-- Her Name Was Lilly --

Her name was Lilly. We were the Lapplander age, and ever since we hit puberty, I've been fascinated with her physical structure. I never told her, of course, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking girl in the high school, and she drove me weirdo. She boasted perfectly shaped breasts ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown eyes ; silky, brown, shoulder-length fuzz ; bubbling white-hot teeth ; a shapely butt ; and a perfect model-like digit. I considered myself favorable to be Friend with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a precious blonde with a nice figure, who was proud of her medium-sized breasts. But Lilly fascinated me. Her cutis was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me jealous, and at other times, lustful. I had always though myself to be a heterosexual, but there was something about Lilly that made me wriggle. And when I played with myself at night, I often thought of Lilly and imagined how beautiful her raw physical structure would be.

My life-changing event started with a bare geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as partners, much to our delight, to discharge a geometry task for the end of the schoolhouse year. We completed to the highest degree of the project face-to-face, but on one particular proposition Saturday, I was visiting my granny along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to hash out our labor via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to talk or to confabulate.

When visiting my nan, I always had a elbow room to myself. My laptop had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our task with Lilly. The discussion was convention ; after about an 60 minutes Lilly was called by her mom for dinner party. Lilly told me she would be back, and we could finish our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her monitor lizard. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our computing machine. For elucidation, Lilly's desktop electronic computer was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the screen, but she left the webcam on to save the time and fuss of having to re-establish the connection.

twenty minutes later, however, Lilly sent me a text saying that she was going to the store with her mom and that we could finish discussing the project in the morning. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would refund and we would talk.

The audio was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to listen her yield. She turned the brightness level on in her way and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to add up to the computer to speak to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few minutes looking at her earphone. I almost texted her to state her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office death chair, but since the chair was turned to its English, I had a clear eyeshot of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her tee shirt. My middle stopped ; I was in awe. She must've forgotten I was there. She didn't recollect the webcam was on. I didn't know what to do. The ‘ friend'part of me wanted to close the electronic computer and go forth her alone. But the ‘ horny adolescent'part of me wanted to last out. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any woman, and she was gorgeous. Her stomach was unconditional. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup tit. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling tone between my ramification, and a wet slur was growing in my pantie. My eyes bugged out like two ping-pong egg. Her nipples were light up brown, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen knocker were the most becharm thing I had ever seen.

Lilly sat on her bed. She was in no hastiness. She was interested in herself. Lilly plucked, played, and caressed her nipples and her white meat. She felt them like someone in the grocery fund squeezes melons to check ripeness. After five minutes of her knocker bid, my panties were soaked, and my pajama shorts were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my panties had a baseball-size wet touch in front of my pussy. 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 jeans off. She wore no panties. There she sat, entirely nude, totally forgetful to me watching her over LXXX miles away. Lilly grabbed a small, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her branch and examined her snatch. It was a perfect pussy, white shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her pussy through the reflection in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of ascendence. My heart could hardly take it. My panty were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual fervor in my life-time. I quickly stood up and locked my room access. I sat back in my chair, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my pussy.

Moments later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the camera. When she returned to the camera's persuasion, she held a 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 plow. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her knees in the air, and her right inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my face was exasperated and fatigued from the overwhelming fervor, her face was calm and backside. 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 hear my sloshing auditory sensation, but I didn't really like, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her hips started to be active slowly. Her other manus moved and grabbed her breasts. I did the Sami. I inserted my forget bridge player under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Lilly's nerve was changing. Her heart closed, her oral cavity hung slightly open. Her hand social movement became faster ; she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her pussy. I rubbed myself faster, and I could experience myself about to cum. I felt the waving of delight getting stronger and stronger. As my right hired hand kept furiously rubbing, my left helping hand squeezed my veracious breast, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened wide, I took one Brobdingnagian, deep breather, and then lost ascendence. My physical structure began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a diffused, but intense moan, and I made a small puddle on the chairperson. I sat for a second shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the mess I had made, but when I looked back up, Lilly was cumming. Her toes curled, her pelvic girdle sank into the bed, her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed as hard as they could, her pussy made sexy squishing noises, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her leg shook, and her hand grabbed the blanket. She shook for about fifteen irregular before she regained control of herself. She turned the vibrator off and then lay exhausted on the bed and fell asleep.

I quickly turned off the live 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 other was elated.

I said goose egg 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 have shown that I disconnected, but she would never know how yearn I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my masturbation fodder for the next two week.

We hung out at school as normal, but it wasn't until two hebdomad later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's firm to spend the nighttime. We'd had veritable sleep-overs, and this one was fairly normal from the outset. 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 consortium since it was a overnice day. I didn't bring my washup wooing, but Lilly offered to let me adopt some of her dry wearing apparel, and that I could swim 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 bedroom alone, and I was anxious to have a face at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened drawer after draftsman looking for it and finally found it in her bottom 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 shudder.

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 moment. I'd never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still nude, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the hare onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet kitty-cat. It felt fantastic. I thought I was going to cum in less than one hour. I turned the strength up and started moving it in and out of my twat, which, at this detail, was very wet. The joy was intense and was growing stronger, but when I turned my head to the right, Lilly was standing in the doorway.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the trading floor and tried to breed myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an fascinate facial expression on her face. She walked toward me, picked up the rabbit, tuned it off and sat next to me on the bed. I expected her to close the door and leave, but she didn't.

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

For a reason that I can not explain, neither of us did anything but look in each other's center. We didn't relocation ; we didn't speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. What happened next was beyond my control ; my mind and its action mechanism were driven by teenage hormones.

Breaking the awkward silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her diffused brim against mine. My judgment raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it encounter. I didn't pull back or food waste. We kissed, and our lingua danced. I'd never felt such a star before. She was strong ; her lips were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each other, continuing to kiss. Her left arm wrapped around my vertebral column, and her right bridge player reached for my breasts. I wrapped my men around her head.

She briefly pulled away and stripped herself of her wear, but resumed kissing me immediately. I rubbed her breasts, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed like minute of our lips together, we separated. We just stared into each former's oculus. My emotions were shoot down. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was squiffy than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was good-looking in person. Her bosom were perfect, and her kitty-cat was smooth and exotic. She asked me to propel my head to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my spinal column, Lilly crawled to the tail end of the bed and played with my skunk. She kissed my mouth once again with tenderness, thence my neck, thence my shoulder joint, thence my breasts, thence my belly, and thence my thighs. She rubbed her mild hands over my tit, whose nipples stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner thigh and ran her fingers all the way down my slick wooden leg and up again. She was driving me crazy. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my peg and diffuse them panoptic open. She moved one, and only one, of her finger's breadth just above my saturated, shaven pussy. She rubbed the arena around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable aesthesis of pleasure erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one finger in and around my slit. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were unbelievable. Then, to my eye, her head disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my pussy that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt great ; every theatrical role 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 pleasure. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my better not to squish her head between my knee.

My pith raced as fast as a Corvette. My breathing spell were light and quick, but deep. Lilly began moving her tongue in and out of my cunt, and that felt even better. My knees began to quiver. I clinched my eyes as tightly as possible. I was breathing like I was about to win a battle of Marathon. My hands grabbed the sheets and nearly ripped them from the bed. The pleasure was building in me. I began quietly moaning, every second 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 gimcrack squeal. I was cumming. From my straits to my toes, my intact body felt astonishing, and it shook without simplicity. From my pussy, a decipherable liquid guess forward directly onto Lilly's expression, and a thick, Elwyn Brooks White liquidness oozed downward toward the bed plane. I lay for several instant, without saying a Son, enjoying that wonderful touch after an orgasm, and trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. Lilly didn't say anything either. She gently rubbed my thigh.

I regained my breath and sat upward. I looked toward Lilly, whose cheek was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my puss. There was a small watercourse of gooey emollient flowing. I touched it. It was pasty and slimy. The bed looked like mortal had spilled a cup of weewee. Without much time wasted, we quickly changed billet, and I returned the favor. I didn't give way Lilly the suspense of rubbing her entire consistency. I went straight in ; I immediately started licking away.

It felt unearthly. It was smooth on my tongue and very wet. Her juices sundry with my spit. I slid my glossa in and out of her dripping pussy just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow sweet, and it was very quick. I could already tell that Lilly was getting close to an climax. With every separatrix of my glossa, her juices multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my tongue to the end of a water spout. She was quickly approaching an orgasm ; I could experience her getting closer. Without much warning, she moved her hip violently. I could hardly keep my oral cavity on her pussy because she was squirming so often. She wrapped her hands around my forefront to maintain me in post. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my face. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my case on the sheet. I moved beside her ; we lay incline by side of meat. Our pussies exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a tidings for the better of ten minutes. The bed had wet fleck, the way smelled of sex, and we were muddied and glutinous. After having regained our heart rates, hint, 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 affair, though, Lilly : you'll have to express me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

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