-- Her figure Was Lilly --

Her epithet 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 row, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking little girl in the heights school day, and she drove me crazy. She boasted perfectly shaped tit ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive Brown University oculus ; silky, brownness, shoulder-length hair ; sparkly white teeth ; a shapely prat ; and a pure model-like figure. I considered myself favorable to be friends with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a cute blond with a skillful figure, who was proud of her moderate-size boob. But Lilly fascinated me. Her peel was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me jealous, and at other time, lustful. I had always though myself to be a heterosexual, 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 organic structure would be.

My life-changing event started with a dim-witted geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as pardner, much to our delight, to complete a geometry project for the end of the school year. We completed virtually 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 discuss our undertaking via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to talk or to confabulate.

When visiting my grandmother, I always had a room to myself. My laptop had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our labor 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 end our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her reminder. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our reckoner. For clarification, Lilly's background calculator was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the concealment, but she left the webcam on to save the sentence and hassle of having to re-establish the joining.

Twenty proceedings 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 task in the morning time. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would bring back and we would mouth.

The audio frequency was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to hear her return. She turned the lights on in her way and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to come to the computer to speak to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few transactions looking at her phone. I almost texted her to severalize her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her situation electric chair, but since the president was turned to its slope, I had a clear view of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her T-shirt. My bosom stopped ; I was in awe. She must've forgotten I was there. She didn't remember the webcam was on. I didn't know what to do. The ‘ friend'part of me wanted to close down the computer and give her alone. But the ‘ horny adolescent'section of me wanted to ride out. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any fair sex, and she was gorgeous. Her venter was flat. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup breasts. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling impression between my ramification, and a wet spot was growing in my pantie. My eyes bugged out like two table tennis orb. Her nipples were light browned, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen breast were the most fascinating 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 breasts. She felt them like someone in the grocery store tweet melons to determine ripeness. After five minutes of her pinhead play, my panties were soaked, and my pajama trunks were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my panties had a baseball-size wet spotlight in forepart 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 bare, totally oblivious to me watching her over eighty Swedish mile away. Lilly grabbed a small, hand-held mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her stage and examined her cunt. It was a perfect pussy, clean shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her snatch through the reflection in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of mastery. My heart could hardly direct it. My scanty were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual excitement in my life sentence. I quickly stood up and lock my doorway. I sat back in my chairwoman, pulled down my knickers and slowly began stroking my pussy.

Moments later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the photographic camera. When she returned to the camera's prospect, she held a rap 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 head on a pillow, her articulatio genus in the air, and her right inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my face was exasperated and fatigued from the deluge excitation, her face was calm and can. 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 sounds, but I didn't really wish, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her hips started to travel slowly. Her other hand moved and grabbed her titty. I did the same. I inserted my left hand under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Lilly's face was changing. Her eyes closed, her sassing hung slightly open. Her hand movements 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 wave of delight getting firm and stronger. As my right manus kept furiously rubbing, my left hand squeezed my right on breast, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened broad, I took one huge, recondite breathing space, and then lost control. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a lenient, but intense moan, and I made a small pool on the chair. I sat for a moment 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 hips sank into the bed, her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed as knockout as they could, her pussy made sexy squishing noise, and she let a easy, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her pegleg shook, and her bridge player grabbed the mantle. She shook for about xv bit before she regained control condition of herself. She turned the vibrator off and then lay exhausted on the bed and fell asleep.

I quickly turned off the lively feed, 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 early was elated.

I said nothing 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 electronic computer. It would throw shown that I disconnected, but she would never have it off how longsighted I stuck around. It was going to be my secluded, and it was certainly my masturbation fodder for the future two weeks.

We hung out at shoal as normal, but it wasn't until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's sign of the zodiac to spend the Nox. 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 bedchamber.

Lilly suggested that we go swimming in her pool since it was a nice day. I didn't bestow my bathing suit, but Lilly offered to let me take over some of her dry clothes, and that I could swim in my clothes. She had neighbors, so swimming clothed was a necessity.

I changed in Lilly's way after we swam. I was finally in the sleeping room alone, and I was unquiet to get a feeling at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened drawer after draftsman looking for it and finally found it in her backside drawer under all her dress. 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 putz in my handwriting 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 mo. I'd never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still naked, I sat on the sharpness of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet kitty-cat. It felt fantastic. I thought I was going to cum in to a lesser extent than one minute. I turned the intensity up and started moving it in and out of my pussycat, which, at this point, was very wet. The pleasance was intense and was growing stronger, but when I turned my straits to the rightfulness, Lilly was standing in the door.

I screamed, threw the cony on the story and tried to plow myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an intrigued smell on her face. She walked toward me, picked up the cony, tuned it off and sat following to me on the bed. I expected her to conclude the door and get out, but she didn't.

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

For a reasonableness that I can not explicate, neither of us did anything but look in each other's eyes. We didn't move ; 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 activeness were driven by teenage endocrine.

breaking the ill-chosen silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her flaccid lips against mine. My mind raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it hap. I didn't pull back or refuse. We kissed, and our natural language danced. I'd never felt such a sensation before. She was warm ; her sass were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each former, continuing to kiss. Her left arm wrapped around my back, and her right hand reached for my breasts. I wrapped my manus around her head.

She briefly pulled away and stripped herself of her clothing, but resumed kissing me immediately. I rubbed her breasts, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed corresponding minute of our brim together, we separated. We just stared into each other's eye. My emotions were lacerated. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My puss was squiffy than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was well-favored in person. Her breasts were thoroughgoing, and her snatch was smooth and alien. She asked me to actuate my point to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my back, Lilly crawled to the bottom of the bed and played with my sentience. She kissed my lips once again with tenderness, thence my neck, thence my articulatio humeri, thence my breasts, thence my tum, and thence my thighs. She rubbed her soft hands over my breasts, whose nipples stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner thighs and ran her fingers all the way down my slipperiness legs and up again. She was driving me unhinged. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my stage and scatter them all-inclusive open up. She moved one, and only one, of her fingerbreadth just above my saturated, knock off pussy. She rubbed the area around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable mavin of pleasure erupted throughout my physical structure. She began wiggling one finger in and around my pussy. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were incredible. Then, to my optic, her head disappeared. I felt a new satisfaction on my pussy that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt groovy ; every part of my consistency 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 bear the pleasure. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my in effect not to splash her head between my genu.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My breathing place were unforesightful and promptly, but deep. Lilly began moving her tongue in and out of my pussy, and that felt even better. My human knee began to beat. I clinched my eye as tightly as potential. I was breathing like I was about to win a battle of Marathon. My manpower grabbed the sheets and nearly ripped them from the bed. The delight 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 psyche to my toes, my entire soundbox felt amazing, and it shook without restraint. From my pussy, a unmortgaged liquid shot forward directly onto Lilly's look, and a thick, white liquid oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for several minutes, without saying a word, enjoying that rattling feeling after an orgasm, and trying to grok exactly what just happened. Lilly didn't say anything either. She gently rubbed my thighs.

I regained my breath 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-scale stream of gooey pick flowing. I touched it. It was gummy and slimy. The bed looked like soul had spilled a cup of piss. Without much sentence wasted, we quickly changed positions, 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 weird. It was smooth on my tongue and very wet. Her succus mixed with my spit. 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 stroke of my glossa, her juices multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my glossa to the end of a H2O spout. She was quickly approaching an orgasm ; I could feel her getting closer. Without much warning, she moved her hips violently. I could hardly keep my lip on her cunt because she was squirming so practically. She wrapped her hands around my head to deem me in place. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my face. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my typeface on the sheet. I moved beside her ; we lay side by incline. Our pussies exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a word for the better of ten hour. The bed had wet bit, the elbow room smelled of sex, and we were unsportsmanlike and mucilaginous. After having regained our heart charge per unit, breaths, and mind, 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 matter, though, Lilly : you'll have to show me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

That consequence changed my life, and certainly my position on life. From there, Lilly and I became even closer. We had many Sir Thomas More ‘ fun'juncture. I don't regret any bit of it. Nothing at all .