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***** ***** ***** ***** ***** NOTE: This more of a Kristen story than a Kailen & Shelly story. Many people have asked if the Kailen stories were autobiographical. While I can't claim that, I can say that this story has a definite basis in fact. Enjoy! ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
I'd gotten plenty of mail since I started posting the Kailen stories. Most of it was very complimentary and very flattering. Some of it was, I'm sure, complimentary, but I just couldn't understand what they were trying to say. Kind of like a hand written message where a person with incredibly bad handwriting doesn't have the presence of mind to print. At least, their intentions were good.
Her letter, however, threw me for a loop. I wasn't even sure if she was a girl or a guy pretending to be a girl. The idea, however, of her reading my stories and getting as excited as she said had my mind racing.
So, I prepared. I'd taken a bath earlier and shaved my legs. Hell, I even painted my toes. It's not like anyone was going to see them, but the ritual of it made me even hotter. I then continued with my preparations.
Which way do I want my hair? Up? Back? While brushing it and exploring my choices, my mind wandered.
"I am not gay, and am not interested in any women I know... But I have this fantasy woman that I want to suck my tits, and I want to suck hers... I am only 16 and have only been with guys... I don't think I could date a woman, but I would love to try it for one night."
With my hair down, I checked myself out in the mirror. No makeup except for my dark lipstick. I can't believe I'm going through such preparations for this, but makeup in bed would be too much.
Perfume. Just a bit more than usual, but this is for me... not someone else.
At my dresser, I pull out the cream colored lacy bra I love. It makes me feel so sexy with the lace against my breasts. The material that's so soft and delicate against my breasts. I smile.
Lastly, the pearls. They were Grandma's. She's still alive, but Grandma always said that a girl could use a good strand of pearls. "They'll catch the eye of any man or woman." She knows I like girls. I'm sure of it. She won't say much of her love life except that Grandpa was the best lover she ever had. I'll bet a few of her "close, personal friends" would be better described as "intimate".
But, I digress.
Ashley was the girl. Ashley isn't gay. Ashley, however, thinks it would be fun to be with another girl. I parted my robe and let it slide from my shoulders to the ground. Sliding in between the sheets, I imagined Ashley waiting anxiously.
I was ready. My toys were at hand. It was time to begin.
The scent of my perfume clouded my mind as I teased the downy hairs on my belly with my fingernails. Light strokes. Barely noticeable. Highly erotic. The bedspread covered my naked body (except the bra) to above my shoulders. It was warm and wonderful, though I knew I wouldn't need it for the entire night. My fingers roamed where my body needed. Belly. The edge of my bra's cups. Teasing my nipples. Up my throat to my mouth.
Ashley lay back taking in the sight of my body over hers. Her hands were clasped behind my neck and stroked up and down to encourage me. My mouth clasped to one of her nipples. "Ohhhh." My fingers caresses and massaged the other breast. Pinching her other nipple made her buck and scream.
"Wow!"
Pulling her luscious breasts together, I pulled both nipples into my mouth simultaneously. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer.
My fingers traveled the length of my torso to between my parted legs. Lightly, they brushed the tuft of hair surrounding my sex. Already, it was matted with the moisture of my excitement. As my fingers got closer, I could feel their heat before they made contact with my sex.
"Ohhhhhhhhh...."
I'd done this thousands of times, but it never got old. Feeling my fingers on my excited pussy always lead to more. More fingers. More wetness. More moans and screams. Naked in my bed, I was never the demure, young lady everyone saw. I was a sexual animal willing to take on whoever entered my fantasies.
"Oh, Kristen, God, yes. Please. Suck my tits. Suck them."
Ashley held my head tight to her breasts and trapped me with her legs. I wasn't complaining. However, I never anticipated that this little "wanna-be" would react so forcefully to my ministrations.
Breaking my soul kiss with her nipples, I reached up to kiss her on the mouth. Soft. Wet. I opened my mouth and her tongue came to me looking for attention. Our breasts met between our hot, excited bodies. Her nipples were warm and wet with my saliva. Their hardness felt wonderful against my own erect nipples.
Soon, I kissed my way down her neck, past her tits, down her belly and between her waiting legs. Her hot, open pussy waited for me. I looked up at her. Her eyes said everything I needed to hear.
"Please."
One finger slid from just below my clit to the bottom of my lips. Back up to my clit. Around and down. "Mmmmmmm." My sex was warming up like a choir. Soon, it would open up and shout a wonderful song.
Slowly, I inserted one finger. Oh, the feeling of something inside of me always makes my toes curl. Something warm and wonderful that you know is meant only to bring you pleasure. Finger. Dildo. Cock. Tongue. At that moment, I'm not real picky... as long as I benefit.
The musk of her sex was more enticing than the perfume I wore. It permeated my mind and induced even more passion. Her pussy opened up like the blooming flower it is. Open. Wide. Inviting. My tongue slid between her parted lips effortlessly.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Her moan grew the farther I pushed. The farther my tongue penetrated her, the louder she got. The louder she got, the tighter her pussy felt. The tighter her pussy, the more she thrashed on the bed.
My hands slid up her flat belly to her pert, luscious breasts. The fingers wrapped around them and caressed her nipples. Dark. Hard. Just touching them caused Ashley to shout louder. I put my fingers to her lips and she sucked them in hungrily as though they were their own sexual organs. After a moment, I pulled them from her lips and traced around her nipples again, leaving a trail of her saliva to lubricate the trail and make her even more sensitive.
With one hand stroking my pussy, my other hand massaged my breasts. If anyone had walked in, they have seen me spread eagled under the covers with my hand deep between my legs and my other hand between my rock hard nipples. With fingers pulsing in my wet, hungry sex, I brought each of my nipples to my mouth. I'm not one of those girls with gigantic breasts, but since I was seventeen, they've been big enough for me to do this. Extending my tongue, the smooth underside bathes the rough, textured areola and I quickly flick the hard tissue of my nipple. I then give them a quick kiss.
I'm big enough to get them wet with my tongue, not suck on them myself. Helps you appreciate having a partner in bed to do it for you.
"Cum for me, Ashley. Cum for me, baby."
She moaned and thrashed and rode my tongue for the longest time. It wasn't that I was doing anything wrong. She just enjoyed it that much that she didn't want to cum. "It would be over then."
Finally, she raised her butt in the air and shook it in front of me. She wanted me to play with her ass.
Grabbing two pillows, I placed them under her butt to raise it. She pulled her legs back and I placed one hand on her pussy to keep stroking her clit. Just like I'd done with her sex, I extended my tongue between her cheeks to circle her anus.
"Fuck, yeah. Fuck me, Kristen. I love it."
Usually, I don't play with a girl's ass, but this made her so excited that I had to go further. I just closed my eyes. Slowly, I pushed. Actually, I thought I'd go in just a little bit and pull out. Nope. Before I knew it, her cheeks were tight against my face. My tongue danced inside her ass as I ate her. She thrashed and gyrated like I was electrocuting her.
My fingers danced on her clit too. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Side to side. Up, down.
"Oh, god, Kristen. Eat me. Fuck, yeah. Eat me."
The dirtier she talked, the more I wanted her. The more I wanted her, the harder I worked. I knew she'd cum for me. I had no doubt. I wanted to feel her anus contract around my tongue. I wanted to feel her pussy twitch against the fingers I slipped inside when they weren't on her clit.
I was going to make her to orgasm if it meant me physically sucking it from her.
With that, she exploded.
It took a moment for me to catch my breath. It wasn't as enormous as I imagined Ashley's, but when I have the tiny orgasmic explosions, I know more are on their way.
I threw back the covers to reveal my naked body. "Too hot." Sweat had broken out. So, I lounged in all my glory. Wet. Partly satisfied. I needed more.
I got up on my knees and gathered my pillows at the head of the bed. Taking my dildo from the nightstand, I lowered my head to the bed of pillows and kept my ass in the air.
The tip of my dildo lightly caressed the soft folds of my pussy. I was still excited from my last orgasm and not ready for everything... but I would be soon.
Ashley lay with her head against my breast. I held her close. Coming down from orgasm is always much more intimate when you have someone to hold you and caress you.
Finally, she looked up and said, "Thank you."
I blushed. "My pleasure."
She looked down at my naked body and said, "Nope. Not yet. That's my job. Get up."
She hand me on all fours as though she were going to "do me doggie style" then had me lower my head to the pillows on the bed. She scooted between my legs and lowered my pussy to her hungry mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Ashley!"
Her hot tongue shot fire between my lips and directly to my chest. Even if it turned out that she couldn't eat a girl out, just feeling her tongue was worth it. Like bath water that's too hot, I jumped, but forced myself into it. Oh, fuck. It was wonderful.
Her arms wrapped behind my ass and her hands palmed my cheeks. I was feeling open and vulnerable. Up, down. Up, down. I was involuntarily moving back on her tongue. God, this felt so good. I wanted her to take more. I wanted her to taste all of me.
Concentrating on my clit, for a moment, Ashley slid two and then three fingers inside my wet, open pussy. I offered no resistance. She'd already sucked that out of me. Just as I started getting used to her finger fucking me, she pulled them out and replaced them with her blessed tongue.
The fingers slid between my cheeks and teased my ass. She played. She circled. She even pushed a little bit. I never thought I'd think it, but I wanted her to do it. I wanted her deeper inside of me even if it meant her taking my ass. But I couldn't ask for it. She needed to take it.
My dildo slowly slid between my lips. Inch by inch I took it in. It reminded me of one guy I dated who wasn't that big but always felt like he reached through my entire body when he was inside of me. Not touching bottom, but touching all the right places. I was turned on from my pussy to my throat. Every nerve was on edge. Every inch was on fire. I was a vessel of sex, and I wanted to serve.
My head lay against the pillow, but I could feel everything else. My hair had fallen to above my head. My neck was exposed and adorned with only my string of pearls. Each of those strained deliciously against my neck as I thrust my toy inside of me. The cool air bathed my body. The arching back. The wanting thighs.
I could feel it all.
"Cum for me, Kristen."
Ashley had gotten behind me and taken my dildo and slid it deep inside my hungry pussy. Her torso melted with mine and as lay against me. She was "doing me doggy style"... well, as much as two girls can without a strap-on. Her hot breasts burned against my back. Her other hand, the one not holding the cock as she thrust inside of me, caressed my back and my arms. She even reached down to caress my clit.
I was an animal.
"Fuck me, Ashley. Fuck me so bad. I want you. Fuck. Oh, oh, oh..."
Her hand came up and she intertwined the fingers with mine. We held hands as we fucked. That's when she said, "Cum for me Kristen. Cum for me. I said I'm not gay, but if you cum for me, you'll make me gay. It doesn't make sense, but until a girl makes another girl cum, she's not gay. She can have all the girls in the world make her cum, but until she makes someone else cum, she's not gay."
It didn't make sense, but I didn't care. I wanted to cum for her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to make a fist while she held my hand and make her feel what I felt. If I was going to cum for her, I wanted her to feel al of it.
"Unless I'm gay, I can't come back. I can't fuck you again, Kristen. Don't you want that?"
I could only nod my head.
"I'll fuck you so good, next time. I'll get a strap-on and fuck you like my boyfriends always fuck me. So, good. I'd fuck you like my girlfriends fuck me, but since you're my first girlfriend, you'll have to wait. And I'll take your ass too, you dirty little girl. I could tell you wanted me to today, but you have to ask for that. You have to ask to be fucked in the ass. That way, I'll know you want it and will enjoy it."
Head swirling. Hearing most of it, comprehending only some. "Ask", "Fucked in the ass", "Strap-on", "Girlfriend".
"Make me gay, Kristen. Cum for me. Cum for Ashley. Make me like you. I want to be a lesbian. Show me you want me to fuck you again. Cum for me. Cum for me, sweetie. Cum for me."
Bright lights. Colors. Sounds. Heat. Warmth. All of it washed over my body as it paid tribute to Ashley and her sexuality. I lost the ability to talk, think, move and even fuck for a blessed ten minutes. Like a baby, all I could do was lay in the arms of the only one who cared for me at that moment.
She caressed me and stroked my hair from my face.
"Thank you, Kristen. Thank you."
Slowly, I regained my mind. Hard, violent orgasms take a while to recover from. All you can do is lay there and eventually realize that, no, you did not just die and go to heaven. Right after that realization, you recall why you like sex so much. The rush. The high. The satisfaction.
I slowly withdrew my dildo and put it to the side. "I'll clean it in a minute."
I just pulled the covers up and lay there in a ball feeling the afterglow of sex. Naked and vulnerable. Open and willing. It was just me.
Well, just me and Grandma's pearls wrapped lovingly around my neck.
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****************************************************************** --------------------------- | A word from the author | ---------------------------
Dearest Readers,
As Shelly and Kailen figure out the "what next" in their relationship, I wanted to thank you for your kind words about my stories. From the letters, I think I've managed to get more than a few people interested in 'bed time stories'.
If I've helped, I'm glad.
Due to my studies, Kailen's going on hiatus for some weeks. I'm not sure when she'll be back (probably late April/early May), but rest assured, I've got plans for her. Getting my midterms done, however, has a slightly higher priority. If you'd like to be notified when Kailen-10 is posted, send me mail to "msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com" and have the subject be "NOTIFY KAILEN". I'll send out a notice to everyone who sends a note with that subject (I love mail filters).
Again, thanks for the mail and the feedback.
Love, Kristen
Comments and suggestions are always welcome at "msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com"