-- Her epithet Was Lilly --

Her gens was Lilly. We were the like age, and ever since we hit puberty, I've been fascinated with her body. I never told her, of trend, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking girl in the mellow school day, and she drove me crazy. She boasted perfectly shaped bosom ; an unbelievable, light-brown tan ; attractive brownness eyes ; silky, brownness, shoulder-length hair's-breadth ; sparkly white teeth ; a shapely can ; and a perfect model-like soma. I considered myself lucky to be Quaker with her.

I don't mean value to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a cunning blond with a nice figure, who was proud of her moderate-size white meat. But Lilly fascinated me. Her skin was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me jealous, and at former clock time, salacious. I had always though myself to be a straight, but there was something about Lilly that made me squirm. And when I played with myself at night, I often thought of Lilly and imagined how beautiful her defenseless consistence would be.

My life-changing event started with a mere geometry labor. Our instructor had assigned Lilly and me as partner, much to our delight, to complete a geometry project for the end of the schooling class. We completed most of the project face-to-face, but on one item Saturday, I was visiting my grandmother along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to hash out our undertaking via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to verbalize or to gossip.

When visiting my grandma, I always had a room to myself. My laptop computer had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our project with Lilly. The give-and-take was convention ; after about an hour Lilly was called by her mom for dinner. Lilly told me she would be back, and we could wind up our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her monitor. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our figurer. For clarification, Lilly's desktop computer was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the CRT screen, but she left the webcam on to save the meter and dogfight of having to re-establish the link.

Twenty minutes later, however, Lilly sent me a schoolbook saying that she was going to the store with her mom and that we could eat up discussing the project in the daybreak. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would riposte and we would babble.

The sound recording was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to hear her riposte. She turned the twinkle on in her room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to total to the computer to utter to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few second looking at her earphone. I almost texted her to tell her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office chair, but since the chairperson was turned to its side, I had a clear view of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her tee shirt. My heart stopped ; I was in awe. She must've forgotten I was there. She didn't commemorate the webcam was on. I didn't know what to do. The ‘ admirer'part of me wanted to close the figurer and leave her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'part of me wanted to stay. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any woman, and she was gorgeous. Her belly was flat. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup bosom. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling feel between my pegleg, and a wet spot was growing in my panties. My eyes bugged out like two ping-pong balls. Her nipples were unclouded brownness, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen breasts were the most fascinating thing I had ever seen.

Lilly sat on her bed. She was in no precipitation. She was interested in herself. Lilly plucked, played, and caressed her mammilla and her white meat. She felt them like somebody in the grocery computer memory contract melons to determine ripeness. After five minutes of her boob play, my panties were soaked, and my pajama shorts were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my panty had a baseball-size wet blot in front of my cunt. I couldn't take much more of this, but Lilly was only getting started.

Still sitting on the bed, Lilly leant backward and pulled her jean off. She wore no step-in. There she sat, entirely nude statue, totally oblivious to me watching her over eighty miles away. Lilly grabbed a small, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her legs and examined her pussycat. It was a perfect cunt, clean shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an timeless existence, gazed at her pussy through the rumination in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of control. My heart could hardly postulate it. My panty were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual fervour in my biography. I quickly stood up and locked my door. I sat back in my chair, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my snatch.

Moments later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the purview of the camera. When she returned to the television camera's eyeshot, she held a garden pink rabbit vibrator. I was amazed. Having been to her house countless times I had never seen such vibrator. I'd also never used one before. She turned it on ; it almost seemed like it was too much for her to handle. She lay on her back, her promontory on a pillow, her knees in the air, and her right-hand inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my case was exasperated and fatigued from the overwhelming excitement, her face was calm and unrelenting. I matched my stroking with hers ; when Lilly sped up, I sped up. I was so wet I was worried that my parents or grandparents would see my sloshing sounds, but I didn't really care, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could start hearing her breathe deeply. Her hips started to move slowly. Her other hand moved and grabbed her bosom. I did the same. I inserted my will hand under my shirt and played with my mamilla.

Lilly's face was changing. Her eyes closed, her mouth hung slightly undecided. Her hand movement became faster ; she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her pussy. I rubbed myself faster, and I could feel myself about to cum. I felt the wafture of pleasure getting impregnable and stronger. As my right deal kept furiously rubbing, my left hand squeezed my right breast, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened full, I took one huge, inscrutable breath, and then lost ascendance. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a soft, but intense groan, and I made a small pool on the electric chair. I sat for a moment shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the flock I had made, but when I looked back up, Lilly was cumming. Her toes curled, her hips sank into the bed, her backtalk opened all-encompassing, her eyes closed as hard as they could, her kitty-cat made sexy squishing randomness, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her legs shook, and her hired man grabbed the blanket. She shook for about fifteen seconds before she regained ascendancy of herself. She turned the vibrator off and then lay exhausted on the bed and fell asleep.

I quickly turned off the populate provender, cleaned myself up, and went to dinner with my parents. I was unsure of what I had just done. Part of me was mortified, but the former was elated.

I said cipher about it. As far as I knew, Lilly had no idea I watched her. I was concerned, though. Lilly would have had to have seen that her webcam was still on when she returned to the computer. It would birth shown that I disconnected, but she would never know how long I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my masturbation fodder for the adjacent two workweek.

We hung out at school as normal, but it wasn't until two hebdomad later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's mansion to spend the night. We'd had regular sleep-overs, and this one was fairly normal from the beginning. But I wanted to see that dildo. I wanted to hold it. I had to wait until I was alone in her bedroom.

Lilly suggested that we go swimming in her puddle since it was a decent day. I didn't bring my washup suit, but Lilly offered to let me borrow some of her dry clothes, and that I could float in my dress. She had neighbors, so swimming clothed was a necessity.

I changed in Lilly's room after we swam. I was finally in the chamber alone, and I was anxious to cause a look at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened drawer after drawer looking for it and finally found it in her seat drawer under all her clothes. I grabbed it, picked it up, and examined it closely. It looked expensive. I turned it on, and it was very noisy. Just holding the shaft in my hand made me shiver.

I quickly put it back in the drawer, but after a moment took it back out. I had to try it. Just once. Just for a instant. I'd never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still nude person, I sat on the bound of her bed, turned the lapin onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet slit. It felt marvellous. I thought I was going to cum in less than one mo. I turned the intensity up and started moving it in and out of my pussy, which, at this full point, was very wet. The pleasure was intense and was growing stronger, but when I turned my heading to the right, Lilly was standing in the doorway.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the level and tried to cut across myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an intrigued look on her typeface. She walked toward me, picked up the coney, tuned it off and sat adjacent to me on the bed. I expected her to shut the door and go away, but she didn't.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have knocked. I though you were finished,"Lilly replied.

For a ground that I can not excuse, neither of us did anything but look in each early's heart. We didn't move ; we didn't speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an timelessness. What happened next was beyond my control ; my idea and its activeness were driven by teenage hormones.

Breaking the sticky silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her cushy lips against mine. My mind raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it happen. I didn't drag back or refuse. We kissed, and our tongues danced. I'd never felt such a esthesis before. She was lovesome ; her sass were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each former, continuing to kiss. Her bequeath arm wrapped around my backrest, and her correct hand reached for my titty. I wrapped my mitt around her head.

She briefly pulled away and stripped herself of her clothing, but resumed kissing me immediately. I rubbed her tit, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed alike 60 minutes of our lips together, we separated. We just stared into each other's heart. My emotions were deplumate. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was fine-looking in mortal. Her breasts were perfect, and her pussy was fluent and exotic. She asked me to be active my head to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my backrest, Lilly crawled to the freighter of the bed and played with my senses. She kissed my backtalk once again with tenderness, thence my neck, thence my articulatio humeri, thence my bosom, thence my belly, and thence my thigh. She rubbed her delicate hands over my boob, whose mammilla stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my tum. She rubbed my inner thighs and ran her fingers all the way down my slick ramification and up again. She was driving me loony. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and spread them wide open. She moved one, and only one, of her fingers just above my saturated, shaven pussy. She rubbed the region around my kitty-cat, and when she touched it, that's when the abyssal sensation of pleasure erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one finger's breadth in and around my pussy. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were incredible. Then, to my eyes, her caput disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my snatch that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt great ; every percentage of my body was tingling. She licked me like a cat licks its fur : up and down, up and down. She'd only just begun, and my body could hardly stand the joy. I began to motivate uncontrollably. I tried my best not to slosh her promontory between my knees.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My breaths were light and straightaway, but cryptic. Lilly began moving her natural language in and out of my pussycat, and that felt even better. My knees began to flitter. I clinched my heart as tightly as potential. I was breathing like I was about to win a Marathon. My hands grabbed the sheets and nearly ripped them from the bed. The pleasure was building in me. I began quietly moaning, every minute becoming slightly louder. Suddenly, I no longer had control.

"I'm gon na cum,"I whispered.

After hearing that, Lilly sped up. My toes curled, my legs shook violently, and I let out a loud squeal. I was cumming. From my head to my toes, my entire body felt nonplus, and it shook without restraint. From my pussy, a clear liquid blastoff forward directly onto Lilly's face, and a midst, white liquid oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for several second, without saying a word, enjoying that wondrous feeling after an climax, and trying to apprehend exactly what just happened. Lilly didn't say anything either. She gently rubbed my thigh.

I regained my breathing time and sat upward. I looked toward Lilly, whose face was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my kitty. There was a small stream of gooey cream flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like somebody had spilled a cup of water. Without a great deal time wasted, we quickly changed military position, and I returned the favor. I didn't give Lilly the suspense of rubbing her entire body. I went straight in ; I immediately started licking away.

It felt uncanny. It was smooth on my glossa and very wet. Her succus blend with my expectoration. I slid my spit in and out of her dripping pussy just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow sweet, and it was very warm. I could already tell that Lilly was getting close to an orgasm. With every cerebrovascular accident of my tongue, her succus multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my tongue to the end of a piddle spout. She was quickly approaching an orgasm ; I could feel her getting closer. Without much admonition, she moved her articulatio coxae violently. I could hardly proceed my mouth on her cunt because she was squirming so a good deal. She wrapped her hands around my head to support me in place. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my nerve. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my boldness on the plane. I moved beside her ; we lay side of meat by side of meat. Our puss exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a discussion for the better of ten minutes. The bed had wet spots, the room smelled of sex, and we were soil and gummy. After having regained our inwardness charge per unit, breathing spell, and minds, we spoke.

"That was fun,"Lilly exclaimed.

"Yeah,"I replied.

"I don't know what came over me, but I just started doing stuff…stuff I've never done before,"Lilly admitted.

"Me too,"I replied."There is one thing, though, Lilly : you'll have to show me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

That event changed my sprightliness, and certainly my view on life. From there, Lilly and I became even closer. We had many more ‘ fun'social function. I don't regret any bit of it. Nothing at all .