-- 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 eubstance. 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 day, and she drove me looney. She boasted perfectly shaped breasts ; an incredible, light-brown tan ; attractive brown eyes ; silky, John Brown, shoulder-length tomentum ; sparkly white-hot teeth ; a shapely butt ; and a perfect model-like number. I considered myself favorable 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 figure, who was proud of her medium-size white meat. But Lilly fascinated me. Her skin was smooth and flawless. She sometimes made me covetous, and at former time, 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 night, I often thought of Lilly and imagined how beautiful her au naturel body would be.

My life-changing case started with a unproblematic geometry labor. Our teacher had assigned Lilly and me as partners, much to our delight, to complete a geometry project for the end of the school twelvemonth. We completed to the highest degree of the project face-to-face, but on one particular Saturday, I was visiting my grandmother along with my parents. Lilly and I decided to discuss our labor via webcam. We often used a webcam, but only to blab out or to natter.

When visiting my grandmother, I always had a room to myself. My laptop had a inbuilt webcam with which I discussed our project with Lilly. The treatment 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 reminder. We both left our webcams on because we both assumed we were returning to our figurer. For illumination, Lilly's desktop reckoner was turned off. She couldn't see what was on the screen, but she left the webcam on to preserve the time and hassle of having to re-establish the connection.

XX minutes later, however, Lilly sent me a text saying that she was going to the store with her mom and that we could wind up discussing the project in the morning. I agreed, but I didn't close the web-chat just yet because I assumed she would return and we would spill the beans.

The audio was still on from Lilly's webcam, so I was able to take heed her return. She turned the twinkle on in her way and put her bag on her bed. I expected her to number to the computing machine to talk to me. However, she sat on the bed for a few minutes looking at her telephone. I almost texted her to separate her that I was still on the computer, but I waited. Lilly's webcam was pointed directly at her office president, but since the death chair was turned to its incline, I had a pull in view of her bed.

Suddenly, Lilly removed her jersey. My heart and soul 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 ‘ Quaker'percentage of me wanted to close the calculator and allow for her alone. But the ‘ horny stripling'percentage of me wanted to stay. I'd never seen this much of Lilly, or of any char, 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 legs, and a wet spot was growing in my scanty. My eyes bugged out like two table tennis formal. Her teat were luminance Brown University, perfectly round, and incredibly cute. Her never-before-seen bosom were the most riveting matter I had ever seen.

Lilly sat on her bed. She was in no haste. She was interested in herself. Lilly plucked, played, and caressed her nipples and her breast. She felt them like individual in the grocery store store squeezes melons to fix ripeness. After five minutes of her breast romp, my pantie were soaked, and my pajama short pants were starting to get wet. I pulled my shorts forward, and my panties had a baseball-size wet situation 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 panties. There she sat, entirely nude, totally unmindful to me watching her over eighty miles away. Lilly grabbed a small, hand-held mirror from her nightstand ; she spread her leg and examined her pussy. It was a gross cunt, fair shaven and well-kept. Lilly, for what seemed like an eternity, gazed at her pussy through the reflection in the mirror.

My mind was spinning out of control. My heart could hardly film 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 locked my door. I sat back in my president, pulled down my pants and slowly began stroking my pussy.

minute later, Lilly stood up and walked out of the view of the photographic camera. When she returned to the camera's horizon, she held a tap 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 much for her to handle. She lay on her back, her head on a pillow, her knee in the air, and her right inserting the vibrator into her pussy. Whereas my look was exasperated and fatigued from the overtake excitement, her typeface was cool off and inexorable. 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 desperate to cum. Lilly sped up, and I could begin hearing her breathe deeply. Her hip started to move slowly. Her other hand moved and grabbed her boob. I did the same. I inserted my go forth hand under my shirt and played with my mamilla.

Lilly's human face was changing. Her optic closed, her mouthpiece 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 find myself about to cum. I felt the wave of pleasure getting stronger and stronger. As my right hand kept furiously rubbing, my leftover hand squeezed my right breast, my toes tingled and curled, my rima oris opened wide, I took one immense, deep breath, and then lost command. My organic structure began shaking uncontrollably. I let out a lenient, but vivid moan, and I made a modest puddle on the professorship. I sat for a moment shocked at what just happened. I looked down at the sight I had made, but when I looked back up, Lilly was cumming. Her toes curled, her hips sank into the bed, her sass opened wide, her eyes closed as operose as they could, her pussy made sexy squishing noise, and she let a soft, my-parents-are-in-the-next-room moan. Her legs shook, and her hand grabbed the mantle. She shook for about 15 irregular 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. persona of me was mortified, but the other was elated.

I said nothing about it. As far as I knew, Lilly had no approximation I watched her. I was concerned, though. Lilly would let had to deliver seen that her webcam was still on when she returned to the computer. It would have shown that I disconnected, but she would never fuck how recollective I stuck around. It was going to be my secret, and it was certainly my onanism cannon fodder for the next two weeks.

We hung out at schooling as convention, but it wasn't until two weeks later that we were alone. I went to Lilly's house to spend the night. We'd had regular sleep-overs, and this one was fairly convention from the beginning. But I wanted to see that dildo. I wanted to restrain it. I had to wait until I was alone in her sleeping accommodation.

Lilly suggested that we go swimming in her syndicate since it was a Nice day. I didn't bring my bathing suit, but Lilly offered to let me borrow some of her dry wearing 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 bedroom alone, and I was anxious to have a aspect 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 of the inning 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 paw made me shiver.

I quickly put it back in the draftsman, but after a moment took it back out. I had to try it. Just once. Just for a arcminute. I'd never used one before, and I had to how a real vibrator felt. Still nude, I sat on the border of her bed, turned the cony onto a low buzz, and inserted it into my growingly wet pussy. It felt grotesque. 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 kitty-cat, which, at this point, was very wet. The pleasure was vivid and was growing unassailable, but when I turned my head to the right field, Lilly was standing in the door.

I screamed, threw the rabbit on the floor and tried to cover myself."Sorry,"I exclaimed. Lilly stood there with an intrigue look on her case. She walked toward me, picked up the lapin, tuned it off and sat next to me on the bed. I expected her to close the door and will, but she didn't.

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

For a grounds 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 infinity. What happened next was beyond my mastery ; my judgment and its activeness were driven by teenage hormones.

Breaking the ill at ease silence, Lilly leant toward me and put her soft sass against mine. My intellect 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 food waste. We kissed, and our tongues danced. I'd never felt such a hotshot before. She was warm ; her lips were inviting. We fell backward onto the bed and lay beside each other, continuing to kiss. Her remaining arm wrapped around my back, and her right hand reached for my breasts. I wrapped my script around her head.

She briefly pulled away and stripped herself of her vesture, but resumed kissing me immediately. I rubbed her tit, and she rubbed mine. After what seemed like 60 minutes of our brim together, we separated. We just stared into each other's eyes. My emotions were rupture. I was scared and neural, but also thrilled and excited. My pussy was sloshed than it had ever been before.

Lilly's body was better-looking in soul. Her white meat were perfect, and her pussy was smooth and exotic. She asked me to strike my head to the pillow. I did, and after having lain on my spine, Lilly crawled to the keister of the bed and played with my sense. She kissed my lips once again with tenderness, thence my neck, thence my shoulder, thence my white meat, thence my stomach, and thence my thighs. She rubbed her diffuse deal over my breast, whose nipples stood erect. She moved downward, tickling my abdomen. She rubbed my inner thigh and ran her fingers all the way down my tricky legs and up again. She was driving me screwball. I couldn't stand it any longer.

She grabbed my legs and broadcast them widely open. She moved one, and only one, of her finger's breadth just above my saturated, shaven kitty. She rubbed the area around my snatch, and when she touched it, that's when the unfathomable sensation of pleasure erupted throughout my eubstance. She began wiggling one finger's breadth in and around my kitty-cat. The sloshing noises that only one finger's breadth made were incredible. Then, to my eyes, her head disappeared. I felt a new gratification on my pussy that I had never felt before -- a tongue. It felt great ; every share of my trunk was tingling. She licked me like a cat licks its fur : up and down, up and down. She'd only just begun, and my dead body could hardly stand the pleasure. I began to move uncontrollably. I tried my scoop not to squish her principal between my human knee.

My heart raced as fast as a Corvette. My hint were forgetful and quickly, but trench. Lilly began moving her tongue in and out of my puss, and that felt even better. My knees began to beat. I clinched my middle as tightly as potential. I was breathing like I was about to win a endurance contest. My hands grabbed the sail 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 pegleg shook violently, and I let out a loud squeal. I was cumming. From my principal to my toes, my entire body felt pose, and it shook without simplicity. From my pussy, a elucidate liquidity shot forward directly onto Lilly's face, and a midst, white liquid oozed downward toward the bed sheets. I lay for respective minutes, without saying a Holy Scripture, enjoying that wonderful opinion after an sexual climax, and trying to get the picture exactly what just happened. Lilly didn't say anything either. She gently rubbed my second joint.

I regained my breather and sat upward. I looked toward Lilly, whose brass was wet with my cum. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked at my pussy. There was a diminished stream 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 prison term wasted, we quickly changed view, and I returned the party favour. I didn't give Lilly the suspense of rubbing her full body. I went straight in ; I immediately started licking away.

It felt unearthly. It was smooth on my tongue and very wet. Her succus mixed with my expectoration. I slid my tongue in and out of her dripping pussy just as she had done to me. It tasted salty, but somehow angelical, and it was very warmly. I could already tell that Lilly was getting close to an coming. With every stroke of my lingua, 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 feel her getting closer. Without much warning, she moved her hips violently. I could hardly keep my mouthpiece on her cunt because she was squirming so a good deal. She wrapped her hands around my head word to support me in station. 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 side of meat by side. Our pussies exhausted and relieved.

Neither of us said a password for the better of ten minutes. The bed had wet spotlight, the room smelled of sex, and we were ill-gotten and sticky. After having regained our heart rates, breathing spell, 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 show me how to use that dildo."

Lilly smiled. Lilly laughed.

That event changed my sprightliness, and certainly my perspective on biography. 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 .