Emily Puts On A Shamw

Sometimes, Emily will simply say “Watch me?” There’s the tiniest upward inflection at the end and it could be read as a command or a beg. All I do know is that what follows is exhilarating, exhausting and utterly engaging on every level. It’s mentally exhausting too because they way she does this seems to hook my mind into hers…it’s as if I am actually reading her thoughts and feelings. 

This is totally different from merely watching her rub one out…nice though that is…this is a conjoining of two into one on a cellular level. 

She leads me by the hand to our bedroom and settles me in the large armchair while she goes into our walk-in closet. She may be in there for a few seconds…minutes, or up to an hour. Today, it’s only about ten minutes. 

When she emerges, all she has on is a trainer bra and panties. My trainer bra, but not my panties. They are Dani’s. I don’t need to ask if they’re clean or dirty….obviously they’re dirty. The knowledge that Dani’s wetness is kissing Emily’s smooth sex makes me shudder with pleasure. Emily is beyond trainer bras, but the presence of mine on her tells me, as clear as day, that she is thinking ‘young’ today.

As usual, not a word is said as she walks almost lazily over to our bed and flops down on it. She looks…restless….a restlessness that resonates with me. How often did I come home from school feeling unsettled…antsy? And every single time, without fail, it was the precursor of masturbation. Sometimes, I had something, or someone in mind. Other times, I just felt like a cum. 

Emily strokes up her left side and cups her boob in her hand. She looks down in that way teenage girls do…just checking they’re still there! She even pulls the soft white cotton away and looks at her boob. There’s an innocence, yet at the same time and intense eroticism about that simple move. 

Her legs spread and I see the marks on the crotch of Dani’s panties. Emily runs her hand over the crotch and I swear I almost feel it myself. She takes a deeper breath. Will she talk to me this time? Sometimes she does…she leads me through what she’s thinking in exquisite detail. She exhales. Maybe not this time? She inhales again, and begins to speak.

“I had only just turned 13. God…it’s no age, is it? I’d noticed the changes, of course….well….you can’t miss them, can you? But this particular day, I’d been aware of my…wetness. I’d been this wet before but this time it seemed more important somehow. I think I’d made the connection that this is what my body would do to make me wet enough to take a penis up me….but I rebelled at the idea…..but then I realised….a penis….or another girls fingers! Yes, that was it….that’s what this lubrication was for…so another girl could slip two fingers inside me.”

She moves her hand inside her panties. “I knew my own smell….and taste. Musky….earthy….sweet…..and I’d begun to find other girls’ scents too….like you did….in the locker room.” She pulls her panties aside. ‘I was thinking of this girl…I had such a crush on her….I had imagined we were deep in the woods (now the woods I own) and we were daring one another to be ‘rude’. She had dared me to expose myself and so I pulled my panties aside just like this…..oh, Anna…even having her see me sent electric shocks through me! It was….incredible. When I dared her to do the same, I remember how wet she was…creamy, slippery-looking and I simply had to touch her….so I dared that we should touch one another. We did…only for a second or two, but as I turned away from her, I tasted my finger. “

She’s masturbating freely now. “Then she dared us to ‘fiddle’ as we called it, together. So we just got comfortable and masturbated looking at one another as you’re looking at me now.” I watch in silence as Emily gets herself going…really going. “I remember I kept having to hold off or I’d cum too quickly.” I can tell she was so close…”and oh, how much I’d have loved to have reached over and finished her off.”

She’s balanced right on the edge now….hanging on the absolute point of ecstasy. “I…..I used to….take her panties….on sleepovers…I’d take them from her hamper….and…use them…in her bathroom……..every time we had a sleepover we’d do some kind of ‘rude’ thing…..but never touching….never that. I’d smell her…..I’d lick….I’d….” It’s too much for her “Oh Charlotte…..”

Emily explodes in orgasm. Between my legs…..well, if I’d have peed myself I could not be more wet. I desperately wanted to cum, but this was between Emily and Charlotte. I let her come down….well..about half way and flew to the bed. I took her hand and placed it between my legs. “Emily…we haven’t done this before, but…I want you to…touch me…..finish me.” She kissed me and whispered “Oh Charlotte…I’ve wanted to for so long.” She explored me as one would a virgin…one finger, tentatively through my non-existent hymen….little butterfly kisses…..slipping a bra strap down to expose my minuscule titties. And me…playing it for all it’s worth…letting her get me right there before whispering. ‘oh…Emily! Stop! I…I feel like,I’m going to pee.” Her reassuring me that I wouldn’t and even if I did, who cares? I let her lead her Charlotte up to and over the brink of orgasm. And then I went down on her just as timidly as I did the very first time I licked a girl out. 

We cling together like two innocents whose innocence was, perhaps, not quite what it had been. 

There’s wild, raunchy sex, and there’s exploratory, ‘innocent’ sex….both are amazing.

Not long ago, Dani had been wearing an outfit that could well have passed for a school uniform. I knew by the look on her face that she was horny and in the mood for some role play. Without the need for words, I’d instantly adopted the role of teacher to her schoolgirl. I told her that her body was developing beautifully, and that there was nothing to worry about. I had cupped her boob, making her gasp. “See? Firm…well formed….beautiful. And here…(I slid my hand up under her skirt and down inside her panties)…is just as it should be, including this little bud….here!” And we had stood there, me masturbating her from behind while in her head, she was living out the fantasy. “Ohh..Miss….please…..stop….I’m going to….” Except on that occasion she had! Dani let herself pee as she came. I felt it absorbed by her panties, wetting my fingers, before running down her leg. 

So many girls, it seems, have that’ pee’ feeling when they cum for the first few times, but not that many explore it, and come to know that. It enhances an orgasm almost beyond description. Dani had spent a long time of her formative years stopping short of orgasm because she was scared she might wet herself. I just showed her the joy of doing exactly that. It’s not for everyone, I know, but for those who enjoy it…well….go for it. 

I have always adored being licked out by a girl. As a gender, we do worry about our scent and our taste, and having another girl down there…and expert, so-to-speak….is so erotic. A girl knows another girl on a level guys might, and I stress might, come to know in time. 

I spoke to a guy I know well who told me that he had…only once….allowed another boy to suck him to orgasm. He said, “I felt totally safe. Sticking your dick somewhere that has sharp teeth is a big thing, and even though it was another boy sucking me…I….I loved it. I came in his mouth and he swallowed me." Did he return the favour? “Yeah…yeah I did.” 

I think we all have things from our past…maybe that unattainable crush, the boy/girl we fancied like crazy but never even spoke to…or maybe that first girlfriend/boyfriend with whom you did a little…but not enough….or maybe that teenage secret….the brother who stole his sister’s panties for a few months and wanted over her…..or the sister who listened to her big brother fucking his girlfriend and masturbated along for the ride?

Sometimes these things surface from our memories. If we are in a healthy relationship, there should be no problem about thinking of those things.