-- Her figure Was Lilly --

Her epithet was Lilly. We were the Saame age, and ever since we hit pubescence, I've been fascinated with her torso. I never told her, of track, at least not before that day. Lilly was gorgeous ; she was arguably the best-looking girl in the high-pitched schoolhouse, and she drove me looney. She boasted perfectly form breasts ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown centre ; silky, brown, shoulder-length hair ; glittery white teeth ; a shapely butt ; and a pure model-like figure. I considered myself prosperous to be Quaker with her.

I don't mean to say that I wasn't attractive. I considered myself a precious blond with a squeamish frame, who was proud of her medium-sized breasts. But Lilly fascinated me. Her pelt was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me envious, and at other times, lustful. I had always though myself to be a straight person, 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 case started with a unproblematic geometry project. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as better half, much to our joy, to fill out a geometry task for the end of the school year. We completed to the highest degree of the project face-to-face, but on one exceptional Saturday, I was visiting my grandmother along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to talk about our project via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to spill or to chatter.

When visiting my grandmother, I always had a room to myself. My laptop had a constitutional 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 party. Lilly told me she would be back, and we could finish our conversation later, so Lilly turned off her reminder. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our figurer. For elucidation, Lilly's desktop reckoner was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the screen, but she left the webcam on to economize the time and hassle of having to re-establish the connection.

Twenty minutes later, however, Lilly sent me a text saying that she was going to the depot with her mom and that we could wind up discussing the project in the break of day. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would take back and we would talk.

The audio was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to hear her getting even. She turned the lights on in her elbow room and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to get to the data processor to speak to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few transactions looking at her phone. 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 chair, but since the chair was turned to its English, I had a authorise 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 remember the webcam was on. I didn't know what to do. The ‘ friend'function of me wanted to close the information processing system and provide her alone. But the ‘ horny teenager'part of me wanted to quell. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any woman, and she was gorgeous. Her paunch was savorless. 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 legs, and a wet smudge was growing in my step-in. My eyes bugged out like two ping-pong globe. Her pap were Light Within 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 concern in herself. Lilly plucked, played, and caressed her pap and her breasts. She felt them like someone in the grocery entrepot coerce melon vine to determine ripeness. After five minutes of her boob play, my panties were soaked, and my pyjama shorts were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my pantie had a baseball-size wet billet 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 jean off. She wore no step-in. There she sat, entirely nude person, totally oblivious to me watching her over eighty miles away. Lilly grabbed a minuscule, handheld mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her legs and examined her pussy. It was a perfect pussy, white shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an timelessness, gazed at her puss through the expression in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of ascendence. My bosom could hardly take it. My panty were soaked. I had never been this wet before. I had never had this much sexual fervor in my life history. I quickly stood up and put away my door. I sat back in my chairman, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my pussy.

present moment later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the camera. When she returned to the camera's sight, she held a pink hare vibrator. I was amazed. Having been to her 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 a lot for her to treat. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her knees in the air, and her right inserting the vibrator into her cunt. Whereas my case was exasperated and fatigued from the overwhelming excitement, her face was sedate 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 pick up my sloshing sound, but I didn't really like, though. I was desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her coxa started to move slowly. Her other paw moved and grabbed her chest. I did the same. I inserted my allow hand under my shirt and played with my nipples.

Lilly's boldness 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 finger myself about to cum. I felt the wafture of pleasure getting stronger and unassailable. As my right-hand paw kept furiously rubbing, my forget hired man squeezed my aright breast, my toes tingled and curled, my back talk opened wide, I took one huge, deep breath, and then lost ascendancy. My consistence began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a easy, but intense moan, and I made a belittled puddle on the chair. I sat for a bit shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the mussiness I had made, but when I looked back up, Lilly was cumming. Her toes curled, her pelvic arch sank into the bed, her mouth opened encompassing, her eye closed as hard as they could, her puss made sexy squishing noises, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her legs shook, and her bridge player grabbed the cover. She shook for about fifteen 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 live 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 nil about it. As far as I knew, Lilly had no idea I watched her. I was concerned, though. Lilly would take had to make seen that her webcam was still on when she returned to the calculator. It would have shown that I disconnected, but she would never roll in the hay how foresighted I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my masturbation fodder for the future two weeks.

We hung out at school as rule, but it wasn't until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's home to pass 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 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, but Lilly offered to let me borrow some of her dry wearing apparel, and that I could swim in my clothes. She had neighbor, 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 dying to accept a flavor at the dildo I saw her use on the webcam. I opened draftsman after drawer 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 peter in my script made me throb.

I quickly put it back in the drawer, but after a second 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 nude sculpture, I sat on the edge of her bed, turned the rabbit onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet kitty. 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 point, was very wet. The pleasure was intense and was growing substantial, but when I turned my head to the right, Lilly was standing in the doorway.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the trading floor and tried to handle myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an fascinate look on her expression. She walked toward me, picked up the cony, tuned it off and sat adjacent to me on the bed. I expected her to fold the door and get out, but she didn't.

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

For a reason that I can not explain, neither of us did anything but facial expression in each early's heart. We didn't motion ; we didn't speak. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. What happened adjacent was beyond my control ; my mind and its military action were driven by teenage internal secretion.

Breaking the inept silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her easy back talk against mine. My head raced, panicked and confused :"she kissed me ! She's kissing me ! What do I do ?"But I let it happen. I didn't twist back or garbage. We kissed, and our clapper danced. I'd never felt such a sensation before. She was warm ; her mouth were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each other, continuing to buss. Her left arm wrapped around my binding, and her right hand 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 hours of our sassing together, we separated. We just stared into each other's eye. My emotions were lacerated. I was scared and nervous, but also thrilled and excited. My cunt was wetting agent than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was handsome in person. Her white meat were perfective tense, and her slit was smooth and exotic. She asked me to move my oral sex to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my spine, Lilly crawled to the bottom of the bed and played with my gage. She kissed my lips once again with warmness, thence my neck, thence my shoulders, thence my boob, thence my tum, and thence my thighs. She rubbed her soft custody over my breasts, whose nipples stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my abdomen. She rubbed my intimate second joint and ran her fingers all the way down my slick leg and up again. She was driving me nutcase. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and open them wide open. She moved one, and only one, of her fingers just above my saturated, shaved pussy. She rubbed the area around my pussycat, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable sensation of pleasure erupted throughout my body. She began wiggling one finger in and around my pussy. The sloshing noises that only one finger made were incredible. Then, to my eyes, her school principal disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my pussy that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt great ; 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 trunk could hardly stand the joy. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my best not to splash her headland between my knees.

My pith raced as fast as a Corvette. My breaths were short and quick, but deep. Lilly began moving her knife in and out of my pussy, and that felt even better. My human knee began to quiver. I clinched my eyes 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 secondment 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 head to my toes, my entire body felt gravel, and it shook without restraint. From my pussycat, a clear-cut liquid shot forward directly onto Lilly's grimace, and a midst, ashen liquidness oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for several minutes, without saying a watchword, enjoying that wonderful opinion after an sexual climax, and trying to comprehend 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 aspect was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my pussy. There was a small watercourse of gooey pick flowing. I touched it. It was sticky and slimy. The bed looked like mortal had spilled a cup of pee. Without much fourth dimension wasted, we quickly changed positions, and I returned the favor. I didn't open Lilly the suspense of rubbing her total body. I went straight in ; I immediately started licking away.

It felt Wyrd. It was smooth on my tongue and very wet. Her juices mixed with my spit. I slid my tongue in and out of her dripping pussy just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow sweet, and it was very warm. I could already tell that Lilly was getting close to an orgasm. With every stroke of my glossa, her succus multiplied. Eventually, I felt like I was sticking my tongue to the end of a water spout. She was quickly approaching an coming ; I could feel her getting finisher. Without much warning, she moved her hips violently. I could hardly keep my back talk on her pussy 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 face. After Lilly finished cumming, I wiped my face on the sheet. I moved beside her ; we lay English by face. Our pussies exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a word for the undecomposed of ten minutes. The bed had wet floater, the elbow room smelled of sex, and we were bemire and pasty. After having regained our fondness charge per unit, breather, and thinker, 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 consequence changed my life, and certainly my view 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 .