[Note to readers: In order to avoid unnecessary repetition, all characters in this story who are involved in experiences of a sexual nature are at least 18 years old - PS]
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Sandy woke up to find a late summer morning sun pouring through her bedroom window. She glanced at the clock; almost 10, she could have another 15 minutes or so!
As she lay there, she felt so contented; in fact, she thought to herself with amusement, if she was a cat she would be purring! This analogy was quite appropriate, she decided with a smile, because it was her pussy, and the things Eric had been doing to and with it lately, and especially last night, that was the source of much of her feelings of bliss!
They had made love three times in the last week in Eric's bedroom, his house conveniently vacant of parents due to a business trip that Eric's mother was on, taking his father with her, so the two of them could tag a mini-holiday on to the end of it. Just prior to the trip, Eric had explained to his parents that his relationship with Sandy included sex, and that at 19 and 20, they could make appropriate decisions in this regards. Surprisingly, once Eric reassured his father that Sandy was on the pill, he seemed to accept the situation without further objection. His mother was another matter, worrying out loud that their neighbours would surely notice that Eric and Sandy were there alone, and able to turn the beautiful and elegantly decorated bungalow into a "passion pit". But Eric's father came to his defence, telling her that everyone, neighbours included, would just have to accept that Eric was growing up! And besides he added, Sandy was a lovely girl, and very intelligent, and Eric was lucky to have her as his girlfriend, and so on! This somewhat mollified his mother, although not completely. Later on Eric amused Sandy, as he recounted the story, by telling her that he suspected his mother was upset that her sweet, innocent baby was now "in the clutches of a shameless hussy".
As she climbed out of bed, Sandy looked with approval at the yellow sundress. She was going to put it on for only the second time this day, and was looking forward to see if produced the same effect as on its first wearing. The dress was a soft lemon yellow colour, with a floral pattern woven into the light material. A pair of slightly scalloped shoulder straps formed a "V" at the front that became the bodice. Traversing her shoulders, the straps plunged in an even deeper "V", making the dress backless, and more interestingly, requiring that the dress be worn braless. The material that bunched to form the waist ran in the opposite direction to the top. The skirt flared downwards with some soft folds that ended above the knee, and swung in a feminine and hypnotic way when Sandy moved.
Further examining the sundress from her bed with a smile, Sandy knew the colour perfectly suited her clear complexion with the very tiniest bit of olive in it, as well as her dark eyes and raven, shoulder length hair that she curled ever so slightly inwards at the ends. Best of all, she decided, it drew attention to her breasts, which were only nicely average. But when they were presented underneath the yellow fabric of the sundress, hinting at their naked condition, they caught male attention as if she was a showgirl!
Sandy opened her bedroom door, and, having observed that the bathroom was unoccupied, gathered up her makeup and hairbrush so she could take a shower and get ready for the day ahead. As she washed her body with a bar of soap, she paid particular attention to her femininity, even though touching herself there produced the familiar tingle of the beginning stages of arousal. These sensations reminded her of Eric, and last night, and the wild abandon of their coupling. Eric was a very good lover, Sandy had decided, even though she had nothing to really compare to, except the few sessions of inexpert groping that she and Jim, her first real boyfriend, had engaged in. Eric had confessed to her that once, nearly a year before he met Sandy, a very much older girl at a summer camp had decided to teach him how to touch a girl. Clearly, he had learned this lesson very well! He always started slowly, gently caressing her breasts until her nipples hardened, then he would lightly stroke her just at the top of the furrow where her sex began, until he sensed from her reactions that she was aroused enough for bolder contact. Gradually moving downwards, he would begin to play in the crevices enfolding her showy plump inner lips, occasionally allowed his fingers to dip slightly between their lushness; until she started to move her hips, in an attempt to force his wandering hands to reach their ultimate goal more quickly. Only then, in response to her panting demands, voiced as tiny strangled cries, would he finally allow himself to part the delicate folds, in order to reach the inner recesses of her sexuality, massaging her burning clitoris and exploring her soaking wet vagina; until she was so ready for actual sex that she was begging him to possess her.
But this last evening, having aroused her to this point, he had changed their lovemaking, and rather than proceeding to intercourse, he had moved his head down her nude body, gently kissing her breasts, nipples, stomach and thighs, before letting his lips land on her waiting pussy, displayed seductively for him between her widespread legs. She had blushed almost to her toes, as she reacted to this very close inspection of her female secrets; but once he began to use his tongue to molest her engorged clitoris, any embarrassment was lost in the maelstrom of delicious raging sensations he was creating inside her. As she stood there under the streaming water, she flushed, as she recalled how she had taken her hands and wantonly spread her pussy for him, so that the tormenting tongue could work its magic more easily, until she achieved the most intense orgasm of her entire life. When it was over, he positioned his body and entered her defenceless passage, almost roughly, with an erection that felt impossibly huge, pushing her legs upwards with his hands so he could go as deep as possible. As he ravaged her repeatedly, she began to respond to his rhythm by wrapping her legs around his hips, and moving her pelvis in time with his thrusts. When he finally climaxed, her own body responded with another intense orgasm, her vagina squeezing his essence from him with a series of rapid muscular contractions. As they lay together, spent, she became aware of the sheen of sweat that covered her body, even as she held him tightly in the warm afterglow of lovemaking.
This memory, and the feelings generated by her own exploring fingers, raised a yearning within Sandy that had to be satisfied. Almost overcome with a wave of lust, she took the handheld shower head, and directed the pulsing water to her quivering clitoris, which she exposed by parting her pussy lips with her other hand. It was only a matter of moments before she achieved the necessary release, slumping to the floor of the shower to recover. Temporarily sated, she washed her hair, and after rinsing it, turned off the shower. As she dried herself with a towel, she felt another tingle as the rough cloth touched her intimate parts. Another sensation of desire coursed through her, which she determinedly ignored, even as she reflected ruefully that her need for sex was totally out of control! The more she and Eric made love, the more she wanted to, and the better it got!
"I'm just as bad; or even worse, than that Susan", Sandy thought to herself with a grimace. Susan was a girl Sandy and her friends considered to be somewhat of a slut. She dressed very provocatively, with low cut and clingy tops, and often with skirts so short that it was impossible not to see her underwear underneath them when she was sitting in a classroom, or at a table in the cafeteria. And, even worse, she didn't seem to care, or maybe even enjoyed, how much of a show she was putting on. Plus, she made no attempt to disguise her interest in boys, whatever their shape, or size, or dating status!
One day she had incurred the wrath of Sherie, Sandy's best friend, by making eyes in a very obvious way at Sherie's then boyfriend during lunch break.
"Why didn't she just pull her panties down and open her legs for him!" Sherie said furiously, as they walked back to their lockers, her brilliant green eyes flashing with anger, "Because that's probably the only thing she's any good at!"
Sandy had to try very hard not to laugh as she listened to this jealous outburst. Sherie had gone out on many, many dates, but only two boys had kept her attention for any length of time. With her unbelievably glorious long flowing red hair, and almost perfect features, Sherie was a constant object of male attention, making most of the other girls very envious of her. But most prospective relationships were quickly terminated after a date or two. Sherie, Sandy knew, had little patience for boys who only wanted to parade her around like some sort of trophy, or those whose principal interest in her related to what was beneath her clothing.
Sherie and Sandy were very close, and had shared many feminine secrets over the last several years as they grew towards womanhood. Perhaps their friendship worked because Sandy wasn't uncomfortable with all of the male admiration directed towards Sherie. Sandy had for a long time been unable to believe that boys would be attracted to her, despite Sherie's constant reassurances that she was very beautiful. But after a few false starts with other boys, she had dated Jim seriously, and after that she met Eric, and very quickly surrendered her virginity to him one memorable evening.
That next morning she and Sherie had talked on the telephone.
"So?" Sherie asked mischievously, "Did anything happen?"
"We made love," Sandy whispered, "and it was wonderful!"
"Didn't it hurt you, even a little? My first time did."
"Yes, but he took a long time getting me ready; and I really, really wanted him, like nothing else ever in my life. And once we started ... you know ... I kinda forgot about the pain after a bit, and then ... at the end ... I ... well ... anyway it was pretty special."
"You mean you had an orgasm!" Sherie whispered back in an astonished tone.
"Yes."
"Wow ... that almost never happens to a girl the first time. He must be a magician; or maybe he's been with some girls before."
"No he hasn't!" Sandy had replied a little hotly at this suggestion, "I thought so too, so I asked him afterwards how he knew what to do. He told me an older girl once showed him how to touch her pussy in just the right way. And when he did things exactly the way she said to, and for how long, he couldn't believe how excited she got, even though they never ended up having sex. And I guess he did those same things to me, because after a while I just started to melt, and I completely lost control, I wanted him so much!"
"Lucky girl! Does he know you're on the pill?"
"No, he used a condom. It just didn't seem right to tell him about that yet; the Jim thing is kinda messy. So I'm going to wait a while and then tell him I've started, and that he doesn't need to use anything anymore."
"How about you and Christopher?" Sandy asked with a small giggle, "Did he manage to figure out that it would be OK to do something more than kissing with you?"
