One day, my mum told me that I had to babysit for one of her friends. She told me that her friend, Christina, would go to Palm Springs (for those who don’t know about Palm Springs, it’s a city in California), and I needed to watch her two kids. I arrived at her home right after school so that she could leave without getting late.
As I sat down on the couch, she informed me that she had changed her plan. She had already sent her kids to her sister’s place for two days. She also said that she'd pay me since I was expecting the money for babysitting. Christina asked if I would like to join her for a glass of wine. Since it was my first time tasting wine, I became excited and agreed to join her. We went into the kitchen, and I sat down at the table. She poured a glass of wine for me. Then we began talking, occasionally taking a little sip.
"Don’t tell your mum that I have offered you wine," she laughed.
"Don't worry, my lips are sealed," I laughed too.
As I finished the first glass, she asked me for another glass of wine, and I couldn’t refuse her. Somewhere about the second glass, I didn’t know how and when the subject changed, and we started talking about sex. She asked me if I was a virgin anymore.
"Nope." I shook my head from left to right and vice versa.
Christina asked me when, and I told her that it had happened a long time ago. She didn't ask about the person; instead, she asked if I had a good time. I replied with a yes as my cheeks turned red. I told her it was really pleasurable, and I enjoyed it.
"When did you have sex, the last time?" she asked, taking a sip of the delicious wine.
"Yesterday, after school," I coyly replied.
I realized I wanted to talk about sex with her more. I wasn’t embarrassed at all. Maybe it was the wine or her friendly behavior that made me really comfortable.
She asked me if I would like to tell her more. After taking another little sip, I told her that I usually had sex with two guys after school.
"I bet you do," Christina grinned. "Who doesn’t want to be the boyfriend of such a beautiful girl?"
I blushed but liked the compliment. I could see she was interested in hearing more, and she enjoyed listening to me tell her about all the nasty things I did with the guys. I told her about the two guys who had fucked me after school, and I described every little detail. As I kept telling her about my experience, she responded with "Really" or "I bet that felt good" stuff that encouraged me to tell her more.
"Have you ever been with a girl, Stacey?" she asked.
"Not really," I said.
She paused for a moment and then said, "Let’s go to the living room; it’s getting hot here."
She led me into the living room while holding my hand. We sat down on a couch next to each other. After a few minutes of general conversation, she asked if I'd ever had a massage.
"Nope, my mum rubs my back and that’s all, but I have heard that it helps our bodies get relaxed."
"It’s true," she said, nodding. "Would you like one?"
It was going to be another new experience for me, and I didn’t want to miss it.
"Sure," I said.
Christina told me to lie on the couch on my belly, and she knelt next to me. She suggested I take my t-shirt off, as it would be easier for her to massage properly. Again, I wasn't sure if it was the wine or something else, but I slipped my t-shirt right over my head without any hesitation. Her soft hands began massaging my neck and shoulders.
"Since you’ve told me your secret, I want to tell you one of mine," she said, rubbing my neck and shoulders. "Are you interested?"
"Yes, I am," I responded with excitement.
She asked me if I wanted to hear about her most memorable experience with a guy. Since my head was lying on the couch, I couldn't move it freely, so I gave a little nod. Christina told me that she was eighteen when her boyfriend took her virginity. She kept telling me how he caressed her, massaged her breasts, passionately kissed her, and sucked on her tiny nipples. As she kept talking, I felt her hands on my back, consciously working her way to the sides of my bra and then to the back.
"This would feel better," she whispered as she unhooked my bra. "We're girls, so there's nothing to worry about."
I was so turned on that I was having trouble keeping my breathing steady. My pussy was on fire, and I wanted to touch myself badly! I felt her hands moving down my back to my butt. She gently stroked my ass cheeks over my pink skirt, then pulled it up a little. I felt my soft, shapely ass become fully exposed in front of my mother’s friend, who was twenty years older than me.
"I see that someone has forgotten her panties," Christina chuckled. "Are you sure that you fucked those guys yesterday and not today, before coming over here?"
"Noo!" I opposed. "I never wear panties except for the days of my period."
I felt her hands gently grip my small ass cheeks as she continued to tell me about how her boyfriend made her feel good. She told me about him licking between her thighs, and how he fingered her to a couple of orgasms. Christina placed her hands on each of my legs and spread them carefully. I felt her fingers closer to my crotch, and just about the time I expected her to touch me, she moved down.
"Okay, sweetie, the back is done. Now, turn over."
Are you kidding me? How could you leave when I’m so fucking horny and wet? I wanted to scream.
"We should go to my bedroom," she said. "It’s difficult to give a massage on the couch."
I understood where it was going. I wanted to play along, so I agreed without any questions. I walked into her bedroom, my hands covering my tits and stiff nipples. As we entered the room, she instructed me to lie down on the bed, which I did.
"Would you mind if I take your skirt off?"
I felt a little uneasy at first.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take off mine too," she giggled, sensing my hesitation. "We both are girls, so I don’t mind at all."
I looked at Christina as she removed her trousers and panties. Then she slid my skirt down my ankles and laid them next to me on the bed. My heart was pounding like a drum. I hastily placed my hands to cover up my exposed pussy. I had forgotten that my tits were now on full display in front of her. She laughed again and gently drew my hands away from my perfectly shaved mound.
"What a beautiful pussy you have, Stacey!" she exclaimed as her thumbs gently rolled over the fleshy mound of my vagina.
She told me to close my eyes and think about happy thoughts. Hell, the only thoughts I had were pleasant and nasty sexual thoughts! All I could think of was how many times I had enjoyed an orgasm the day before. In the meantime, Christina started by massaging my feet, then my toes, and finally the bottom of each foot. Then she kissed my right ankle, gradually working her way up to my right thigh.
"This is called a lip massage," she said as she continued rubbing my right leg with her fingers and gently kissing me.
Soon she worked her way up to my hips, and her fingers began to glide all over my body. She would rub my belly once in a while and then brush her fingers over my plump pussy mound. My breathing was becoming harder, and sticky pussy-juice oozed from my slit.
Christina worked her way down my right arm until she reached my hand. She kissed my palm and sucked on each finger. She started kissing my neck and forehead. I wanted to rub myself, but I didn’t want to do that in front of her. She planted a sloppy, wet kiss on my lips. When I opened my mouth, her tongue licked mine. A soft moan escaped my mouth as our tongues entwined. Christina leaned over me, slipping her top over her head and unclasping her bra. Her massive, slightly sagging breasts brushed up against my smaller, plump breasts. Her darker areolas and nipples rubbed against my lighter pink areolas and nipples. She did the same thing with my left hand. I gazed at her as her tongue moved closer to my left tit and began licking it in a circular motion. As she made the circle smaller and smaller, her lips got closer to my erect nipple.
Just as I thought, Christina would kiss my left nipple; she moved away from it and did the same thing to my right breast. She kissed me down between my breasts and to my belly. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my clit when she tongued my belly button. She abruptly grabbed my hand, pushed it away from my clit, and placed it by my side.
"Don’t start it so fast, horny girl!" she exclaimed.
It felt as if she had complete control over me. I had no choice but to obey her. Then, Christina straddled my legs and leaned over. I felt her huge tits getting squeezed against my thighs and her wet kisses inside my inner thighs. I spread my legs more, giving her enough room. My skin was tingling, and I could hardly breathe. All I could think of were her lips, so wet, so soft, and so wanting.