Holly reached out and took her hand. “I love you Bil, you know?”
“I love you too Hol, always have done.” She stood and guided Holly out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. They kissed in the pale light of her bedside lamp and removed each other’s aprons, letting them drop at their feet.
“The dishes?” asked Holly, immediately cursing herself for once again spoiling the moment. Billy smiled and pulled her towards the queen sized bed.
“Look,” said Billy, pointing at pictures on the wall. The two naked girls knelt on the bed, laughing and giggling at the pictures, almost all of which contained Holly. Billy pulled her close and rested her head on her shoulder. “Don’t need pictures now I have the real thing here,” she said.
“They were great times,” said Holly distantly, touching one of them. Billy pulled the sheet back and beckoned her. Holly slid in and immediately felt the silky smooth texture of the material.
“This feels so exotic, these sheets, they’re like silk.”
“My Mum bought them for me when they bought this bed. Egyptian cotton.” Holly squirmed and shuffled closer to Billy, pushing her arm under her head to pull her tight against her chest. “Oh Holly, yes. I’ve dreamed about this for so long.”
Holly didn’t respond but simply took Billy’s face between her palms and kissed her on the mouth. The light from the little lamp shone through the girl’s golden hair and made her look angelic in the darkened room. The sheets smelt fresh, crisp, warming and so very sensuous against her body. She felt safe, loved and wanted in the bed, completely at home with her best friend in the world. As Billy kissed her back she felt the emotion rising and breathed in nosily though her nose. Squeezing her legs together she delighted in the wetness again, not caring at all whether she messed up the wonderful sheets. She kissed Billy’s forehead, then her neck and down slowly over her chest to her nipples. Very slowly she took a nipple between her lips and pulled gently, letting go then reclaiming it again before swirling her tongue around the raised teat. Billy’s hands grabbed her long dark hair and pulled it, guiding her while her other hand travelled up and down her back. Holly looked back up into Billy’s eyes as she moved across to the other nipple, repeating the loving attention and smiling as Billy opened her legs and allowed Holly to sink in between.
Billy wrapped her legs around her little friend’s waist and crossed her feet, pulling her tight against her body, trapping her so that Holly stayed attached to her nipple. She could feel the warmth of Holly’s stomach against her pussy and smiled at the feeling of closeness, wondering if it could be trapped and bottled up for when she had gone.
“You know what excites me most?” asked Billy. Holly looked up and then slid up to rest her head on the pillow. She smiled at Billy and kissed her.
“What?”
“Waking up next to you, just knowing that we were together through the night.”
“Oh god, I’ve thought that as well, like you battle through the dark hours together and wake up having shared something special.”
“Yeah” said Billy, “that’s exactly it.” Holly smiled and they cuddled for several minutes as they processed their own thoughts. “Oh, I was going to show you that video”
“Oh yes, with the pretty girls.”
“Stay here, I’ll get my phone.”
“Actually, I need to pee.”
“OK.”
Two minutes later they had snuggled back into bed and were lying on their stomachs with the phone propped against the pillow. Billy swiped past a few videos then touched one showing blurred faces.
“This was at a party about six weeks ago round at Steve Johnson’s house.”
“Oh, that looks like Jenny!”
“Yup.”
“Her hair’s different, looks good on her.”
“She had a demi-perm, extra curls and she let it grow long but still that reddish-blonde. Watch.”
The screen showed Jenny, a petite young girl who was then joined by a dark-haired girl with her back to the camera. Jenny pulled the girl onto a bed and kissed her hard.
“Oh my god, I would never have thought of Jenny doing that!”
“This is Steve’s parent’s room, they were out for the evening, thankfully.”
“Who’s the other girl?”
“She’s new, joined our class just after you moved. Juliette” The girl turned round and lay on the bed next to Jenny. She was gorgeous, like a model, with dark slightly curly hair that framed her face and small breasts that filled out her tight sweater to give a very feminine shape.
“Oh wow, what a body!” said Holly, still assigning the name Juliette to the girl in her mind.
“Just wait, it gets very, very hot.”
“Who took the video?”
“I did, they asked me to do it. There was just the three of us in the room.”
They watched another two minutes as the scene heated up and both girls lost their tops. Holly was immediately jealous of Juliette, her finesse and what looked like perfect breasts beneath her lacy bra.
“Bil, don’t you think it’s a bit weird, I mean, asking someone to video them?”
“Yeah, I do now but at the time it felt fine, like it was simple favor of someone holding the camera.”
“So who’s seen this?”
“They came round here about a week later after school one day and watched it. And there’s you.”
“That’s all?”
“Yeah, but I’ve watched it hundreds of times, if I ever lost my phone I would die! I’ve got the only copy,” said Billy. She leaned over, pulled Holly’s hair way from her ear and kissed her neck. “I love the video because she reminds me of you.”
“Don’t be dumb, this Juliette is gorgeous!”
“So are you. She has your nose, and similar shaped face. Plus you both have dark hair.” Billy shook her head but was delighted by the comparison. She shifted her foot over Billy’s calf and snuggled closer. “Stay there” said Billy, shifting around so that she straddled Holly and sat on her back. “You can keep watching,” she whispered as she started a slow, delicate massage of her friend’s shoulders.
“Oh, that feels so nice,” hummed Holly as fingers knead the flesh around the top of her shoulders and over to her neck.
“Watch this bit, when Jenny takes Jules’ bra off.” As promised, the scene showed Jenny lying beside Juliette and running her hand up over her thigh and onto the flat of her stomach, then it seemed that the bra popped open from behind just as Jenny’s fingers reached the cup and she slipped it off and to the side in what felt like a very practiced movement. The girl’s breasts were a work of art, crowned with pink nipples slightly darker than her breasts, erect but not huge. They refused to wobble whatsoever and Holly could almost sense what they must feel like as Jenny cupped one in her hand.
Billy slid back to sit gently onto Holly’s buttocks so that she could massage her lower back. She giggled when Billy leaned forward, brushing her nipples across her skin as she kissed the back of her neck. The video continued as Jenny now received attention from Juliette who had slipped her fingers deep into the girl’s underwear. It looked like Billy had then moved back a little from the action and shown the whole scene with the two girls stretched out and Juliette’s long, athletic legs begging for attention.
“They look good together, right?” asked Billy
“Yeah, I don’t think this was their first time.”
“Right. It’s funny, now every time we talk at school there’s no mention of this video, but I sometimes just gawp at her imagining what must be hiding in her jeans.”
“Does she know about us?”
“Not sure. Maybe but since you’re not there and it was before she joined then maybe not. Anyway, I have you so I’m not interested,” said Billy, sliding back again and grabbing Holly’s taut buttocks. “I love your bum.”
“It’s all yours, forever.”
“Do you still work out?”
“I run more tha
n I used to but not so much core work.”
“It shows, in your bum and your legs,” said Billy, sliding even further back and slipping her hands between the girl’s thighs. Holly parted her legs very slightly, aware that Billy now had an excellent view of her pussy. “Watch now!”
Jenny had taken Juliette’s jeans off and had pushed her legs back towards her head, revealing the crease in her knickers. With a huge smile, Juliette held her legs back and then rocked back slightly as Jenny slipped her underwear down to her knees. Kneeling a little she licked the girl from her asshole all the way up her vagina. The video shook and Holly looked round, questioning.
“I sort of fell off the bed when she did that.”
“What’s that little splodge on her back?” asked Holly.
“Oh shoot don’t let her hear you call it that. It’s her tat.”
“Of what?”
“A robin.”
“Huh.”
Jenny licked her again, focusing on her anus as Juliette began to tremble. Holly felt Billy’s fingers dragging at her buttocks, parting them and massaging the muscles as she became wetter and more aroused. Jenny was now doing the same to Juliette and Holly began to understand what Billy had in mind. She stared at the screen with eyes growing wider as the video moved in to show Jenny’s tongue lapping around Juliette’s pussy. Billy grabbed her midriff and pulled her upwards to expose her fully. She reached between Holly’s legs, took her right hand and pulled it back to her pussy, rubbing her as an indication of what she wanted.
“Play with yourself baby,” said Billy as she kissed Holly’s buttocks.
“Oh god!” hissed Holly as she felt along the slick length of her vagina. Her clit was soaked, slippery, a pleasure button between her fingers. Juliette had now opened her legs and pulled back even further on her ankles, offering her asshole to Jenny. Billy kissed Holly’s tight buttocks, edging closer to her asshole in sync with the little video. Holly knew that she had to either object right at that instant or go through with it. She knew she was clean, was convinced that Billy was going to lick her there not just because she wanted to but also because she hoped that it would delight her. She felt Billy’s hands on her inner thighs again, opening her legs even further apart so she shifted again, all the while teasing her pussy and occasionally dipping her fingers inside. The video commanded her attention both because she had known Jenny for many years and because Juliette was simply enticing. The new girl seemed to have a natural flair for being sexy and attractive without being slutty.
She felt Billy’s lips on her clit, competing with her fingers to pleasure her and then her tongue moved slowly down, past her vagina and so very close to her anus. Holly felt an immediate surge in the knowledge that her friend was going to lick her there, something that she had never imagined. Jenny went first, extending her tongue into Juliette’s asshole and the girl shrieked with pleasure, grinning and even coughing slightly as she shook on the bed. Holly pushed her fingers inside her pussy, just before Billy’s tongue found the little, dark pink opening of her anus. Holly whimpered and then groaned with the absolute pleasure, the wholly wrong attention from a girl’s tongue that pushed her close to orgasm.
“Come for me baby,” said Billy, licking her again and scratching her anus with her nails. She slapped Holly’s buttocks hard, making the girl squeal in surprise but also shimmer inside with the pure pleasure of the feeling. She buried her head in the pillow, only able to hear Juliette’s pleading and moaning but fully understanding what she must have been feeling. The surge echoed again inside her, shaking her while Billy kept up a constant rhythm of licking, scratching and teasing. Suddenly, it was all too late. She jammed three fingers into her dripping young pussy and just held them there. The orgasm exploded inside her and the last thought that she had was that she might poop herself with joy but then that simply didn’t matter and she rode the wave of bliss out into the darkness while Juliette screamed obscenities on her behalf.
Chapter 13 – Scenes from an Italian Restaurant
Harry was happy to be able to spend almost two hours on a presentation that he needed to give on Monday morning and he had assembled the pages in the correct order and tidied up the graphics by about six thirty when he realised that work on Monday meant he had a decision to make about Holly and her stay with him. His options seemed to be to either take her to work with him and let her roam around the town all day, or send her on her way with some food, money and his best wishes on Monday morning. Neither felt like a good solution and he was staring out of the window when he heard the bathroom door shut for what seemed like the one hundredth time. He couldn’t begin to think of what she could be doing, but he wasn’t going to wander up there to find out.
He saved the presentation to a flash drive then tabbed around his desktop, encountering the images of the young girls that she had critiqued earlier. It struck him immediately that Holly was prettier, happier, had a tighter body than any of those he had seen that day. He scrolled down slowly, pausing to analyse the image in the way that she had done and wondering why anyone would post images that were out of focus. His cock stayed still, unimpressed with the girls and he remembered that he had still not changed out of the shorts which had been covered in his come a few hours earlier. There was something naughty, arousing about having the evidence of his hand job still staining the inside of his shorts and matting his pubic hair.
Switching off the monitor he went upstairs and shouted outside the bathroom. “We’ll leave in about half an hour, but I’ll need a shower before we go, OK?”
“OK,” came the muffled reply. He went into his bedroom, shut the door and lay on the bed, wondering about what she might be doing in there, whether she was naked, maybe masturbating even. He recalled her breasts, those firm little wonders which he had felt in his hands as she straddled his lap, warm, delicate, almost edible. His cock hardened and he felt the hair tugging against his balls where it was stuck.
“All yours Daddy,” she shouted, directly outside the door. He coughed as his hand shot out from inside his shorts.
“Ok, thanks Hol!” he said as his heart rate peaked in his ninety-percent zone.
Thirty-four minutes later he was downstairs in his study when he heard footsteps above. He looked up at the highest stair he could see and waited for her to appear. A shoe, followed by two tanned legs, then a pleated skirt followed by a simple white blouse. Holly had arrived. She beamed at him and his obvious delight.
“OK?” she asked
He looked her up and down, then again for good measure, recognizing the clothes but not how she managed to make them look like a designer collection. Her hair was up but without being too formal, she looked spotlessly clean and the skirt gave her a pencil-thin appearance that blossomed out with her breasts and into the open neck of the blouse.
Her smile disappeared. “Say something.”
He shook his head. “I’m speechless, really. I don’t know what to say,” he said, smiling at her.
“So that’s good then?”
He nodded like a schoolboy. “Oh yes.”
They headed for the door where he wrapped a raincoat around her shoulders. She smiled at the courtesy and kissed his cheek. Grinning, he clicked the car remote and ushered her out into the chilly night air.
The Dickens Inn was a tourist trap, but it was known by those who frequented for its excellent service and discrete tables. They sat immediately, facing each other in a small alcove with a view out onto the water. The lighting was low but provided enough illumination to at least read the menu. He watched with delight as the yellow accent lighting glinted in her eyes and his thoughts turned back to the images on his PC. Her face was mainly lit from the left, with a hair light from the ceiling. If she had appeared on his screen he would have stared at her all night.
“Daddy, do you want to share a starter?” she asked.
He smiled at the continued use of the Daddy word and nodded at her. “Sure, what do you fancy?”
“Maybe the pate
and toast, the Terrine de Foies de Volaille?”
“Sure, sounds nice,” he said, wondering that on earth it was going to be. “I’ll have the steak I think.”
“I’m going to try the Seafood Tagine,” said Holly, closing the menu.
The waiter appeared and greeted them. “Good evening monsieur, Mademoiselle.” he said, taking Holly’s napkin which he opened and placed on her lap. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Holly?”
She looked across to him, unsure. “Daddy, can I have a glass of wine?”
“Sure.”
“Ok, do you have a medium white?” she asked.
“We have a very nice Chardonnay.”
“Something a little sweeter, maybe a Muscadet, or a Chablis?”
“Ah ha, the Muscadet would be what you want, a glass?”
“Yes please.”
“And for you sir?”
“I think I’ll have the same, could we have a bottle of it?” said Harry, taking the easy, least embarrassing way out in the face of her unexpected knowledge.
“Certainly sir.”
The waiter disappeared and they smiled at each other, happy with each other’s company. She took his hand, clearly conscious that by doing so she was no longer likely to be his daughter and the ‘Daddy’ title would suggest something altogether different. “Are you a regular here?”
“No, I’ve been here a few times, with clients mostly,” he lied, downplaying the treat and obvious expense. The only time had been their tenth wedding anniversary, eight years ago.
“It’s wonderful,” she said, squeezing his hand. Her little fingers laced easily between his own as they held hands across the table. She looked just like a model schoolgirl and he quickly realised as she tore off a piece of bread that she was exactly that. His heart thumped in his chest at the thought of her body, the breasts that were hidden just below the white blouse, the risk he was taking being seen in public holding hands and the grey cloud hanging over him that represented the decision he needed to make about Monday morning. He knew he couldn’t cast out such a vibrant, sparkly-eyed beauty into the winter weather to freeze just because it was Monday. He looked up quickly, his sudden shock confirmed that of course, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she didn’t have one. Her nipples gave a slightly darkened prominence to the blouse just where he expected they would be. The waiter returned just as he was thinking that he was way out of his depth with this one.
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