response to my
touch was strictly non-sexual, but I was beginning to lose my self-
discipline. I didn't know if I could go back. My thoughts were
consumed with the desire to stroke her ass.
"Say, Leece?" My voice was quavering.
"Hmmm?"
"How's about I massage your buttocks, too? I...I mean, those muscles
are all connected to the legs. If I massage them, that should really help
with your soreness."
There was a slight hesitation. Had I gone too far? "Okay." Was it my
imagination, or was her breathing becoming a wee bit irregular?
I scooted upward, and clenched her slim muscular thigh between mine.
I desperately wanted to take off my shorts and panties and relieve the
building tension. But how could I explain *that* to her? No, I'd better
go slow. I was slowly coming to the realization of where I wanted this
to lead. I felt a momentary twinge of guilt, but I was able to resolve it
in my mind. 'Lisa is becoming a young woman,' I told myself. 'If
something happens, so be it.' I *did* worry though, about her parents
returning. But they weren't due back for a couple of hours.
I gently placed my hands on her bare butt, and began sliding them back
and forth. Her rear was so soft! The skin was baby-smooth, but
almost immediately, I both saw and felt tiny goosebumps forming. And
did I imagine it, or did she lift her rear end up slightly off the bed to
meet my touch?
I kneaded her ass in a circular motion, one hand on each cheek. I could
occasionally catch a glimpse of her tiny puckered asshole, completely
hairless, peeking up at me.
I could feel my pussy throbbing. My inhibitions were evaporating, as
were all signs of subtlety. I ground my crotch into her thigh, sighing at
the pleasurable sensations. I ran the palm of my hand over the crack of
her ass, and watched as her muscular ass cheeks clenched and
unclenched to the sensations of my touch. I curled my middle finger
downward, placed the tip in the dark cleft, and began to run it lightly
up and down.
Lisa gasped lightly, and her ass rose in the air slightly, meeting my
probing finger. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were tightly
closed. Her breath escaped her open mouth in short sighs.
The position was a bit awkward for me. I reluctantly released my tight
hold on her thigh, and lay down next to her on my left side, my
shoulders even with her hips, and supported myself on my elbow. I
watched her pretty rear as I continued the explorations with my finger,
running it up and down the smooth skin between her pretty cheeks. I
moved the finger lower, and ran it lightly over her tiny asshole.
A short whimper escaped her lips, and she clenched her butt cheeks
together, trapping my finger against her dark hole. I wriggled it gently
around, though, and she relaxed, and bucked her rear higher in the rear.
Her movements were now clearly sexual, and she was inviting me to
continue my explorations. I continued to watch as my finger moved
lower still. I felt a warmth and moistness as my fingertip traveled over
the soft skin between her asshole and her slit. I shifted on the bed to
get a better view, and, Oh God! Her inner pussy lips were now
protruding, and were slick with her juices. I rubbed my finger in a
circular motion over them.
"Ohhh," Lisa sighed, and spread her legs wide apart.
I now knew that there could be no turning back. I withdrew my
probing finger, crawled up to Lisa, and placed my mouth to her ear.
"Leece, does this feel good?" I whispered. "Do you want me to go
on?"
"Uh-huh," she whimpered. "I want you to."
"Has anyone ever made you feel like this before?"
She shook her head. "I...I play with myself down there sometimes.
But it never feels like *this*." Her little voice was trembling.
I kissed her lightly on the cheek, and crawled back down to continue
exploring her luscious little body. This time, I knelt between her open
legs, placed my hands on her ass cheeks, and spread them open to my
admiring gaze. Her pink asshole, now clearly revealed, and stretched
open ever so slightly, was so pretty! I bent down and placed the tip of
my tongue lightly against it. I could taste, and smell, the salt and sweat
that lingered from her gymnastics workout.
Lisa gasped at the feel of my tongue on her most private parts. Her
cheeks flexed together, and she bucked her ass away from me slightly.
Damn. I scolded myself for moving too fast. I followed her
movements though, and probed with my tongue, a bit more insistently.
She sighed, and relaxed her muscles. Her ass opened up to me again,
and I wriggled my tongue against her tiny dark hole.
"Oh, Jill," she moaned breathlessly. "I like that!" She supported
herself slightly on her elbows and scooted her butt higher in the air. I
began lapping up and down, beginning at her pussy lips, now swollen
and wet with her juices, then running it upward over her asshole. She
writhed sensuously. Her response to my tongue was so erotic! I
reached my hand down and pressed my fingertip against her tiny,
hairless clitoris.
Lisa bucked against me and emitted a deep, sensual moan I moved my
tongue lower, slurping up the hot, sweet juices that coated her slit, and
touched the tip against her little pink button. "Uhhh," she gasped with
delight.
I circled her clit with my tongue as she writhed against me. I moved
my hand up higher, placed my middle finger against her little asshole
and my index finger against her hairless slit, and pushed against her. To
my delight, the fingers slid in easily at first, up to the first knuckle. But
Lisa, surprised at this new sensation, withdrew, and the fingers slipped
out. I continued my licking though, and she squirmed back against me.
I reinserted the fingers, and this time, she opened her warm holes up to
me. I pushed deeper, and managed to get my middle finger buried in
her ass up to the second knuckle, and my index finger almost all the
way in her hot pussy. God, she was so tight! I delighted in the liquid
warmth of her vagina. She was lusty with twelve years of pent up
desire.
She began to rock back and forth, pressing her hot cunt against my
face, as my fingers slid in and out of her hot little holes. I bent my head
down, and peeked up past her tummy. Her little tits were too small to
sway in rhythm to her movements, but her nipples were erect and
swollen with lust. She was sweating profusely, and her blond hair hung
down over her flushed face. Her breathing was harsh and ragged, and
she was making little "uh, uh, uh" sounds, as she gave herself to her
desire.
Her pretty pussy was oozing with juices, and my chin was soaked. Her
pussy tasted so sweet!
Soon, I knew that the time had come. I took her pulsating clit between
my lips and sucked gently, while my tongue licked it rapidly.
"UUNNNHH!" she cried, and she humped against me furiously, as her
orgasm washed over her in waves. The bedsprings squeaked loudly in
sync to her urgent bucking, as she squealed with delight at the
sensations of her first orgasm. I pressed my tongue more firmly against
her swollen clit, and pushed my fingers into her tight holes as deeply as
they would go. Her pelvic muscles grasped my fingers as spasm after
spasm coursed through her quivering body. "OHHH, JILLL!" she
cried again, this time muffled, as her face was buried deeply in the bed
sheets.
Soon, her rocking motions eased, and she lowered her tense body back
down onto the bed. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as the
lingering sensations of her climax gradually left her.
I crawled up to her, and gently moved the strands of her hair, dark with
sweat, from her cheeks and brow. I kissed her lightly on the forehead,
and stroked her flushed cheeks.
She opened her eyes, and looked up at me. "That felt sooo good," she
sighed.
"I'm glad, Leece. I really liked making you feel good. Had you ever
cum before?"
"Is that what that is? Cumming? I've heard my girlfriends talk about
that, but I was never sure what they meant." She smiled contentedly.
"Now I know."
We laid there next to each other for awhile. She was silent, and her
breathing was returning to normal. I was beginning to wonder what
her thoughts were, now that the lust and passion was wearing off. Did
she think that what we had done was wrong? I was about to say
something, when she smiled and said, "I'd like you to feel like that too.
Can I do what you did to me? Can I make you cum?"
I smiled back at her. I had nearly forgotten, with the joy of giving Lisa
her first orgasm, my own urgently throbbing pussy. I needed to get off
so bad. "Please, Leece. I would really like that!"
I tore off my tee shirt, and slid my cutoffs and panties down my legs in
one smooth motion. I was quivering in anticipation, and I got on my
back with my legs splayed open, eager for Lisa to pleasure me.
But she just looked at me with a quizzical look on her face. "No," she
said. "I want to do exactly what you did. With you on your stomach."
I giggled in spite of my horniness. I desperately needed to come, and
wanted immediate relief. I was way beyond foreplay. But the thought
of Lisa probing my ass with her soft little tongue was irresistible. I
flipped over on to my stomach, and hunched my butt into the air.
I felt her crawl between my legs, and she rubbed my butt cheeks with
her little hands. But only for a moment. Soon I felt her warm tongue
probing against my ass cheeks, over, but not quite touching, my
asshole. I gasped at the sensations, and I was delighted with her
willingness to lick me there. I reached my hands back and pulled my
cheeks apart as wide as I could, to give her complete freedom to
explore.
Immediately, I felt her tongue fluttering against my asshole, light and
smooth as a feather.
"Ohhh, Leece," I moaned. "That's it. That's so nice."
Her tongue lapped against my dark puckered hole. I would have liked
to have felt her tongue go inside, but I couldn't bear the wait anymore.
"I need you to lick my pussy, Lisa. I need to cum really bad."
She obeyed. I felt her tongue sliding down, over my pussy lips. I
groaned into the sheets.
Then she paused. "You're really all...all wet down here."
"That's what happens when you get horny, honey. You were all wet
too."
She wasn't shy about licking the juices from my pussy lips. The feeling
was indescribable, and my clit throbbed with tension. I gasped. "Lick
lower, Leece. And put your finger in me."
She found my clitoris with her tongue after I whispered directions to
her. "OHHH God, Lisa! That's it. Don't stop!" My body tensed,
stomach muscles tightening and thighs quivering, as she licked my
throbbing button with long, wet strokes. I thrust my butt higher in the
air. "Put your finger in my ass!"
She hesitated. "I dunno..."
"PLEASE Lisa," I whimpered. "I need you to do that for me honey!"
She screwed up her courage, and I soon felt her fingertip pressing
against my butthole. She probed for a while, but soon, I felt it's entire
length sliding deep into my ass.
That's all it took. "OHHHH, GODDDD, Lisa! LICK ME HARD!" I
humped frantically against her face as my orgasm rushed through my
body. I rocked back and forth, reveling in the sensation of her finger
sliding in out of my asshole as she lapped my pussy. "AAAAHHHH," I
cried, as my body shuddered in ecstasy. I screamed into the pillow, my
body convulsing, out of control...
"JILL! I think that you had better leave! NOW!"
FUCK! That was a *Man's* voice! I pulled away from Lisa and rolled
over in one swift motion, and looked up in horror. There, in the
bedroom doorway, were Lisa's parents.
End Part One
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