CHAPTER 4
Cheese came over as soon as Vel drove her car back into the driveway. As soon as she walked in, Vel rushed up to her and cried. Cheese held her in a comforting hug. “What’s wrong?” the buxom neighbor asked.
“Cheese, I’m so awful. I did all kinds of unmentionable things this morning. Shawn and I, we… Well, I’ll just be blunt about it. He was getting my attention when that somehow turned into him dry humping me between the legs. We were practically fucking! I don’t even know how he restrained himself. It was so like he was fucking me doggy style that I can hardly believe it. It was horrible!”
“Was it really?” Cheese asked as she comfortingly stroked Vel’s cheek. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy it? I can’t even express words on how good it made me feel. That’s what so horrible. I have no control! And it’s so wrong, but I only realize that after the fact.”
“Vel, remember this is for Shawn’s medical benefit. You’re not just doing this willy nilly. This is for his medical benefit. Repeat after me: medical benefit.”
Vel was hesitant, but Cheese nudged her, and she grudgingly said, “Medical benefit.”
Cheese realized that Vel needed more reinforcement than that, so she launched into a long lecture about the importance of helping Shawn. By the time she was done, Vel was convinced she was performing a sacred and noble duty. But still she felt worried because of what happened between her and Joanna. She wasn’t comfortable talking about it with Cheese because she was also feeling strange feelings toward her best friend.
That crisis averted, the two of them went down to the basement gym for their daily exercises. They remained focused on their exercises while they did them, but during breaks they would talk and gossip. Lately, it was mostly about Shawn, and such talk had been growing increasingly arousing and detailed. For instance, the day before they talked extensively about the beach trip on Sunday. Cheese still kept secrets, such as how she’d allowed Shawn to stick his penis in her vagina while playing in the waves, but even without such details the stories got them both hot and bothered as they mentally revisited the experiences together.
The exercising inevitably got them quite sweaty, so they took showers afterwards. But lately the showers had turned into very prolonged masturbation sessions. With two showers in the house, Vel would get in one and Cheese in the other and they’d take twenty or thirty minutes relishing all the arousing things they’d talked about. That now was as much a part of their daily ritual as the exercising, even though it was unspoken. Vel, in her sexual denial and naiveté, imagined Cheese had no idea that she was masturbating at these times. Cheese of course knew exactly what Vel was doing, but didn’t want to embarrass her further by mentioning it.
As the two women didn’t need to work for a living, they had a lot of free time on their hands. Previously they had spent a lot of it going out and socializing and playing tennis or bridge with other women, but lately they’d been spending more time in. For both of them, more and more of that time they had their fingers or something else in their pussies, or Shawn’s penis in a hand or mouth. Cheese was using her egg dildo more often as well. She was a bit disappointed that so many weeks had gone by and she still wasn’t fucking Shawn, but overall her plan to the seduce the whole Chen family was proceeding nicely.
So this was their “exercise routine” and they followed it again today. The only difference was that Cheese was wearing a cut off T-shirt instead of her usual spandex top. And cut off it certainly was: it was cut almost like a bikini top, with all of the bottom half of her boobs hanging out below the fabric. She’d never worn anything like it before, but she figured it could only help to keep Vel horny.
The topic was Shawn, as it usually was lately. They discussed the previous night’s fashion show for a long time. Taking a break from the expensive exercise machines, they reclined back on adjacent machines. Cheese marveled, “Shawn really outdid himself yesterday, didn’t he?”
“He sure did,” Vel replied with fond remembrance. “The chart shows nine times! But I only assisted him for four of them,” she added somewhat bitterly. “I wonder who else was helping out.” A disturbing thought popped into her mind. “Oh dear! I hope he isn’t still masturbating himself all alone! I keep telling him not to do that.”
“‘Only assisted him for four of them?’” Cheese repeated Vel’s comment, chuckling. “My, my, someone here is getting awfully greedy for a certain handsome young man’s penis. And today you’re keeping him all to yourself. Remember to share and share alike, or you’ll have a revolt on your hands.”
“Okay, okay,” Vel said, smiling at her own stubbornness. “But please humor me on Tuesdays.”
“I do, but between your monopolizing of him and Hui Shan unfortunately getting in on the picture, I’ll be lucky to get a couple licks in a day, so to speak,” Cheese said.
“Hui Shan getting in on the picture?” Vel asked quizzically. “She did get pretty involved with the fashion show, but she’s not THAT in on the picture when it comes to his penis. You’ve forbidden her from joining in the cocksucking.”
“I did forbid her, but she was surprisingly disobedient last night. Do you know what I saw as I walked out of the house? Hui Shan and Shawn were in the living room alone, and she was sucking his magnificent tool! I think it was the first time she sucked him to orgasm, and it happened right in front of my eyes. I don’t know what to do about that girl.”
“Mmmm, that sounds nice…” Vel said dreamily, as she imagined Hui Shan naked and sucking Shawn, and then imagined that it was herself instead of Hui Shan doing the sucking. “Hui Shan is a good kid…” She closed her eyes and unthinkingly ran her hands over her own spandex exercise outfit.
Cheese was even more obviously focusing on her own boobs and crotch as she ran her hands over herself as well.
Both of them felt the frustrations of not being able to reach everywhere their hands wanted to go through the tight fitting clothes, especially compared to the open access clothes they were almost always wearing now. But Vel wasn’t ready yet to blatantly masturbate herself in front of her friend and Cheese let Vel set the pace. Cheese’s loose cut off T-shirt gave her excellent access to her own tits, but she refrained from reaching under the shirt, for the moment.
Vel said more seriously, “Cheese, do you think maybe we’re corrupting our children? I completely agree with what you said about the supreme importance of stroking and sucking him every day, but there are side effects. I mean, what happens to us old broads doesn’t really matter, but having the girls help Shawn out might be warping their normal sex lives.”
“I think you just don’t want to share Shawn with anyone else,” Cheese responded, half seriously.
“No, that’s not true. His happiness is my happiness. But consider: since Shawn began his treatment, he gave up his interest in Christine, and he seems to have no interest in asking anyone else out. And Joanna used to date almost every weekend. There was a whole line of guys wanting to go out with her, but she hasn’t gone on one date with a guy in weeks! And I know Hui Shan isn’t even allowed to date after what happened last year, but will she even want to, now that she has Shawn to play with? All three could graduate from high school without dating at all anymore, the way things are going.”
Cheese said reassuringly, “I think they’re just going through a phase. At first I was upset last night at seeing Hui Shan getting physical with Shawn, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I realize it’s a good thing. She has to discover sex sooner or later, and who better to teach her than Shawn? Unlike most other guys, we know he’ll go slow and be gentle and understanding. He certainly won’t rape her like Jack Johnson almost did. I guess trying to stop her from becoming one of his cocksucking helpers was like trying to stop the tide. I can’t really blame her for disobeying, after all the things she’s seen at this house. And as for dating, I’m thinking: what if Shawn dated Hui Shan? If you think about it, it could be a pretty good match.”
“Hmm.” Vel pondered the idea. “You know, you’re right. They’re clearly attracted to each other, and there would be nothing ‘funny’ about it. But what about Shawn and Joanna? They have totally unnatural, deep feelings for each other! What am I going to do about that? If Shawn goes out with Hui Shan, that might create big jealousy problems with Joanna. I think she wants him in a very unsisterly way! He feels the same way too, I think.”
Cheese interjected, “You think? What gives you that impression?” She sounded serious, but she rolled her eyes at the fact that this was only now dawning on Vel.
Vel didn’t notice the sarcasm, and continued, “It’s true! Just think for instance how Shawn was rubbing his hands all over Joanna at the fashion show. I really shouldn’t have allowed that. And did you see that bunny routine Joanna did? Was that just an act? It’s like she actually wants her brother to have sex with her!”
Cheese was incredulous that Vel would have any doubts whatsoever that her children wanted to fuck each other, but she kept a straight face.
Vel continued, “But when I try to keep the two of them apart in some situation like that, Joanna just thinks it’s because I want to monopolize Shawn for myself. So I have trouble being strict, ‘cos I don’t like being a hypocrite.”
Cheese didn’t have any quick answer to that, so Vel kept talking. Despite the problems being discussed, Vel felt increasingly horny, and cupped her boobs with both hands as if she was afraid they would fall out of her tight spandex outfit. “And it gets even worse! Today Shawn couldn’t get a hard-on at breakfast. For the second time, that is. Lordy. The first time was great since I got to swallow his load.”
“Tell me all the juicy details. Was that before or after he dry humped you? Relive it for me. Make me feel like I can taste his cock on my tongue.”
“That’s not important now. … Maybe later.” She broke her serious mood to briefly smile as she said, “Definitely later.” She knew that she and Cheese would relive every moment in great detail, and momentarily lost her concentration as she stared off into space thinking about doing that.
Then she got serious again. “Anyways, the thing I’m trying to say is that he couldn’t get hard. You know how important it is he gets pleasured in the morning so it can be spread throughout the day - he really needs it twice before school. So I tried everything, even though Joanna was sitting there only a few feet away! I’m so shameless. I wore that nightie you just bought me, the see-through one, and I was bending and twisting my body every which way. But nothing seemed to work.”
She paused. Should I go ahead and tell her about everything I did with my daughter? Cheese is my best friend. We don’t keep a single secret from each other. I have to tell her. She can help me with her usual good advice. I really need to know what to do.
She closed her eyes but kept on talking. “Finally Shawn suggested that if I kissed Joanna on the lips that would make him hard. So I reluctantly did so, and it worked. Especially since we were both naked by then. But at what price? I was shocked - Joanna really got into it. She was running her tongue all inside my mouth even as she ran her hands all over my naked body. What kind of respectable mother lets her daughter do that? And I figured it was okay since I don’t care to kiss women, but I’m afraid Joanna may be bisexual. I never considered she might be before, but lately I don’t know…”
Cheese was very surprised but pleased at the new revelation. She could hardly contain her excitement as the implications sank in. Score a home run for the Cheese plan! Vel’s falling into my hands through her daughter, and the brilliant thing is I didn’t even set this up. I’m going to have to thank Joanna in a big, up close and personal way for this later. Vel is going to become an all out bisexual. I can tell. She’s a natural nymphomaniac, just like me.
On the outside, Cheese kept a level facade. She advised, “Don’t be hard on yourself, Vel. It’s true that things have gotten very sexual in your house, but that’s only to be expected. By the way, did you suck on his penis after the kiss?”
“Hmm? Oh yes. I did. Mmm.” She closed her eyes and was transported in her mind back to the experience. “I even stroked him during the kiss! Can you believe that?” She added in a whispery voice, “God it was so good. But I’m so bad. I feel so terrible. I almost was too ashamed to tell you. What should I do?”
Cheese advised, “Remember what I told you to say earlier: medical benefit. This is for Shawn’s medical benefit. You yourself said the kiss was essential for him to get hard. Think how he would have painfully suffered during school if you hadn’t thoroughly drained his penis first. I don’t think you’re focusing on the importance of pleasing his penis nearly enough, if you’re still having these doubts. I want you to stick your fingers in your mouth and suck on them as if it was his meaty shaft. That’ll put you in the right state of mind to think about this issue.”
So Vel obediently stuck three fingers in her mouth and sucked. The task came easily to her, as she had her fingers in her mouth a lot lately, while constantly fantasizing about sucking Shawn off. She did this a lot in her lonely moments, but she’d never done it in front of another person. All the practice on her fingers was greatly increasing her sucking endurance. It seemed lately that she was either sucking Shawn off, masturbating about sucking him off, talking with Cheese about sucking him off, or working on her sucking endurance with her fingers. That seemed to take up a majority of her day.
Cheese wasn’t sure how well Vel was listening now, but she continued over the sound of slurping, “How many families have a son with a problem like Shawn’s? If they did, they’d be facing the same issues. I don’t think we realized all the implications of his treatment when this started. But now that I understand the situation a little better, I have to say I’m impressed with the resolve you’ve shown.”
Vel wasn’t exactly showing a lot of resolve at the moment - she’d taken to sucking her fingers like a fish to water, and was barely able to comprehend Cheese’s words and she thrust the fingers into her mouth like Shawn was straddled over her and fucking her face.
But still Cheese pressed on. “I think a lot of mothers, maybe most mothers, would have quickly completely given in and begun fucking their sons immediately. But your ‘bend but don’t break’ strategy appears to be working. I have a friend who’s Armenian, and she says that when she was growing up all the women like her did everything and anything except straight sex with guys, including blow jobs and anal sex, so they could preserve their virginity for marriage. And it’s a system that works, ‘cos it’s part of the culture, and guys respect that. The further they allow guys to go, the easier it is for the man and woman to keep their virginity, because both sides are having pleasure. So I think it’s the same with you and Shawn. As long as you don’t actually have straight intercourse with him, the rest is okay, and in fact is great in helping his problem. Remember that: the further you go with him, the less you’ll have to have intercourse to be satisfied.”
Vel apparently had been listening enough to understand, and took her fingers out to speak. “Thanks,” she said, “your words always make me feel better. You’re saying I should actually let him fuck my tits and fuck me in the ass?”
“Yes. The more you let him have his way with your body, the less he’ll need to fuck your pussy. Paradoxical, isn’t it?”
Vel put her fingers back in her mouth and nodded as she thought, Oh yes! I’ve been holding out from even giving my tits to him, but Cheese says that’s selfish of me. I should let him fuck my tits. He NEEDS to fuck my tits. I can’t even imagine how good it would feel to have his big hard schlong filling up my cleavage and ramming his hardness into my chest. But anal sex? I don’t know. To have him fuck my asshole? That seems so very improper. I mean, one has to have limits. Imagine if he could just grab me at any moment and throw me down on the table. He’d bend me over and shove his big jackhammer monster up my teeny tiny asshole. I don’t know… That could really hurt. But Cheese says I have to do it. I HAVE to. I have to give him my tits and my ass. I must give myself over to him completely. I’m just a sex cow. It’s not my place to think or say no. My place is just to get FUCKED! Yes! Fuck me, Tiger!
Cheese watched with amusement while Vel pumped her fingers in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed. The idea of being allowed to get fucked in the tits and ass was so exciting that Vel lost all sense of propriety and completely forgot about Cheese until she reached climax.
She cried out, “Oh!” and in seconds realized that she wasn’t alone but that she was still with Cheese, and that she had four saliva covered fingers deep in her mouth. She shamefully pulled them out and hid them behind her back, but her mind was still fogged with the excitement of new possibilities.
She tried to push many naughty thoughts from her mind, even as she fought against slipping her hands underneath her spandex outfit. She made an attempt to resume the conversation. “Uh. Where were we? What was that you said? Something about bend over but don’t break? I like that. But what about Joanna?”
Cheese acted as if nothing had happened and pretended that she’d been looking away the whole time. Vel let herself believe that Cheese had failed to notice the climax.
Cheese turned back and said calmly, “Same deal. As long as she and Shawn don’t have actual intercourse, then the rest is okay. Can’t you see how their physical intimacy brings them closer together? Can you even remember the last time they were sniping at each other? I can’t. They’ve so close and loving now. You can see how Joanna’s eyes light up whenever she sees him?”
“Mmmm hmmm.”
“You remember what Caelist said about the importance of Shawn not chafing or abusing his penis. Nothing is easier on the penis than soft tit mounds, properly lubricated. That’s as true for Joanna as it is for the rest of us. And it’s not like she’s missing out on some great guy. All her dates before were bozos anyways. She’s not going to meet a serious guy until college. Shawn will be moving on to college in less than a year, so both of them will be dating others soon enough, no matter what happens in the short term.”
“That sounds reasonable, I guess….” Vel imagined Joanna naked and bent over the dinner table, and Shawn behind her, feeding inch after inch of his long penis into her butt hole. In the vision, Joanna screamed out in both agony and ecstasy while Vel herself stood in the kitchen wearing just her apron, looking on like a proud mother. The idea drove her crazy with desire. She further imagined laying on the kitchen floor in front of both of them, sticking her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks, and saying, “Now, you two, don’t forget to tend to your mother!”
Cheese snapped her fingers, bringing Vel back to Earth.
Vel thought, and then said imploringly, “But what about Joanna and me and the kissing?”
Vel didn’t seem to notice that Cheese had finally snuck a hand up under her loose T-shirt. She was now obviously pinching her own nipple with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. The movement was very subtle and through the fabric, but it was there. Cheese was encouraged by the fact that Vel’s view of her was blocked by parts of the two exercise machines between them. She just couldn’t stand still when her best friend was burning up the room with sexual heat.
Vel’s imaginings returned to the idea of bending over at a ninety degree angle, and having Shawn shove his penis right up her ass. When she wasn’t thinking about that, she imagined his penis in her mouth so clearly she could almost taste it. She would have happily gone back to fucking her mouth with her fingers but for the need to speak.
Cheese on the other hand, while delighted at the prospect of being profoundly anally penetrated by Shawn, was more excited by the immediate sight of Vel. She wanted Vel bad. She’d been holding back on making any moves on her best friend, but she couldn’t hold back any more. Her mind schemed how she could at least get some action with Vel without scaring her away and tearing down weeks of progress.
CHAPTER 5
Cheese finally came up with a plan. She stopped fondling herself momentarily and returned to and repeated Vel’s question, “What about Joanna and me and the kissing?” Then she answered with a question of her own. “When she kissed you, did you enjoy it? For instance, did you put your tongue in her mouth?”
Vel was silent for a while. She thought back to the kiss, and unconsciously began roaming her hands over her body in imitation of what Joanna had done to her just an hour or two earlier. Finally, she admitted, “Yes. Yes I did.”
Cheese was very pleased at the revelation that Vel enjoyed kissing her daughter on the lips. She said, “Don’t be shocked, but I think that’s perfectly okay. I’ve kissed many women on the lips and found it lots of fun. It’s not a lesbian thing; it’s just a friendliness thing. Of course normally you don’t want to do it with your own daughter. For instance, I would never kiss Hui Shan like that. But you have to remember you’re in a special situation, doing it for a good cause. His medical treatment. So the situations aren’t comparable. I think that if Shawn is flaccid again and asks you to kiss Joanna so he can get hard, you should agree. Guys really get sexually excited at women kissing each other, and you should use that fact to help him out.”
“I was thinking that too, but I wasn’t sure if it’s the right thing to do. I’m so glad you agree. You’re such a great help. But you don’t think it’ll warp Joanna’s development?”
“Hell no! Women kiss each other on the lips all the time. I would kiss you on the lips every day just as a greeting, except that you’ve been so conservative. Think about some of our friends, like Julianne or Angela. They kiss me and each other on the lips sometimes to say hello or good-bye. Everyone just avoids kissing you like that because it’s obvious that would make you uncomfortable. But it’s totally common. It’s just being friendly.”
“Really? I kind of thought so, but I wasn’t sure. Do Julianne and Angela even have prolonged kisses and roll their tongues around inside each other’s mouths when you kiss them?”
“Sure.”
“If that’s so, then why didn’t you kiss Angela like that when she came over to play cards the other day?”
“Friends like Angela avoid doing those longer kisses when you’re around, ‘cos they know how frigid, um, I mean, uh, conservative you are. Or have been, anyways.”
Vel was getting more and more horny, and said, “But Angela has such big boobs!” even though that had nothing to do with kissing. Vel imagined feeling Angela’s boobs. She rubbed her own boobs over her spandex suit more overtly, as if she was feeling up Angela.
“Yes she does,” Cheese replied, a bit confused at the connection. “But the point is, just because women, even big boobed women, kiss like that, that doesn’t mean they’re lesbian. It just means social norms are different for women, depending on their upbringing. Just like if you go to a Muslim country like Turkey, you’ll see guys hugging each other and holding each other’s hands as they walk down the street. That doesn’t mean they’re gay; they just have different ways of expressing friendliness.”
While Cheese was being factual about Turkish guys from having been there, she was making up the part about their friends doing any more than lightly kissing each other on the mouth. But she was ready to say just about anything in the hopes that it would get Vel to kiss her, and soon.
“Really?” said Vel in wonder. “I’d heard that about guys in some Muslim countries. That’s weird. Do you think there are women with huge jugs like Angela in Turkey?” She was rubbing her boobs with both hands most vigorously now, as she imagined Angela in Turkey, getting gang banged on a busy street by a dozen Turkish men.
Cheese didn’t answer the silly question. Suddenly Vel realized she was expected to keep the conversation going, and asked, “But am I really that frigid? I’m sorry about that. It’s funny how someone like Angela would be so shocked at what I’m doing with Shawn even while she thinks I’m frigid for not French kissing her.”
“I’m the one who should be sorry for calling you frigid,” Cheese said very apologetically. “You’re far from frigid these days, obviously. But there still are effects from your small town upbringing, even after all these years. Like the fact that you don’t even know how women kiss here in Southern California.”
The idea of Vel being frigid seemed positively ridiculous the way she was carrying on and rubbing her chest, not to mention her wholehearted devotion to cocksucking lately. But Cheese realized that there was still a part of Vel that was very moralistic and very religious. Vel really did consider any lesbian activity as something beyond the pale and expressly forbidden by God. Cheese knew that what she planned next was a very big and pivotal step. She took her hand away from her crotch to take another swing from a bottle of water.
She said, “You know, you’ve made a lot of progress, and I think you’d agree that your life is much the better for it. But you could stand to loosen up a bit more. You still have a phobia about physical contact. Relax. Try kissing another woman. We’re in the very open minded and liberal California, even if this is suburban Orange County. Everybody does it. It’s no big deal.”
Vel was thoughtful now, and nervous. She said, “Thanks for your patience. I know I’ve been tough on you, like when I’ve gone to the beach all covered up and with an umbrella to boot. But I’m trying to change, really I am. Let me… Let us… try kissing. On the lips. If that’s what the others do, I want to be one of the gang too.”
Vel was already sitting close to Cheese, but she brought her face in even closer. They stared right into each other’s eyes. Vel’s nervousness doubled. Even the normally cool Cheese found her heart pounding with nervous anticipation.
Cheese was also understandably delighted. We’re going to really kiss? Damn, why didn’t I try this line of argument years ago? I’ve been desiring her for YEARS. Actually, upon reflection, had it not been for these weeks of her sexually opening up with Shawn, she would never have agreed to this. I still have to bring her along bit by bit.
On the outside the wily neighbor remained calm. “Okay, that would be great. Like I said, it’s just a sign of affection, especially when people greet. Just stand up, and I’ll kiss you like you did with Joanna earlier.”
Cheese kissed Vel once on the cheek. Then she kissed her on the other. “See? It’s easy. You rarely even do this much with another woman. Give it a try.”
Vel kissed Cheese’s cheeks, several times. But then they paused for a painfully long time. Both again stared into each other’s eyes again with trepidation. Cheese was well aware that what would happen next was a big step that would permanently change their relationship. Even Vel in her erotic fog had glimmers that this might be the case.
“I don’t know…” Vel said doubtfully. “Is this really … proper?” Her mouth was no more than two inches from Cheese’s and getting closer.
Cheese answered encouragingly, “Sure it is. There’s nothing to it.” Their mouths continued to draw nearer ever so slowly, but the movement was unstoppable, like two magnets. The kisses so far were nothing much, but in getting in position for the kiss Cheese embraced Vel, and that drove their remarkable racks together. Their boobs rubbed against each other, facilitated by Vel’s slick spandex top and Cheese’s nearly nonexistent T-shirt.
Their lips finally met, and Cheese kissed Vel’s lips as both kept their mouths closed. That seemed to overwhelm Vel a bit, and she pulled back. Again, for a minute, both just stared into each other’s eyes, as if in disbelief of what they were doing. But Cheese couldn’t take the tension any more. She decisively planted her mouth over Vel’s and firmly held on. With her hands on the back on Vel’s head, she held her friend’s head in place and kissed her firmly. She should have been more gradual, but she impatiently stuck her tongue into Vel’s mouth and began exploring. Vel passively let Cheese do what she wanted. But she made no active movements herself, like someone in a complete daze.
Slowly but surely Vel responded in kind, and Cheese dropped her hands to her friend’s shoulders. The kiss went on for about a minute.
When it was done, Cheese pulled back a bit and said, “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Vel was even more stunned than ever before. She was stunned by just how much she liked it. When Cheese put her mouth firmly on her own, she felt tremors of excitement all through her body. The nerve endings in her pussy quivered, just as they did with a nice goodnight kiss with Shawn. Then the kisses just got better and better. It made the earlier kiss with Joanna feel like child’s play, because on some deep, deep level Vel had been desirous of her best friend’s incredible body for ages, and now both of their long held, forbidden desires were coming out through the kiss. It was more than electric. Both of them had to stop and catch their breaths.
Finally Vel asked, “Women greet each other like that? Isn’t that kind of… sexual?” That was a gross understatement.
“Sure. All the time. You know, maybe there is a little bit of passion in it, but the fact is we live in a society where the men make the rules. And men like a little bit of a sexual charge between women. So this is considered very acceptable even while men are too chicken to hold each other’s hands. Imagine two guys French kissing each other to say hello! Totally absurd. But that’s how our society is. Double standards.”
“Yeah. I guess. Funny how that works.” Vel was still reeling. The lightness of their conversation didn’t match the heartfelt intensity of the kisses. It didn’t help her concentration that Cheese’s face was still inches from hers and their boobs still pressed into each other. Cheese surreptitiously rubbed her own boobs in slow circles against Vel’s, as if she was constantly adjusting her posture, trying to find the best grip for her hug. Her cut off T-shirt had long ridden up her chest, so the only barrier between them was Vel’s slick spandex.
Vel’s rock hard and very sensitive nipples frequently brushed against Cheese’s nipples. Because Vel’s nipples were so very sensitive, she could hardly cope with the deliciously delightful feeling this caused. She loved it even more than the kiss.
Cheese suggested, “Next time we meet, let’s greet with a kiss, like other women do. It’ll feel more normal the more we do it. Why don’t we practice it again? I’ll stand back and pretend to walk into the room. You kiss me like we’ve been doing it for years.”
“Okay.” Vel was so sexually overheated that she was just relieved to have Cheese’s body pull away from her own momentarily. It was like stepping away from an open furnace.
CHAPTER 6
Vel’s relief was only temporary. Cheese pulled her T-shirt over her nipples, walked back ten feet, and pretended to knock on and then open an imaginary door. “Hi girlfriend! How’s it going?” She walked forward.
“Hi Cheese!” Vel said in mock surprise, as if she Cheese had truly and unexpectedly just entered the room. Cheese kept walking forward, then suddenly and boldly grabbed Vel in a tight embrace and planted her lips on her friend’s mouth. She immediately began tonguing, and even dipped Vel back a bit. Vel again replied with her own tongue, but more actively and passionately this time.
After another minute Cheese stopped the kiss and pulled back. “It’s going well,” she said, answering Vel’s nearly forgotten question. “How are things on your side?”
“Good…” Then Vel broke from her acting role. “Do women really truly kiss like that? It just seems so passionate. What if my husband Ron saw us kissing like that?” Vel’s brain was fogged, especially because Cheese still held her in an embrace, and Cheese’s big melons rubbed against her own in distractingly delightful ways.
Cheese answered, “If he saw a kiss like that, he’d probably get horny and give you a good fucking later that evening. Oh wait, I forget I’m talking about Ron.” They chuckled. “Most guys would get horny, anyways. That’s probably why guys encourage this kind of thing. And it’s more fun that just saying ‘hi,’ you must admit.”
“Yes, but it was just so emotional. And passionate. I just can’t imagine this is how women normally kiss. I mean, like you and Angela. I can’t even picture how your two faces can meet in the first place with all the big tits getting in the way. When you kiss her, do you feel shivers down your spine? Do you feel tingling down in your… Well, tingling all over your skin? Doesn’t it make it hard to even think when she’s got her beach ball-sized tits pressing into your chest, rubbing her remarkably long nipples all over your own soft, white mountains? … I mean, how can you just casually greet someone like that?” Vel was getting herself quite worked up thinking about Angela and Cheese together.
Cheese was lying when she said she kissed Angela on the mouth, but she replied, “Kissing Angela isn’t that different from kissing you. Your tits are nearly as gargantuan as hers. Same as mine. You and I are both prime centerfold material. You may deny it in your endearingly sincere modesty, but that’s just a fact. Bodies like yours and mine and I’m sure Angela’s are designed for pleasure. Our tits, our lips, our pussies, our hands - every inch of us has more nerve endings than the typical female. We’re so sensitive. Maybe that’s one reason that we’ve become such good friends, because we’re kindred spirits. You know, when Shawn puts his hand on my ass cheek and strokes it, that’s enough to make me want to cum, right there.”
“Me too! I love it when he touches my ass. That’s my favorite. But that’s partially ‘cos I’m afraid to let him get near my tits and especially my nipples because they’re just so sensitive. I can get off just by pinching my own nipple.” Vel demonstrated by pinching a nipple right there, and while it didn’t get her to climax, that was only because she’d climaxed recently.
Cheese unconsciously reached under her T-shirt and pinched a nipple as well. “Yes. See what I mean? So that’s part of it. There’s going to be more electricity just because of our bodies. Call it a blessing or a curse. But more than that, this is a new and scary experience for you, so you’re excited and charged up with tension. That’ll pass. Think about kissing you husband when he comes home from work. Even if you kiss him on the lips, it’s no big deal anymore, right?”
“Yuck. Don’t remind me of that loser.” The unpleasant thought caused her to pull her hands off of herself.
“Sorry, but the point is, that’s how it’ll be with other women when you get used to kissing them. You and I need to practice more so that next time Shawn asks you to kiss another woman you won’t be all frazzled and excited.”
“You’re right. This will pass. I couldn’t handle the intensity if every kiss was like this, thank God. It’s even better than kissing Shawn! This will pass. Yes. You’re always right. What a friend.”
Cheese continued, “Note also that I said ‘hi girlfriend’? You ever notice how women call each other ‘girlfriend’ but guys never call each other ‘boyfriend’? That’s another example of how our society likes a certain amount of low-level lesbianism. It’s titillating. Boy, Shawn will be really turned on when he sees us kiss each other!”
“He will? … You’re right, he will!” Vel realized delightedly. “Cool! I have to be a better kisser for Shawn. I think we should definitely practice this some more.”
Cheese and Vel practiced kissing right then three more times, Cheese pretending to leave and reenter the room each time. Cheese’s cut off T-shirt was up around her shoulders more often then not, and rubbing their tits together were as much or more important for both of them as the kissing.
Vel realized that Cheese was a much more talented kisser, and bemoaned her own lack of skill. “I’m sorry I’m such a bad kisser. Kissing Ron is like kissing a dead fish. I just never got into it.”
“No worries,” Cheese said reassuringly. “We’ll practice this until you get really good. Shawn won’t know what hit him when you kiss him goodnight tonight. Then he’ll learn from you and become a better kisser, and all your kisses will be better. If it helps you, just imagine that my tongue is actually Shawn’s penis, deeply penetrating your mouth. Treat it gently with your own tongue. Put your growing cocksucking skills to use. Then switch roles and imagine that your tongue is his penis, and my mouth is one of your wet, dripping holes.”
“Oooh!” Vel squealed with delight. “That might help. Let’s try again!”
They kissed some more, and this time Vel was much, much better. Cheese could hardly believe how good it felt.
The rest of the morning, whenever one or the other would leave the room to go to the bathroom, answer the phone, get a drink, or whatever, they would greet each other again with a passionate kiss. Then spent the rest of the day doing their usual things (Vel would work on household chores and Cheese would help out just to be friendly. Cheese had a maid so she had even more free time than her friend). But pretty much the whole time they discussed Shawn, and sex, and sex with Shawn, and generally stayed as horny as could be. So each kiss grew only more passionate.
The last hour Cheese was there, the two of them sunbathed in the nude in the back yard for the second day in a row. That gave Cheese a couple of opportunities to “greet” Vel again while both of them were completely in the buff. By that time both of them wanted nothing more than for Vel to get her spandex top off so they could thoroughly grind their naked tits against each other. They did so for many minutes, often continuing to work their chests into each other even while pausing between kisses.
Cheese used Shawn as a lever to get Vel to do more intimate things without really realizing it was lesbian activity. For instance, as they were about to start another kiss, Cheese said, “Kissing is even better if you stroke the ass. You know, like in slow dances. Imagine that my hand is Shawn’s hand, and that I want to ‘get your attention.’”
“Okay.”
Cheese clenched Vel’s butt and held on for several minutes as they kissed. A second hand soon joined on the other ass cheek As they came up for air, Cheese asked, “Is that how Shawn does it? We have to make this very authentic.”
“No. He’s more active. He roams his hands all over like he owns my ass. He puts his hand in my ass crack. And he even puts a finger right up my asshole!”
“You mean like this?” Cheese stuck a finger right up her anus, and Vel moaned quite loudly. Then she attacked Cheese’s lips with renewed vigor.
When Cheese finally left the house to run some errands a couple hours later, the two were kissing each other with very intimate familiarity, as if they really had been doing it for years. They didn’t bother to put any clothes back on either, after the nude sunbathing. Though it went unstated, they wanted to be naked when kissing. Vel absolutely loved how her hard nipples pressed into Cheese’s soft flesh, and Cheese’s nipples did the same to hers. They reached a point where they openly played with their nipples, circling them around each other’s in all kinds of ways.
Cheese was sorely tempted to stick her fingers into Vel’s pussy and go all the way, and she was sure Vel’s defenses would easily crumble. But she thought, I’ve been fantasizing about Vel’s body for years, even though I was in denial most of that time, so I can wait a couple more days. We’ve made so much progress today; I shouldn’t push my luck. Gotta keep the eye on the bigger prize. It’s better if Vel buys this “friendly greeting” story until she’s kissing everybody with abandon. Then I’ll go for the kill. I have to make her a total sex slut not just with me, but with everyone here.
Cheese also wanted to rub their bushes together, but she thought that too would go too far for one day. But several times she opened up her legs and let Vel put her leg between her legs. That caused the outer part of Vel’s thigh to rub up against Cheese’s furry bush. Cheese slid her body up and down a bit, as if she was scratching an itch against Vel, but that’s as far as it went.
Of course when Cheese finally made to leave they had to kiss yet again, even though they’d done it at least two dozen times already. Standing next to the underwear cabinet in the front entrance way, Cheese pushed her luck and kissed Vel for nearly five minutes. Breathing wasn’t a problem: Cheese could breathe through her nose to keep going, and Vel was ably learning how.
As she’d been most of the day, Cheese was the aggressor. But Vel was a very happy and willing victim. Cheese ran her hand all over her friend’s back and even her butt. Especially the butt. Vel’s hand movements were unfortunately still more restrained, and her exploration of Cheese’s butt more tentative. Similarly, Cheese led the way in grinding her pussy onto Vel’s thigh. Even though both of them were dripping in juices, they pretended they weren’t, and both pretended they never came, even though they did, often. This was because Cheese was playing along with Vel’s self-deception that they were merely kissing and not engaging in near all out sex standing up.
When the kiss finally ended, Vel leaned against the wall, panting, with Cheese still pressing her tits hard into her. As she caught her breath, she said, “Now don’t tell me women regularly kiss good-bye like that!” But she was deliriously happy, not accusing.
Cheese finally disengaged. While walking to the underwear cabinet she said, “No, but I figure you need all the practice you can get. Your husband is as bad a kisser as he is a lover, it seems. I can’t help it if we’re both good kissers.” She put on her bra first and then a blouse. But then she stopped, still naked below that.
Vel slumped down the wall and sat on the floor, nearly too overwhelmed to move.
The two of them just looked at each other happily from across the small entrance way for a moment or two. There was a deep love in the way they gazed at each other.
Finally Cheese stood up. “I’ll see you later. I can’t wait to see Shawn’s face - and his penis - when he sees us kiss!”
“I can’t either!” Vel said happily, still sitting naked on the floor.
“And just think when you can practice your new kissing skills on him.”
“Yeah…” Vel said, staring out into space, imagining the scene. The electricity of their first kiss had hardly faded at all with later kisses. Vel was delighted to bring that kind of firepower onto Shawn, thanks to all she’d learned. But then the thought came, “Hey, wait. That’s against the rules.”
“Oh, right.” Cheese figured she’d pushed Vel far enough in one day, so didn’t press the issue much. But she said, “No kissing. Except of course your goodnight kiss. You can show what you learned then.”
“Oh yeah. You’re right.” Vel was delighted.
“And remember that the rules are up to you. The more you do with him, the less you’ll need to have intercourse. Bend over but don’t break, as you so colorfully put it.” Cheese smiled as she recalled Vel saying that, and that made her also recall Vel stuffing her mouth with her fingers.
Cheese finally put on her panties (making sure to give Vel a nice show of her pussy as she slowly lifted her legs), then a pair of pants. She opened the front door, and walked out of the house.
Cheese was content to pretend for the moment that they were merely practicing kissing, but it was obvious to anyone who could see (except for Vel in her self-denial) that the two of them had begun a torrid lesbian relationship. That made Cheese very happy. Her friendship with Vel had always been partially based on a physical attraction, and she could hardly believe this was happening after being friends for over 15 years. As she walked home she thought, If I only would have known, I would have started this kissing weeks ago. It’s perfect because kissing seems so innocent, but in fact it’s so passionate. This is going to destroy the last of Vel’s defenses for sure. Then we’ll all be one happy orgy family.
Vel still sat in her front hallway, naked. Her earlier worry that she was going too far sexually was long gone. Several hours of erotic talk about Shawn certainly helped drive her worries away, but the kisses erased her doubts even more so. Her fears about going to far with Shawn or her daughter were replaced with a newfound conviction that it was her utmost responsibility to go farther with both, if Shawn desired it for his “medical treatment.”
Cheese’s kisses were so distracting for Vel that for once the idea of sucking or fucking Shawn wasn’t constantly in the forefront of her mind. Instead, she pondered women and what it would be like to “do it” with a woman.
But eventually she came back around to the more immediate idea of Shawn and what might happen when he got back from school, since it was a Tuesday. She knew he would be home soon. She went to her room to masturbate to pass the time until he arrived. But this time, instead of just dreaming of Shawn, she fantasized a threesome with herself, Shawn, and Cheese, all pleasuring each other. She was in heaven.
CHAPTER 7
Back at school, lunchtime finally arrived for Shawn. That meant two unusual appointments for any student: an orgasm administered by his teacher Peggy, and the task of painting the pussy lips of the cheerleader Esther. If my friends only knew… he thought, for what seemed to be the millionth time in recent weeks.
When the fourth period students had all filed out, Shawn said to his teacher, sitting on the edge of her desk, “Sorry Peggy, but I’m sure I can’t get it up today. My penis is reaaaally hurting. There’s just no way.”
“I like a good challenge,” she responded. “Let me see what I can do with it.” She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close until his legs interlocked with hers.
“No, please, really. It’s not that I can’t get it up, it just hurts too much.” Actually he probably could get it up, and it didn’t hurt terribly badly, but he figured he needed to save himself for after school. His mother at breakfast had sounded extremely keen about helping him later, and he didn’t want to let her down on a Tuesday.
“Oh. Bummer.” Peggy was very let down. “We’ve been doing some fun role plays lately. I was hoping we could do something like that today. And to be completely honest, I’ve been hoping and longing that I could be with you more than just during these lunches. You say you can’t see me after school this week, and you’re penis is all worn out, probably from overwork. Tell me, young man, am I competing against a whole battalion of women or something?”
“No. It’s not like that at all. For one thing, you know I’ve been grounded. And, okay, obviously you’re not the only one. You know that. But I want to spend more time with you, too. But it’s taboo for you and I to meet outside of school even when I’m not grounded, so our options are so limited.”
“Now, just a minute. Who says we can’t meet outside of school? That’s a social rule, but rules are meant to be broken.” She rubbed her hands against his chest as she talked.
“But if you and I were caught in an intimate position couldn’t you lose your job? And what about your boyfriend?”
“Well, there is that. Damn. Don’t remind me. I honestly don’t care much about the boyfriend any more. The thrill is gone. My thrill, now, frankly, is with you. He and I are going through the slow process of breaking up. It’s a bit messy and slow because we share some big possessions. But I don’t want to lose my job. Realistically though, we’re in more danger of getting caught here at school than somewhere else. Somewhere else, first off someone would have to recognize both of us, and I look pretty different when I’m not all dressed up in my school teacher garb. Then they still would have to prove it to some school official, which they may not want to do or be able to do. Whereas any school official could walk in here any minute. You know there are master keys that work every door.”
“There are? Oh shit! And that doesn’t bother you?”
“It does. But the odds of someone like that coming in here during lunch are astronomically small. Unless rumors start spreading, that is, and I keep my ears to the ground and know those better than anyone. But maybe it would actually be safer to meet sometimes outside of school. What do you think? You could go to the beach, and I could just happen to wind up at the same beach. Wouldn’t you like to meet the real ‘Surfer Girl’ in the flesh?”
“Would I ever! What a great idea. But beaches are so crowded, and full of people my age.”
“Not all beaches are crowded. And everyone at this school just goes to the couple of closest beaches. Travel a few miles north or south and you never see anyone you know. Believe me, I do that all the time, and I know. I could chart it on a graph, the odds of running into someone. I’m thinking in particular there’s a nice nude beach a ways from here. I surf there a lot and have never seen a single soul from this school there. There are big cliff walls making it really hard to reach, but it’s really beautiful.”
“Sounds great,” Shawn said, delighted. “I think I might just ‘happen’ to go there real soon. I can borrow the car most any time.”
Peggy couldn’t resist pointing out, “You must be the only kid in a family as wealthy as yours to not have your own car. But in any case, when can we do it? How about this weekend, or even sooner?”
“Shucks. Can’t. I’ve got a Boy Scouts hiking trip all weekend long. And I’m grounded by my mom all this week, like I told you already.”
“Young man, you really are avoiding me, I’m starting to think. And don’t think I’m not mad at you just because what you’re doing to my boobs.” As a kind of consolation prize to make up for the fact he couldn’t get horny at the moment, Shawn had started fondling Peggy’s tits under her blouse.
“No, really. You know how into the scouts I am. Or at least have been. I’m kind of losing interest now that I’ve discovered women. But what about next weekend?”
“That’s so far from now!” Peggy whined.
“But this weekend I have the scouting thing, and we can’t really do it on a school day, or it’ll be really rushed. We could do it next Saturday and spend the whole day together on the beach.”
“I’d like that,” Peggy said, thinking. “Okay. What a busy man you are. Nearly two weeks from now. I can hold out that long. I’ll have a special surprise for you, so don’t come all pooped out like you are today.”
“Cool. But just ‘cos I’m pooped out doesn’t mean we can’t do anything today. We can still kiss and stuff. And I’d like to make you happy.”
“Young man, you’re such a thoughtful lover! I can’t believe you’re only a high school senior. But don’t just kiss and play with my tits. Not that I want you to stop, mind you, but there’s so much more. You’ve got a lot more erogenous zones than just the penis. Let me show you a few things.”
“I know some of that already. I’ve learned a woman has seventeen erogenous zones, and I try to work on them. When I first started getting blown and stroked, I would just lean back and enjoy. But now I try to give as good as I get and roam my hands and mouth all over those zones.”
“You do. That’s one reason why I love to suck your penis so much. And I’m sure that helps explain your sudden superstar popularity with the women. But you’re missing out of some of the very best zones! Most importantly, you have yet to lick me down there. Since your penis isn’t up for much, I think today is a great day for you to work on that.”
“But Peggy. I’m kind of, I dunno, kind of grossed out. I did it once before a couple of days ago, on Friday in fact, with an Asian woman. She had very sparse hair down there, but ugh! Even still. Pubic hair. Gross.”
“Hey. How many times do you think I’ve gotten your pubes in my nose in the last week alone? You get used to it, and then you learn to love it. As your teacher, it is my obligation to teach you what to do. The female population of this town will love me for it if I do,” she said half jokingly. “And if you refuse, then I’m just going to have to spank you instead.” She said this completely seriously. She enjoyed giving and receiving spankings, but especially giving them.
“Okay. But let’s take this slowly, alright? Tell me what to do.”
So Peggy instructed Shawn on how to please a woman with his tongue. She was an excellent teacher, and made learning fun. Shawn wasn’t too comfortable with his face down there in the juices and hair, but she cracked a lot of jokes and put him at ease. He kept telling himself that with all the countless blow jobs and hand jobs he’d benefited from, it was the least he could do to prefect this new skill. He said to himself, Come on, man, if there’s anyone with a moral obligation to learn how to do this, it’s you. Payback time for all the pleasure you’ve been given. Come on! So he kept at it.
He wasn’t good at it at all, and didn’t take to it like a natural pro as he did with some other sexual things. He enjoyed stimulating clits, but he considered them to be in a dangerously hairy zone, so he didn’t do that as much as he otherwise would have.
It took about five minutes, but he finally did get Peggy off. He was greatly helped by the fact that she was already quite aroused before he started. She came mightily, and her pussy juice dripped down his chin as a result. He didn’t particularly like all the fluid on himself, but he didn’t complain. He did like the smell of Peggy’s pussy though. He looked forward to closely inhaling its fragrance more in the near future.
Having recovered from that, Peggy said, “Now it’s time for your reward for a lesson learned and job well done. Normally I would have loved to suck you or even deep throat you, but you say you’re not up for that. So I’m going to show you just how much pleasure I can give you without touching your oversexed penis. Take your shorts off, because I consider your balls and ass fair play. If there are seventeen erogenous zones on a woman, then there must be an equal number on a man and I’m going to find them all right now.”
Peggy just about did find all his sensitive spots. She focused on his nipples, armpits, ears, toes, balls, and more, devouring all of him with her mouth like a hungry beast. Her hands were very active too. Shawn felt like she was a giant spider on top of him, because it was more like she had six arms instead of two.
His penis grew very erect, but she maintained her promise not to touch it. At least she didn’t touch it with her hands or mouth, but it did rub all over her body as she constantly repositioned herself over him and around him. She seemed to delight in running the hairs of her pussy over his penis as she slid up and down him. She had a furry bush, not at all bristly. He decided that, licking or not, he wanted to spend a lot more time in and around her crotch. Petting her fur alone felt great.
When she was done, Shawn quipped, “Peggy, that was glorious.” Shawn was on a kick about the name Peggy lately. When he was around her he like to say things like glorified, gloriously, glorification, blaze of glory, crowning glory, and so on at every opportunity. He was even using these words and phrases during her class. Whenever he did, it was a shocking jolt that reminded Peggy about what they did during their lunches.
As he left her classroom, he thought to himself, Dang, I wish I wasn’t grounded so I could be with Peggy after school too. Not only have I had a crush on her forever, but if I only knew all the things she can do to a body! Hot damn! I would have failed out of school just fantasizing all day. And now it’s a dream come true, but too risky. We can’t get together as long as we did today every lunch or even any lunch. It’s too dangerous. But it’s so addictive.
Although they’d done a lot of things, they didn’t spend much time on them. There still was about twenty minutes left in the lunch period. He still had his appointment to paint Esther. He hurried out, calculating that it would be better showing up late than never.
CHAPTER 8
While Shawn was busy with his teacher, Kim, Sera, and Esther had already arrived at the unused theater room a few minutes after the start of lunch. Joanna would have liked to have been there, but she decided that more people might just make Esther more nervous, and furthermore, she should steer clear of any potentially sexual situation involving both Shawn and those not in on their secret. Esther’s private parts were mostly painted black already; only her pussy lips still needed painting. The plan was that Kim and Sera would use the first ten minutes to get Esther aroused so her pussy lips would engorge and spread wide so Shawn would find them easier to paint. Joanna figured things might get a bit dodgy if she was there.
When Kim entered (using a secret knock and password), Sera already had Esther naked from the waist down. Esther’s cheerleader skirt was up around her waist, tied by a string. “You’re just the person I’m looking for,” Sera said to Kim, as the two of them undressed. “Esther doesn’t find this situation at all arousing, so she’s going to need some help. As our resident dyke, do you mind letting your fingers do the walking?”
“Not at all,” Kim said, delighted. She put her lunch bag down and got on her knees before Esther, who was sitting on the edge of the stage. “Esther, may I?”
“I know we agreed it might come to this, but…” Esther said reluctantly.
“But what?” Sera replied testily. “How else are you going to get aroused, if you’re unwilling to put your own fingers in there?”
“It’s just I’ve never had a woman touch me there before,” said Esther, red faced and embarrassed. She was truly frightened.
“I think you’ll find it’s as good or better than the touch of a man,” Kim volunteered. “And much better than your own fingers, because you never know what they’ll do next. Here, let me show you.”
Kim began working her fingers in and out of Esther’s pussy. But more than five minutes went by and nothing happened. Kim was having a really tough time getting Esther turned on. It didn’t help that Sera just stood there, arms folded like a disapproving teacher. Sera was annoyed and made unhelpful suggestions. Finally, they heard the sound of Shawn’s knock on the door. He was quite late, but they still had about twenty minutes.
Sera let him in after hearing the special knock and secret password (“Picasso”). Shawn was somewhat impressed with her daring - she opened the door wide for him while standing in the buff. True, it opened into a little-used hallway, but there was always the chance someone else could come by.
Shawn was panting because he’d run from Peggy’s classroom to the theater room. He had a bit less than twenty minutes left in the lunch period, and he was determined to make good use of every second. “You’re looking fine,” he commented. “Don’t you worry about getting caught?” He walked in and she closed the door without even hurrying to do so.
“A, don’t I always look fine? And B, no. I never get caught. Plus, I know you’re not a fool and you’re not gonna have me open the door with someone else close by. Duh.”
Shawn thought, Dang. She DOES always look fine. Especially today, for some reason. She’s practically at the Vel-Cheese level. And what a tan! I didn’t realize a good, all over tan and such flawless skin could be such a turn on. But I don’t want to feed her swollen ego even further. While Shawn was thinking of a reply to her remarks, his attention was diverted by a sight beyond Sera. Kim was still going at Esther’s pussy on the other side of the room.
Esther looked up in horror at the sight of Shawn. She tried to cover up her naked pussy, but could hardly do a good job of it with Kim probing its depths. She thought, Oh dear God! I can’t let Shawn see me like this! But there was nothing she could do. She cried out, “Please! Don’t look at me!”
“What’s going on here?” Shawn asked. He averted his eyes from Esther, but knew that couldn’t last for long if he was to paint her privates.
Sera explained, “Kim is trying to get Esther’s pussy lips to get engorged, but she’s not having much luck. She’s been at it for at least five minutes.”
“Oh,” said Shawn, drawing nearer. He stole a glance at Esther and was momentarily struck by how odd she looked, wearing a cheerleader top but only painted on underwear below. “Esther, what seems to be the problem? I would think anyone’s body would react naturally to that touch after a while.”
“It’s just that I’m so nervous and scared,” Esther said shyly. “And, to be honest, it takes something romantic to get me excited. Not just brute force.”
“Hey, I resent that,” Kim complained.
Shawn answered, “Well, it may have come out wrong, but she has a point, Kim. It would be different I’m sure if you were kissing her and caressing her, but since it’s lacking that, it seems so impersonal. … Esther, do you think it would help if Kim kissed you, too?”
“Maybe, but I really don’t want to be kissed by a girl. I think that would just freak me out even more.” Her body actually trembled in fear and embarrassment.
“Hmm.” Shawn thought out loud, looking at her now. “I know: what if I kissed you?”
Esther practically leapt at the idea. “Yeah! That would be much better. I’m so much more aroused by a man. This lesbian stuff, I just don’t go for that. Would you be willing to help me?”
“Any sacrifice for art,” Shawn joked. “Sorry Kim,” he said, taking her place.
Shawn got down on his knees, since Esther was in a semi-sitting position at the edge of the stage. He began kissing her tenderly on the face. He spoke between kisses to get her in a romantic mood. “Esther, you’re so beautiful. Any man would be so lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I’ve already admired you from afar, even though I didn’t know your name.”
“Really?” she said, surprised and pleased. Her nervousness was rapidly fading away, although the fact that Kim and Sera were watching her every move still rankled her.
“Really.” He had scoped out and lusted after all the cheerleaders. He kissed her on the mouth once, and again. Soon they were necking passionately.
Esther thought, Now THIS is a guy who knows how to kiss! I thought my boyfriend was good, but Shawn… Oh my God! So good! … Oh, but I’m naked from the waist down! And Kim and Sera - I wish they’d stop staring like that!