-- Her Name Was Lilly --

Her figure was Lilly. We were the same 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 crazy. She boasted perfectly mould breasts ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown heart ; silky, brown, shoulder-length hair ; sparkly white tooth ; a shapely butt ; and a perfect model-like chassis. I considered myself prosperous to be friends with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a cunning blond with a nice figure, who was proud of her medium-sized white meat. But Lilly fascinated me. Her cutis was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me overjealous, and at other times, 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 dark, I often thought of Lilly and imagined how beautiful her naked body would be.

My life-changing effect started with a simple geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as partners, much to our delight, to complete a geometry undertaking for the end of the schooltime yr. We completed most of the project face-to-face, but on one particular Saturday, I was visiting my grannie along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to discuss our project via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to talk or to chatter.

When visiting my gran, I always had a way to myself. My laptop computer had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our undertaking 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 finish up our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her monitor. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our estimator. For clarification, Lilly's desktop information processing system was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the covert, but she left the webcam on to economize the time and tussle of having to re-establish the connector.

20 transactions later, however, Lilly sent me a school text saying that she was going to the computer storage with her mom and that we could wind up discussing the projection in the forenoon. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would rejoin and we would talk.

The audio frequency was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to listen her reappearance. She turned the lights on in her room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to come in to the computer to verbalise to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few minutes looking at her telephone. I almost texted her to recount her that I was still on the electronic computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office chair, but since the electric chair was turned to its side, I had a realise sentiment of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her t-shirt. My heart 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 fold the computer and allow for her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'component of me wanted to bide. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any adult female, and she was gorgeous. Her venter was savourless. Her pink-laced bra supported her c-cup breasts. Then she removed her bra, and my jaw dropped slightly. I began feeling a tingling tactual sensation between my legs, and a wet spot was growing in my panties. My centre bugged out like two ping-pong balls. Her mamilla were light dark-brown, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen breasts were the most enamor affair 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 mamilla and her breasts. She felt them like someone in the grocery store embrace melon vine to determine ripeness. After five proceedings of her boob play, my scanty were soaked, and my pajama shorts were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my panties had a baseball-size wet pip 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 denim off. She wore no pantie. There she sat, entirely nude, totally oblivious to me watching her over eighty miles away. Lilly grabbed a little, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her legs and examined her pussycat. It was a perfective tense pussy, fairly shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her pussy through the observation 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 locked my door. I sat back in my chair, pulled down my bloomers and slowly began stroking my pussy.

second later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view 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 house countless sentence 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 good deal for her to wield. 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 overwhelm fervor, her face was quiet 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 discover my sloshing sounds, but I didn't really worry, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her rosehip started to move slowly. Her early mitt moved and grabbed her tit. I did the Lapp. I inserted my left hand under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Lilly's face was changing. Her eyes closed, her mouth hung slightly undetermined. 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 stronger and solid. As my ripe hand kept furiously rubbing, my leave alone manus squeezed my right knocker, my toes tingled and curled, my oral cavity opened extensive, I took one huge, abstruse breathing spell, and then lost control. My consistency began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a soft, but intense moan, and I made a small puddle on the chair. I sat for a here and now shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the fix 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 middle closed as hard as they could, her pussy made sexy squishing racket, and she let a piano, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her legs shook, and her hand grabbed the blanket. She shook for about XV seconds 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 resilient feed, cleaned myself up, and went to dinner with my parents. I was unsure of what I had just done. function 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 possess 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 long I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my onanism fodder for the future two workweek.

We hung out at school as normal, but it wasn't until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's home to spend the night. 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 support 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 bestow my bathing lawsuit, but Lilly offered to let me borrow some of her dry apparel, and that I could swim in my clothes. She had neighbors, so swimming clothed was a necessity.

I changed in Lilly's elbow room after we swam. I was finally in the sleeping room alone, and I was anxious to have a look 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 tool in my hand made me shiver.

I quickly put it back in the drawer, but after a import took it back out. I had to try it. Just once. Just for a min. I'd never used one before, and I had to how a genuine vibrator felt. Still nude, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussy. It felt fantastic. 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 pussy, which, at this detail, was very wet. The pleasure was acute and was growing stiff, but when I turned my head to the right, Lilly was standing in the doorway.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the floor and tried to get over myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an scheme aspect on her face. She walked toward me, picked up the rabbit, tuned it off and sat succeeding to me on the bed. I expected her to fold the door and depart, but she didn't.

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

For a reason that I can not explain, neither of us did anything but expression in each other's eye. We didn't movement ; we didn't speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an infinity. What happened following was beyond my control ; my thinker and its natural process were driven by teenage hormone.

breaking the awkward silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her soft lip against mine. My judgment raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it happen. I didn't pull back or refuse. We kissed, and our tongues danced. I'd never felt such a sensation before. She was fond ; her backtalk were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each former, continuing to buss. Her left arm wrapped around my back, and her mighty bridge player reached for my breasts. 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 ilk hour of our lips together, we separated. We just stared into each other's eyes. My emotions were bust. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was wetter than it had ever been before.

Lilly's torso was handsome in person. Her breasts were perfect tense, and her pussycat was liquid and alien. She asked me to move my head to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my back, Lilly crawled to the keister of the bed and played with my Mary Jane. She kissed my lips once again with tenderheartedness, thence my neck opening, thence my shoulder, thence my knocker, 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 second joint and ran her fingers all the way down my sleek legs and up again. She was driving me crazy. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and spread them encompassing open. She moved one, and only one, of her fingerbreadth just above my saturated, shaven slit. She rubbed the area around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the abysmal maven of pleasure erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one finger's breadth in and around my pussy. The sloshing noises that only one finger's breadth made were incredible. Then, to my heart, her straits disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my cunt that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt big ; every part 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 physical structure could hardly abide the pleasure. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my best not to squish her head between my knee.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My breaths were shortstop and quick, but inscrutable. Lilly began moving her knife in and out of my pussy, and that felt even better. My stifle began to quiver. I clinched my optic 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 pleasance 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 loud squeal. I was cumming. From my school principal to my toes, my entire body felt perplex, and it shook without simpleness. From my kitty, a absolved liquidness injection forward directly onto Lilly's face, and a thick, whitened liquid oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for respective minute, without saying a word, enjoying that howling feeling after an orgasm, and trying to encompass 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 pussy. There was a small flow of icky ointment flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like mortal had spilled a cup of urine. Without much clock time wasted, we quickly changed location, and I returned the favor. I didn't give way Lilly the suspense of rubbing her stallion soundbox. I went straight in ; I immediately started licking away.

It felt weird. It was smooth on my clapper and very wet. Her juice immix with my spit. I slid my natural language in and out of her dripping kitty-cat just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow unfermented, and it was very warm. I could already distinguish that Lilly was getting close to an orgasm. With every stroke of my spit, her juices multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my spit to the end of a water spout. She was quickly approaching an orgasm ; I could palpate her getting finisher. Without much word of advice, she moved her hips violently. I could hardly keep my sass on her snatch because she was squirming so much. She wrapped her hands around my head to carry me in place. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my case. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my face on the weather sheet. I moved beside her ; we lay face by face. Our pussies exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a Word for the ripe of ten proceedings. The bed had wet spots, the room smelled of sex, and we were dirty and sticky. After having regained our heart pace, breaths, 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 record me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

That event changed my life, and certainly my linear perspective on life. 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 .