-- 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 body. I never told her, of course, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking fille in the high shoal, and she drove me crazy. She boasted perfectly determine knocker ; an unbelievable, light-brown tan ; attractive brown oculus ; silky, brown, shoulder-length tomentum ; sparkly white dentition ; a shapely butt ; and a arrant model-like trope. I considered myself golden 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 figure, who was proud of her moderate-size tit. But Lilly fascinated me. Her skin was smoothen and flawless. She sometimes made me jealous, and at other times, lustful. I had always though myself to be a straight, but there was something about Lilly that made me wiggle. 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 bare geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as partners, much to our delight, to complete a geometry projection for the end of the school class. We completed most of the projection face-to-face, but on one especial Sat, I was visiting my grandmother along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to discourse our project via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to talk or to dish the dirt.

When visiting my nanna, I always had a elbow room to myself. My laptop computer had a built-in webcam with which I discussed our project with Lilly. The treatment was pattern ; after about an hour Lilly was called by her mom for dinner party. 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 clarification, Lilly's desktop computer was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the projection screen, but she left the webcam on to preserve the clock time and hassle of having to re-establish the connexion.

twenty proceedings later, however, Lilly sent me a text saying that she was going to the storehouse with her mom and that we could complete discussing the task in the 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 was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was capable to get word her return. She turned the lights on in her room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to come to the computer to verbalize to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few instant looking at her phone. I almost texted her to narrate her that I was still on the information processing system, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office chair, but since the chairman was turned to its position, I had a clear up view 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 think back the webcam was on. I didn't know what to do. The ‘ friend'part of me wanted to close the computer and depart her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'section of me wanted to delay. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any cleaning lady, 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 feeling between my pegleg, and a wet office was growing in my panties. My eyes bugged out like two ping-pong balls. Her mammilla were Light 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 hurry. She was interested in herself. Lilly plucked, played, and caressed her nipples and her breasts. She felt them like someone in the food market store twitch melons to determine ripeness. After five instant of her breast child's play, my step-in were soaked, and my pajama shorts were starting to get wet. I pulled my boxershorts forward, and my panty had a baseball-size wet spot in front end 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 jean off. She wore no panties. There she sat, entirely nude statue, totally oblivious to me watching her over 80 Admiralty mile away. Lilly grabbed a small, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her legs and examined her twat. It was a double-dyed pussy, sporting shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her puss through the reflection in the mirror.

My judgement was spinning out of mastery. My centre could hardly subscribe it. My panties 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 mesh my door. I sat back in my death chair, pulled down my trouser and slowly began stroking my pussy.

Moments later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the camera. When she returned to the camera's vista, 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 handle. She lay on her back, her heading 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 agitation, 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 take heed my sloshing sounds, but I didn't really care, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her hips started to move slowly. Her other hand moved and grabbed her titty. I did the Lapp. I inserted my left hired man under my shirt and played with my tit.

Lilly's face was changing. Her eyes closed, her mouth 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 sense myself about to cum. I felt the wave of pleasure getting stronger and potent. As my right paw kept furiously rubbing, my left hand squeezed my right hand tit, my toes tingled and curled, my mouth opened wide, I took one huge, trench hint, and then lost ascendancy. My body began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a easygoing, but intense moan, and I made a small-scale puddle on the chairperson. I sat for a moment shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the great deal 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 noise, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room groan. Her legs shook, and her handwriting grabbed the mantle. She shook for about XV seconds before she regained command 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. section of me was mortified, but the other was elated.

I said zero about it. As far as I knew, Lilly had no thought I watched her. I was concerned, though. Lilly would ingest had to cause seen that her webcam was still on when she returned to the computing device. It would have shown that I disconnected, but she would never know how long I stuck around. It was going to be my privy, and it was certainly my onanism fodder for the following two hebdomad.

We hung out at schooltime as formula, but it wasn't until two calendar week later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's house to drop the night. We'd had veritable sleep-overs, and this one was fairly normal from the root. But I wanted to see that dildo. I wanted to hold it. I had to expect until I was alone in her bedroom.

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

I changed in Lilly's room after we swam. I was finally in the bedroom alone, and I was anxious to have a face at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened draftsman after draftsman looking for it and finally found it in her arse 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 putz in my hand 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 bit. 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 pussycat. 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 point, was very wet. The pleasure was intense and was growing stronger, but when I turned my head to the right wing, Lilly was standing in the door.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the trading floor and tried to cover myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an fascinate feel on her side. She walked toward me, picked up the rabbit, tuned it off and sat next 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 reason that I can not explain, 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 timelessness. What happened following was beyond my control ; my mind and its actions were driven by teenage hormone.

breaking the awkward silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her soft lips against mine. My mind raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it happen. I didn't drag back or refuse. We kissed, and our tongues 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 early, continuing to snog. Her left arm wrapped around my binding, and her rightfield hand reached for my titty. I wrapped my hands around her head.

She briefly pulled away and stripped herself of her article of clothing, but resumed kissing me immediately. I rubbed her breasts, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed like hours of our lips together, we separated. We just stared into each other's eye. My emotions were shoot down. I was scared and aflutter, 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 unadulterated, and her pussy was liquid and alien. She asked me to prompt my headspring to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my backrest, Lilly crawled to the bottom of the bed and played with my pot. She kissed my sass once again with warmheartedness, thence my neck, thence my articulatio humeri, thence my tit, thence my stomach, and thence my second joint. She rubbed her indulgent hands over my breasts, whose nipples stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my stomach. She rubbed my inner thigh and ran her digit all the way down my slick leg and up again. She was driving me crazy. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and fan out them astray open. She moved one, and only one, of her fingers just above my saturated, shaved puss. She rubbed the area around my pussy, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable sensation of pleasure erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one digit in and around my pussy. The sloshing noises that only one finger's breadth made were incredible. Then, to my oculus, her headway disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my twat that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt great ; every section 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 consistence could hardly place upright the delight. I began to be active uncontrollably. I tried my ripe not to squish her head between my knees.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My breaths were shortsighted and quick, but bass. Lilly began moving her spit in and out of my pussy, and that felt even better. My knees began to quiver. I clinched my middle as tightly as potential. I was breathing like I was about to win a battle of Marathon. My hands grabbed the canvass 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 loud squeal. I was cumming. From my head to my toes, my total body felt amazing, and it shook without chasteness. From my pussy, a clear liquid shot forward directly onto Lilly's face, and a thick, livid liquid oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for various minute, without saying a tidings, enjoying that wonderful feel after an orgasm, and trying to embrace 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 cheek was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my pussy. There was a small watercourse of gooey cream flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like someone had spilled a cup of water supply. Without practically prison term wasted, we quickly changed stead, and I returned the party favor. I didn't give Lilly the suspense of rubbing her total 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 glossa in and out of her dripping cunt just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow sweetness, and it was very warm. I could already order that Lilly was getting close to an orgasm. With every shot of my clapper, her succus 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 feel her getting finisher. Without a lot word of advice, she moved her articulatio coxae violently. I could hardly save my mouth on her kitty-cat because she was squirming so much. She wrapped her hands around my heading to hold me in place. She moaned and squeaked and, just like me, squirted quite a bit onto my font. 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 discussion for the salutary of ten minutes. The bed had wet patch, the room smelled of sex, and we were dirty and pasty. After having regained our nub rates, intimation, 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 evince me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

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