-- Her Name Was Lilly --

Her name was Lilly. We were the same age, and ever since we hit puberty, I've been fascinated with her consistence. I never told her, of course, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking female child in the high school day, and she drove me loony. She boasted perfectly molded boob ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown middle ; silky, brown, shoulder-length hair ; sparkly white tooth ; a shapely butt ; and a perfective tense model-like figure. I considered myself lucky to be friends with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a cute blond with a nice anatomy, who was proud of her moderate-sized bosom. But Lilly fascinated me. Her pelt was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me overjealous, and at other times, lustful. 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 naked body would be.

My life-changing outcome started with a unsubdivided geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as cooperator, much to our delight, to complete a geometry project for the end of the school twelvemonth. We completed near of the undertaking face-to-face, but on one particular Saturday, I was visiting my grandmother along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to talk about our task via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to utter or to dish the dirt.

When visiting my grandmother, I always had a room to myself. My laptop computer had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our project with Lilly. The word was normal ; after about an hour Lilly was called by her mom for dinner. Lilly told me she would be back, and we could finish our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her monitor. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our computers. For clearing, Lilly's desktop computer was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the screen, but she left the webcam on to save the clock time and trouble of having to re-establish the connection.

Twenty bit later, however, Lilly sent me a school text saying that she was going to the store with her mom and that we could end up discussing the project in the dawn. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would return and we would mouth.

The audio was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to take heed her return. She turned the Light Within on in her room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to hail to the computer to verbalize to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few minutes looking at her sound. I almost texted her to distinguish her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office chair, but since the chair was turned to its side, I had a top view of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her t-shirt. My middle 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 ‘ ally'part of me wanted to close the computer and leave her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'role 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 breasts. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling tactile sensation between my legs, and a wet spot was growing in my panties. My eyes bugged out like two table tennis musket ball. Her nipples were lighting chocolate-brown, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen breast were the most transfix thing I had ever seen.

Lilly sat on her bed. She was in no hurry. She was interested in herself. Lilly plucked, played, and caressed her mammilla and her knocker. She felt them like someone in the grocery store squeezes melon vine to determine ripeness. After five moment of her boob play, my panties were soaked, and my jammies shorts were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my step-in had a baseball-size wet spot in front line 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 denim off. She wore no panty. There she sat, entirely au naturel, totally oblivious to me watching her over eighty miles away. Lilly grabbed a low, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her pegleg and examined her pussy. It was a perfect pussy, clear shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an infinity, gazed at her pussy through the rumination in the mirror.

My brain was spinning out of control. My substance could hardly take it. My panties were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much intimate excitement in my life. I quickly stood up and lock in my door. I sat back in my death chair, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my kitty-cat.

import later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the purview of the camera. When she returned to the television camera's view, she held a pink rabbit vibrator. I was amazed. Having been to her planetary 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 care. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her knee joint in the air, and her right inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my face was exasperated and fatigued from the overwhelming excitement, her face was calm and hind end. 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 phone, but I didn't really care, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her pelvis started to actuate slowly. Her other helping hand moved and grabbed her breast. I did the same. I inserted my left mitt under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Lilly's side was changing. Her eyes closed, her backtalk hung slightly open. Her hand front became faster ; she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her slit. I rubbed myself faster, and I could feel myself about to cum. I felt the Wave of pleasure getting stronger and impregnable. As my right hand kept furiously rubbing, my left hired man squeezed my right hand breast, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened astray, I took one huge, deep breath, and then lost restraint. My consistency began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a soft, but vivid moan, and I made a minuscule puddle on the professorship. I sat for a bit shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the hole I had made, but when I looked back up, Lilly was cumming. Her toes curled, her pelvis sank into the bed, her lip opened wide-cut, her optic closed as toilsome as they could, her kitty made sexy squishing interference, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her legs shook, and her paw grabbed the blanket. She shook for about XV sec before she regained controller 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. component of me was mortified, but the other 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 take in had to deliver seen that her webcam was still on when she returned to the information processing system. 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 masturbation fodder for the future two week.

We hung out at shoal as normal, but it wasn't until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's house to expend the night. We'd had even sleep-overs, and this one was fairly normal from the kickoff. 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 pool since it was a nice day. I didn't bring my washup suit of clothes, but Lilly offered to let me take up some of her dry apparel, and that I could swim in my clothes. She had neighbour, so swimming clothed was a necessity.

I changed in Lilly's room after we swam. I was finally in the sleeping room alone, and I was unquiet to receive a smell 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 draftsman 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 tool in my paw 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 minute. I'd never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still au naturel, I sat on the bound of her bed, turned the lapin onto a low bombination, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussycat. It felt fantastic. I thought I was going to cum in less than one moment. I turned the intensity up and started moving it in and out of my pussy, which, at this detail, was very wet. The pleasure 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 story and tried to get across myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an intrigued look 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 up the door and get out, but she didn't.

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

For a reason that I can not explicate, neither of us did anything but looking in each former's oculus. We didn't move ; we didn't speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an timeless existence. What happened next was beyond my control ; my mind and its actions were driven by teenage endocrine.

breakage the awkward silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her soft mouth against mine. My thinker raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it pass off. I didn't drag back or refuse. We kissed, and our tongue 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 kiss. Her left arm wrapped around my back, and her veracious handwriting reached for my bosom. I wrapped my hands 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 like hour of our lips together, we separated. We just stared into each former's eyes. My emotions were buck. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before.

Lilly's soundbox was better-looking in person. Her titty were perfect, and her kitty was smooth and alien. She asked me to propel my caput to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my vertebral column, Lilly crawled to the bottom of the bed and played with my gumption. She kissed my lips once again with tenderness, thence my cervix, thence my shoulders, thence my white meat, thence my stomach, and thence my thigh. She rubbed her soft helping hand over my breasts, whose nipple stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner second joint and ran her fingerbreadth all the way down my slick branch and up again. She was driving me dotty. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and spread them blanket undefendable. She moved one, and only one, of her finger's breadth just above my saturated, shaven pussy. She rubbed the area around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable sensation of joy erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one finger in and around my kitty-cat. The sloshing noises that only one digit made were incredible. Then, to my heart, her head disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my pussy that I had never felt before -- a lingua. It felt great ; every contribution 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 eubstance could hardly suffer the pleasure. I began to be active uncontrollably. I tried my well not to squish her head between my knees.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My breathing space were unforesightful and quick, but deep. Lilly began moving her tongue in and out of my kitty-cat, and that felt even better. My articulatio genus began to quiver. I clinched my heart as tightly as possible. 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 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 peg shook violently, and I let out a loud squeal. I was cumming. From my head to my toes, my full body felt amazing, and it shook without restraint. From my pussy, a clear liquid snap forward directly onto Lilly's aspect, and a thick, white-hot liquidity oozed downward toward the bed tack. I lay for respective minutes, without saying a word, enjoying that fantastic belief after an coming, 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 face was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my pussy. There was a low stream of gooey cream flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like person had spilled a cup of water. Without much time wasted, we quickly changed berth, and I returned the party favour. I didn't dedicate 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 juices 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 odoriferous, and it was very strong. I could already secern 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 water spout. She was quickly approaching an orgasm ; I could finger her getting closer. Without a good deal warning, she moved her hip joint violently. I could hardly keep my mouth on her slit because she was squirming so much. She wrapped her hands around my head to hold me in situation. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my face. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my boldness on the sheet. I moved beside her ; we lay side by side. Our kitty exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a intelligence for the dear of ten minutes. The bed had wet spots, the room smelled of sex, and we were dirty and sticky. After having regained our eye charge per unit, breath, 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 present me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

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