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She kissed my neck, brushing the hair out of the way and then sucking on my earlobes as her hand moved slowly towards my quivering, slippery pussy. I was still shaking, partly due to nerves and partly because of the mind-blowing orgasms I had just been given. She played with my clit for a little while, circling her fingers around it while she felt my ass cheeks with her other hand. Suddenly, she placed her hand flat against my back and pushed me forward onto my hands and knees. She ducked below my ass as I turned to look at her, and buried her mouth in the crack of my ass. I felt her tongue lapping over my anus as she parted the cheeks with her hands, stretching the rim open slightly. It felt like yet another sexual barrier was being obliterated by her filthy tongue, and as she licked my ass she inserted the vibrator back inside my pussy. She started to push it in and out rapidly, while her tongue prodded its way through my tight ring. Just as she was about to bury it inside my rectum, she stopped and pulled the vibrator out. With it covered in my juices, she moved the softly humming toy and held it over my ass hole, gently pressing it inside a little bit at a time. I let out a series of groans with each little push as it glided through my tight anus and began to vibrate inside my rectum. She pulled it out and back in again, fucking me with it as she stroked my clitoris.
I arched my back and looked up to the ceiling as the incredible feeling of pleasure flooded every vein in my body. My only experience with anal penetration was the occasional curious finger in the shower, and now I found myself growing to yet another climax with a toy wedged deep in my ass. My legs trembled as I quickly found myself at the precipice of my sexual liberation, and with one final deep breath I dived off the edge. I had thought my earlier orgasms were powerful, but this one was epic on a galactic scale. I felt like I was feeding sexual bliss to the entire planet, pouring out pleasure from every orifice as I collapsed onto the bed in a fit of mind-blowing ecstasy. I heard
Lina
giggling with delight as she witnessed what she had caused, spanking my ass lightly as I flailed atop the bed. She pulled the vibrator out and tossed it to the floor, and then lay beside me, gently rolling her fingers over my skin. She held me tenderly, and for the rest of the night we kissed and cuddled and played with each other some more. It was as if we had been together forever, and yet we had only met hours before. I came to realize that the allure of a woman’s flesh was far greater than any man could be in my mind. I was now a fully-fledged lesbian, and I couldn’t wait to go to bed with
Lina
again.
Summer Holiday
Emily Cantore
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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
My summers growing up were usually quite dull affairs. Although I lived a privileged lifestyle in the wealthy suburbs with my parents, there was rarely anything to do beyond watching TV or playing in the pool, which got old really fast.
Growing up
I had a small group of close friends, with whom I would regularly play dress-up in my room or one of theirs, or we would spend countless hours planning our weddings, specifying every detail down to the precise date. It was fun, but not nearly enough to stretch out the month and half we would spend out of school for the holidays. As I grew older, the problem simply worsened with even the appeal of such childish pursuits waning as I became interested in the allure of boys. With my long, shiny blonde hair and ample, but perky tits, I was pretty enough to attract my fair share of male attention and even indulged in a few drunken fumbles whenever I was able to slip out of my room in the middle of the night. My experiences in sex left me wanting, though, and I could never quite put my finger on precisely what it was that my sex life was missing. That was, however, until the summer before I left for college.
I had turned 18 just a month or so earlier and was busy reading up on some preparatory literature in my bedroom. I heard the rumble of vans pulling up outside the house, and walked into my parents’ bedroom to look of the window. I could see the vans and a bunch of guys in matching uniforms climbing out. I realized who they were immediately – the house next door had been empty for a while, and as a car pulled up and a family got out, it was obvious that they were to be our new neighbors. As I peered down at them through the net curtains, I could see two adults, a young boy in his early teens, and a girl who seemed to be roughly the same age as me. She was incredibly pretty, or at least she seemed to be as I glimpsed her briefly as she disappeared behind the branches of the large apple tree in our front garden. She had long, jet black hair and the top she was wearing made it look like she had perfectly round, juicy breasts. A slight feeling of jealousy ran through my veins as I watched her, immediately deciding she was my enemy, even though I knew I would be moving out come autumn. I watched them disappear into the house and thought no more of it, going back to my room to continue studying for the rest of the afternoon.
A few days later I was out in the back garden taking a well-earned break from my boring text-book. My parents were both at work, so I had the house entirely to myself, and I had taken the opportunity to sneak some of my dad’s vodka from his over-stocked drinks cabinet and mixed it with some ice-cold coke. The sun was beaming down on me as I lay in my green and purple flowery bikini, sprawled out on a sun lounger as I listened to the birds singing in the trees behind our house. The sky was a deep shade of blue and I basked in the warm glow as the sunlight washed over my quickly bronzing skin, camouflaging the freckles on my chest. I was enjoying myself so much that I went back inside to refill my drink twice, getting gradually tipsier as the afternoon wore on. I watched through my sunglasses as the sun slowly crept across the sky, and was debating whether or not to take a dip in the pool when I heard a voice calling over to me. I looked to my right and saw a face peering over the fence, waving and smiling cheerfully. I lowered my glasses and raised my head to look back.
“Hi!” came the voice again, and I realized it was the neighbor girl.
“Hi there!” I responded, hoping she would leave alone in peace.
“I’m Caitlin...” she said, and I knew she had no intention of letting me be.
“Emma,” I replied, nodding in her direction and smiling politely, but she continued.
“I was just going to come out and soak up some rays when I saw you from my bedroom window.” she said, pointing up at the back window of her house. It was obvious she wanted to join me by the pool and make friends, and being the Good Samaritan that I am, I invited her in.
“Would you like to join me?” I asked, hating myself more with each word that I spoke.
“Yeah, sure!” she chirped, and within seconds she had made her way to the adjoining gate and was walking through into our garden. As she appeared through the gap in the fence, I saw that she too was wearing a bikini, and was dismayed to see that she looked way hotter than me. It was a skimpy, navy blue two-piece that clung to her body and barely concealed her modesty. Her dark hair flowed down her back like velvety curtains obscuring her pale skin, and her breasts jiggled slightly with each dainty step that she took towards me. I stood up and held out my hand to shake hers, quickly realizing that I hadn’t made friends with anyone since I had started school, and had no idea what the correct procedure was. Instead of meeting my hand, she raised up both of hers and flung them around me, embracing my body closely with a welcoming hug. I was taken aback by her friendliness and by the softness of her white skin as I ran my fingers nervously over it. She pulled away and smiled at me, taking a second to look over my body. Her gaze seemed to pause on my breasts for a split second longer than felt strictly normal, so I decided to break the sudden tension.
“Would you like a drink?” I offered, starting towards the kitchen as she trailed behind me. I kept looking back at her and making small talk, and I’m sure a couple of times I caught her staring at my bum before averting her gaze with a cheeky grin. I led her inside and opened the fridge, waving at the contents as I listed the options available to her.
“Coke, lemonade, white wine...” I reeled off the list.
“I’ll have what you’re having, if that’s okay?” she asked, and I nodded, taking out the coke and grabbing some ice, a glass and the vodka, which I had recklessly left on the kitchen counter. I decided to pour myself another one while I was at it, feeling the exciting buzz of the alcohol running through my body.
“Thanks!” she said politely as I handed it to her, and then waved her out to the garden. We both took a seat on a sun lounger next to each other and sipped at our drinks. I watched intently as she placed her lips up to the glass, almost caressing the transparent surface as she took some of the drink in her mouth. A droplet of condensation rolled down the underside of the glass as she pulled her lips away, streaming around her thumb and dripping onto her left breast. She felt the chill as the small droplet splashed onto her skin, and wiped it away with the back of her fingers, causing her breast to wobble gently inside her bikini top. It was strange: although I was straight, and had been with a couple of boys in the past, there was something about her that started to turn me on slightly. I don’t know if it was her perfectly smooth, blemish-free pale skin, her toned body or her sweet perfume, but as I stared at the side of her jiggling breast, I felt my clitoris firming up a little. It felt so wrong watching her in that way, but that strangeness was also adding to the naughty appeal. The fact that it felt so wrong just made me want to do it all the more.
“So, what’s good to do around here?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.
“Not much...” I snorted, “Welcome to the suck!”
“Ah, I see...” she said, frowning with disappointment, “There must be something for a young girl to do in this town, surely?”
I shook my head and laughed.
“What about the guys? Do you have a boyfriend?” she asked inquisitively. It felt like she was secretly asking an entirely different question, but I answered anyway.
“There are some cute guys, but they really don’t know what they are doing.” I moaned, echoing my frustrations at never being given an orgasm from either of my past boyfriends.
“Hmm, so you’d prefer someone who know their way around...” she hinted, pointing vaguely towards my crotch and bouncing her eyebrows as a grin stretched across her mouth. I suddenly became quite shy, and tried to hide my embarrassment with another sip of my icy vodka and coke.
“You should get yourself a... um... you know...” she continued, waving her hand in a circular fashion as if trying to elicit the answer from my mouth. I wasn’t sure what she meant, though, and sat there with a bemused expression as she tutted and whispered, “A vibrator!”
“Oh!” I said, almost slapping my forehead as I realized what she was talking about. Again I was taken aback by her confidence, talking about sex toys as if it was a common topic of conversation.
“What am I talking about, I’m sure you’ve already got one...” she persisted. I shook my head innocently and curled my bottom lip down with a cute smile.
“Really?” she said, seemingly surprised that I didn’t have one, “You should; they’re amazing!”
“Do... do you have one?” I stuttered nervously, intrigued by her sexual assurance. She nodded as her eyes widened with giddy excitement.
“Yep!” she said, popping her lips playfully as she took another sip of her drink. She stared gleefully at me as I looked back at her in disbelief. I was shocked that a girl my age would have a sex toy. Maybe I was naive, but I always thought they were used by older ladies who were more sexually experienced. I had never even considered getting one myself.
“My ex-boyfriend got it me for my 18
th
birthday...” she laughed, “But it turned out it was way better than him, so I dumped him!”
