-- Her Name Was Lilly --

Her gens was Lilly. We were the Saami age, and ever since we hit puberty, I've been fascinated with her body. I never told her, of course, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking girlfriend in the high school, and she drove me nutcase. She boasted perfectly mould bosom ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown oculus ; silky, brown, shoulder-length tomentum ; glittery blank dentition ; a shapely butt ; and a perfect model-like figure. I considered myself lucky to be supporter with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a cute blond with a skillful design, who was proud of her medium-sized knocker. But Lilly fascinated me. Her tegument was shine and flawless. She sometimes made me jealous, and at early clip, 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 au naturel body would be.

My life-changing result started with a simple geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as cooperator, much to our delectation, to fill out a geometry project for the end of the schoolhouse year. We completed to the highest degree of the projection face-to-face, but on one detail Saturday, 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 peach or to gossip.

When visiting my nan, I always had a room to myself. My laptop had a inherent webcam with which I discussed our undertaking with Lilly. The discussion was normal ; after about an time of day Lilly was called by her mom for dinner. Lilly told me she would be back, and we could polish off our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her monitor. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our data processor. For clarification, Lilly's desktop computer was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the screen, but she left the webcam on to keep the prison term and hassle of having to re-establish the connection.

20 instant 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 daybreak. 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 able-bodied to hear her income tax return. She turned the Light on in her room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to total to the computer to verbalise to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few minutes looking at her phone. I almost texted her to secernate her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office president, but since the chairwoman was turned to its side, I had a clear survey of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her t-shirt. My affectionateness 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'division of me wanted to close the computer and pass on her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'share of me wanted to stick. 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 white meat. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling intuitive feeling between my legs, and a wet spot was growing in my panty. My eyes bugged out like two Ping-Pong balls. Her mamilla were lightsome John Brown, 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 nipples and her breasts. She felt them like someone in the grocery store memory squeeze melon to square off ripeness. After five moment of her titty play, my panties were soaked, and my pyjama short circuit were starting to get wet. I pulled my underdrawers forward, and my panties had a baseball-size wet spot 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 scanty. There she sat, entirely naked, totally forgetful to me watching her over lxxx miles away. Lilly grabbed a little, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her legs and examined her puss. It was a gross pussy, clean shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her pussy through the expression in the mirror.

My psyche was spinning out of control. My heart could hardly take it. My scanty were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual excitement in my life. I quickly stood up and put away my door. I sat back in my chairman, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my pussycat.

Moments later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the camera. When she returned to the photographic camera's view, she held a ping cony vibrator. I was amazed. Having been to her star sign 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 a great deal for her to wield. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her knees in the air, and her right on inserting the vibrator into her cunt. Whereas my facial expression was exasperated and fatigued from the overpower fervor, her brass was settle down and fanny. 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 do-or-die to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could get down hearing her breathe deeply. Her hips started to strike slowly. Her other hand moved and grabbed her breasts. I did the same. I inserted my left hand under my shirt and played with my mamilla.

Lilly's brass was changing. Her eyes closed, her mouth hung slightly open. Her paw 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 pleasure getting stronger and strong. As my right hand kept furiously rubbing, my forget hired man squeezed my right tit, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened wide, I took one huge, deep breath, and then lost controller. My organic structure began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a soft, but intense moan, and I made a pocket-sized puddle 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 hip sank into the bed, her oral fissure opened blanket, her eye closed as operose as they could, her pussy made aphrodisiacal squishing noise, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room groan. Her legs shook, and her hired man grabbed the mantle. She shook for about fifteen minute before she regained ascendency 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 other was elated.

I said nothing about it. As far as I knew, Lilly had no musical theme 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 estimator. It would have shown that I disconnected, but she would never know how long I stuck around. It was going to be my hidden, and it was certainly my masturbation cannon fodder for the next two workweek.

We hung out at schooling as normal, but it wasn't until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's house 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 nurse it. I had to hold back until I was alone in her bedchamber.

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

I changed in Lilly's elbow room after we swam. I was finally in the bedroom alone, and I was queasy to experience a tone at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened drawer after drawer looking for it and finally found it in her stern 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 tool 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 literal vibrator felt. Still naked, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low bombination, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussy. 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 pussy, which, at this full stop, was very wet. The pleasure was vivid and was growing firm, but when I turned my caput to the rightfield, Lilly was standing in the threshold.

I screamed, threw the hare on the storey and tried to wrap up myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an connive facial expression on her font. She walked toward me, picked up the rabbit, tuned it off and sat side by side to me on the bed. I expected her to close the door and leave, but she didn't.

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

For a reasonableness that I can not explain, neither of us did anything but look in each other's heart. We didn't movement ; we didn't speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an timeless existence. What happened following was beyond my command ; my mind and its actions were driven by teenage hormones.

Breaking the awkward silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her balmy 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 drag back or garbage. We kissed, and our clapper danced. I'd never felt such a sensation before. She was fond ; her lips 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 justly 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 same 60 minutes of our mouth together, we separated. We just stared into each early's eyes. My emotions were torn. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My cunt was soaked than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was well-favored in person. Her bosom were stark, and her twat was tranquil and exotic. She asked me to impress my head to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my cover, Lilly crawled to the bottom of the bed and played with my common sense. She kissed my mouth once again with tenderness, thence my neck opening, thence my shoulders, thence my bosom, thence my stomach, and thence my thigh. She rubbed her piano hired man over my breasts, whose nipples stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner second joint and ran her finger all the way down my slick branch and up again. She was driving me mad. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my ramification and spread them across-the-board open. She moved one, and only one, of her finger just above my saturated, shaven twat. She rubbed the area around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable sensation of pleasance erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one finger in and around my snatch. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were incredible. Then, to my eyes, her drumhead disappeared. I felt a new satisfaction on my pussycat that I had never felt before -- a glossa. It felt great ; every constituent of my torso 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 abide the pleasure. I began to act uncontrollably. I tried my best not to squish her head word between my knees.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My breaths were short and quick, but deep. Lilly began moving her spit in and out of my kitty, and that felt even better. My knees began to flitter. I clinched my eyes as tightly as possible. I was breathing like I was about to win a marathon. My handwriting grabbed the tabloid 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 stage shook violently, and I let out a loud squeal. I was cumming. From my oral sex to my toes, my entire body felt astound, and it shook without constraint. From my slit, a exculpated liquid state guess forward directly onto Lilly's typeface, and a midst, white liquid oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for several second, without saying a word, enjoying that wonderful feeling after an sexual climax, and trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. Lilly didn't say anything either. She gently rubbed my thighs.

I regained my hint and sat upward. I looked toward Lilly, whose side was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my slit. There was a diminished watercourse of gooey ointment flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like someone had spilled a cup of water. Without much time wasted, we quickly changed position, and I returned the favour. 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 lingua and very wet. Her juices mixed with my spitting. I slid my knife in and out of her dripping pussy just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow sweet, and it was very lovesome. I could already narrate that Lilly was getting close to an orgasm. With every diagonal of my tongue, her juices multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my lingua to the end of a water spout. She was quickly approaching an climax ; I could find her getting closer. Without much admonition, she moved her coxa violently. I could hardly go along my mouth on her pussy because she was squirming so a great deal. She wrapped her hands around my head to entertain me in place. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my side. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my face on the sheet. I moved beside her ; we lay side by side. Our slit exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a word for the in force of ten hour. The bed had wet smear, the room smelled of sex, and we were dirty and glutinous. After having regained our affectionateness pace, 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 thing, though, Lilly : you'll have to indicate me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

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