-- Her Name Was Lilly --

Her gens was Lilly. We were the same age, and ever since we hit puberty, I've been fascinated with her body. I never told her, of course, at to the lowest degree not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking little girl in the high school, and she drove me loony. She boasted perfectly molded chest ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown center ; silky, brown, shoulder-length hair ; glittering E. B. White teeth ; a shapely butt ; and a perfective model-like figure. I considered myself lucky to be Quaker with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a cute blond with a nice flesh, who was proud of her medium-sized breasts. But Lilly fascinated me. Her skin 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 defenseless body would be.

My life-changing event started with a simpleton geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as partners, much to our delight, to dispatch a geometry project for the end of the schooling class. We completed about of the project face-to-face, but on one particular Sabbatum, I was visiting my grandmother along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to discuss our project via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to verbalise or to gossip.

When visiting my grandmother, I always had a way to myself. My laptop had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our project with Lilly. The discussion was normal ; after about an hour Lilly was called by her mom for dinner. Lilly told me she would be back, and we could terminate our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her admonisher. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our figurer. For clearing, Lilly's screen background data processor was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the screen, but she left the webcam on to save the meter and hassle of having to re-establish the connection.

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

The audio frequency was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was capable to take heed her tax return. She turned the ignitor 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 minutes looking at her headphone. 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 staff chairwoman, but since the chairperson was turned to its face, I had a clear scene of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her tee shirt. My tenderness 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 up the computer and leave her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'character of me wanted to ride out. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any cleaning lady, and she was gorgeous. Her belly was categoric. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup breasts. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling belief between my legs, and a wet spot was growing in my scanty. My eyes bugged out like two table tennis glob. Her tit were light brownness, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen chest 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 teat and her breasts. She felt them like somebody in the market storage credit crunch melons to determine ripeness. After five minutes of her boob gambling, my pantie were soaked, and my pj's short were starting to get wet. I pulled my short pants forward, and my panties had a baseball-size wet dapple in front of my snatch. I couldn't take much more than of this, but Lilly was only getting started.

Still sitting on the bed, Lilly leant backward and pulled her jeans off. She wore no panty. There she sat, entirely nude, totally oblivious to me watching her over eighty mile away. Lilly grabbed a low, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her legs and examined her pussy. It was a stark slit, neat shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an timeless existence, gazed at her pussy through the reflection in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of ascendancy. My heart could hardly charter it. My scanty were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual excitement in my spirit. I quickly stood up and locked my door. I sat back in my president, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my cunt.

consequence later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the camera. When she returned to the camera's view, she held a pink hare vibrator. I was amazed. Having been to her firm countless prison term I had never seen such vibrator. I'd also never used one before. She turned it on ; it almost seemed like it was too often for her to handle. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her human knee in the air, and her correct inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my face was exasperated and fatigued from the overpower upheaval, her face was calm and stern. 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 care, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could set about hearing her breathe deeply. Her hips started to move slowly. Her former hired man moved and grabbed her breasts. I did the same. I inserted my left field hand under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Lilly's face was changing. Her eyes closed, her mouth hung slightly open. Her hired hand movements became faster ; she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her cunt. I rubbed myself faster, and I could feel myself about to cum. I felt the wafture of pleasure getting potent and potent. As my mighty hired man kept furiously rubbing, my pass on hand squeezed my right breast, my toes tingled and curled, my sass opened wide, I took one immense, cryptical breathing spell, and then lost control. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a soft, but intense moan, and I made a minuscule pool on the chairwoman. 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 rima oris opened across-the-board, her eyes closed as hard as they could, her kitty-cat made aphrodisiac squishing racket, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her stage shook, and her bridge player grabbed the blanket. She shook for about fifteen moment 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 feed, cleaned myself up, and went to dinner with my parents. I was unsure of what I had just done. portion of me was mortified, but the former was elated.

I said nothing about it. As far as I knew, Lilly had no theme I watched her. I was concerned, though. Lilly would have had to feature 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 long I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my onanism fodder for the next two hebdomad.

We hung out at school as rule, 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 regular sleep-overs, and this one was fairly rule from the source. But I wanted to see that dildo. I wanted to hold up it. I had to wait until I was alone in her bedroom.

Lilly suggested that we go swimming in her pool since it was a nice day. I didn't bring my washup suit, but Lilly offered to let me take up 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 sleeping accommodation alone, and I was anxious to have a facial expression at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened drawer after drawer looking for it and finally found it in her bottom drawer under all her wearing apparel. 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 tool in my hand made me shiver.

I quickly put it back in the draftsman, but after a present 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 nude, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low bombilation, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussy. It felt grotesque. I thought I was going to cum in less than one minute. I turned the intensity up and started moving it in and out of my snatch, which, at this point, was very wet. The delight was intense and was growing stronger, but when I turned my school principal to the right, Lilly was standing in the door.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the floor and tried to cover myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an scheme feeling on her look. She walked toward me, picked up the hare, tuned it off and sat next to me on the bed. I expected her to come together the room access and leave, but she didn't.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have got 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 optic. 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 ascendence ; my mind and its actions were driven by teenage hormones.

Breaking the cumbersome silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her diffuse lips against mine. My judgment raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it bump. I didn't pull back or refuse. We kissed, and our lingua danced. I'd never felt such a sensation before. She was warm ; her sassing were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each other, continuing to buss. Her left field arm wrapped around my back, and her decent helping hand reached for my boob. I wrapped my hands around her head.

She briefly pulled away and stripped herself of her wearable, but resumed kissing me immediately. I rubbed her breast, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed like hours of our backtalk together, we separated. We just stared into each other's middle. My emotions were pluck. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was well-favored in individual. Her breasts were stark, and her pussy was bland and alien. She asked me to move my head to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my rachis, Lilly crawled to the butt of the bed and played with my grass. She kissed my mouth once again with tenderness, thence my neck opening, thence my berm, thence my tit, thence my stomach, and thence my second joint. She rubbed her diffuse custody over my chest, whose mammilla stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner second joint and ran her fingers all the way down my slick legs and up again. She was driving me crazy. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and spread them across-the-board candid. She moved one, and only one, of her fingers just above my saturated, shaven twat. She rubbed the domain around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the abysmal champion of pleasure erupted throughout my torso. She began wiggling one digit in and around my pussycat. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were unbelievable. Then, to my center, her heading disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my twat that I had never felt before -- a clapper. It felt great ; every part of my eubstance was tingling. She licked me like a cat licks its fur : up and down, up and down. She'd only just begun, and my dead body could hardly stand the pleasance. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my best not to squish her head between my human knee.

My pump raced as fast as a Corvette. My breaths were short and spry, but deep. Lilly began moving her clapper in and out of my pussy, and that felt even better. My stifle began to quiver. I clinched my eyes as tightly as potential. 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 flash squeal. I was cumming. From my straits to my toes, my entire body felt puzzle, and it shook without control. From my pussy, a clear liquid snapshot forward directly onto Lilly's human face, and a midst, Caucasian liquid oozed downward toward the bed flat solid. I lay for respective minutes, without saying a Word of God, enjoying that fantastic feeling after an sexual climax, and trying to grasp exactly what just happened. Lilly didn't say anything either. She gently rubbed my second joint.

I regained my breath and sat upward. I looked toward Lilly, whose typeface was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my pussy. There was a humble stream of gooey emollient flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like mortal had spilled a cup of water. Without often meter 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 weird. It was smooth on my spit and very wet. Her juices mixed with my spit. I slid my tongue in and out of her dripping pussycat just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow angelical, and it was very warm up. I could already tell apart that Lilly was getting close to an climax. With every stroke of my tongue, her juices multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my tongue to the end of a pee spout. She was quickly approaching an orgasm ; I could feel her getting finisher. Without much admonition, she moved her hips violently. I could hardly keep open my back talk on her pussy because she was squirming so much. She wrapped her hands around my pass to hold me in lieu. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my face. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my face on the plane. I moved beside her ; we lay incline by incline. Our pussy exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a word of honor for the bettor of ten minutes. The bed had wet touch, the elbow room smelled of sex, and we were foul and sticky. After having regained our heart rates, breathing space, 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 matter, though, Lilly : you'll have to show me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

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