“So you fucked him!”
“No, Hol. No. It’s not a reward. It was the discovery that someone at last wanted to talk to me, to educate me, be with me. That’s why I think what you have is so very special. It has made you special, a beautiful person.”
“He was your first?”
“Yes, he was. He was so very gentle with me, took as much time as I needed. He went out of his way to show me that not all men are total bastards.”
Holly sighed and grinned. “Yeah, that would be my Dad for sure.”
“And Hol, when I saw the look of total pleasure and happiness on his face I knew it was more than just me giving him sex. That look made me feel whole, like the piece of the puzzle had at last been granted to me.”
She looked over at Jules and reached out to her, dabbing at the tears that streaked her cheeks. “Come here,” she said, gently, watching Jules’ eyes light up as she opened her arms to her, beckoning her. They sank into the pillow, inches apart and Jules leaned towards Holly, pursed her lips and kissed her gently.
“Thank you Hol.”
Her heart leapt at the kiss and the warmth of the girl’s lips. “Shh. We should sleep,” she replied, hoping they wouldn’t.
“Can I cuddle you?” asked Jules as Holly turned out the little light. She looked back and felt a surge of lust shoot through her stomach as the sight of the gorgeous girl greeted her. She smiled happily and nodded.
“Of course, just don’t snore, OK?”
Holly turned away from Jules and felt the girl spoon into her, a little warm hand sneaking around her and under her t-shirt. It came to rest on her stomach and stayed there. This was becoming the most wonderful habit, two beautiful girls in the same number of nights. At Billy’s place they must have got no more than three hours sleep, if that. It had been two in the morning when they got into the shower together and that had taken about thirty blissful minutes. She smiled, covered Jules’ hand and considered what Jules had said. She had maybe under-appreciated what her parents had provide for her and on balance thought that the three of them lived together happily, just as Jules had observed. Her mother’s habit of using god to justify everything was declining which meant people seemed to find her more approachable these days. Something for sure had happened over the weekend which seemed to have been the final nail in the coffin. She grinned at the vocabulary she had used both in the car and when she discovered Jules. She took hold of Jules’ hand and snuggled back a little towards her, hopefully signaling that all was well.
The silence in the house was broken a few minutes later with laughter, then footsteps on the stairs. Holly knew her mother was coming up with her father, and from their footsteps her mother was leading the way. They stopped on the half-way turn and she heard happy, playful giggling. Footsteps passed by their room followed by the sound of her parent’s door closing.
“I think your Dad told her,” whispered Jules as she jiggled behind her for emphasis. Holly could hear the smile in her voice and nodded.
“Maybe you’re right.” Jules’ hand was warm, inches from her breasts. A smacking sound came from her parent’s room followed by a raucous laugh.
“Oh my!” said Jules.
Holly listened, immobile in case the sound of the sheets drowned out a sound. She thought about Jules’ honesty policy and wondered if her mother had said anything to her father, either about the religion thing or whatever she did on Saturday night. She had been a new woman since Sunday morning and her father would have surely noticed. The creaking sounds started less than two minutes later.
“Oh wow,” said Jules. “Are they always this noisy?”
“I’ve never heard them before actually.”
“It’s a good sound Hol, it’s a happy house.”
Holly laughed. “That’s what Billy said. Exactly what she said!”
“Your Dad’s on top,” said Jules as though she had a hidden camera in the room.
“Jules, you dirty bitch!” said Holly, laughing at the comment.
“Betcha!”
Holly rolled over to face Jules but couldn’t see her in the dark. She sensed where her face was from the warmth of her breath and the dip in the pillows. “Is that what he did with you?” said Holly, shocked that she had even thought about asking that sort of question. It was none of her business and she didn’t need to know.
“After a while. He was so patient, so careful. He knew I was sort of broken when it came to men and sex.” Holly nodded but kept silent, not wishing to fish further but fascinated with the mechanics. The creaking continued, rhythmic, steady, experienced.
“He was on top. He tried to enter me but I was so afraid. I kept thinking that I would be useless, that I would feel too tight or too loose, or dry. I wondered what would happen if I was hopeless at sex, if after all those comments from my Dad about it being the only way I would survive, that I found out that I was simply bad at it. That I couldn’t even work in a restaurant if I didn’t kneel down and open my mouth. Hol, your Dad asked the right questions, let me take my time.” She giggled a little then said “and got me wet, then put me on top.”
Holly leaned forward, seeking out her forehead and simply kissed her then held her a little more closely.
“I could see his face from above and he looked so mature, so respectful. He held me tight, guiding me as I took him a little way inside. Then he let go and the rest was up to me. I took him all the way and just rested, but Hol, the feeling was like nothing ever before. And when I looked at him again, it was like all my fears, all the shit that had been drilled into me over the years had gone. It was all about me, everything he did helped me to enjoy the moment. I came twice while on top. You can’t imagine how that felt, and the look in his eyes was the ultimate reward. Pure passion, dedication to the most important event in my life so far.”
Holly kissed her again but found some of the narrative disturbing and wanted to remind her that she was talking about her father. She relaxed though when Jules kissed her cheek unexpectedly.
“Then I rolled over on to my back and your Dad got on top again. He asked if I was safe and I said yes. This time he entered me hard and pushed me back against this wall. I just hung on to him and rode him, feeling him shaking and somehow I knew he was about to come. Afterwards we just lay there, quietly. Hol, it was utterly amazing to feel a man lying on top of me, spent, happy.”
“That’s when you made the stain.”
“Yeah, probably. Sorry. Hey, Hol, do you mind if I take this nightie thing off, I never sleep with clothes on.”
“Huh, nor do I. I just thought I ought to be decent, you know, first date and all that,” joked Holly, slipping her t-shirt over her head. She sensed Jules removing the nightie and then heard it land on the floor over by the door, just before they heard sound of her parent’s door and then the bathroom light switch. Holly thought that Jules’ story was hot. She tried to imagine her father coming inside her but too many parts of the picture were missing. She had seen a couple of videos of people ‘doing it’ but wasn’t in the right crowd at school to be included in sexting or any other standard method of attracting a boy. She imagined Jules lying right there on the bed, her legs wide open and her pussy wet and ready. She wondered if she was shaved like Billy. She grinned, thinking that she had run the razor over her own pussy not two hours ago when she had a shower, taking the tiniest hairs off that had grown since Billy had shaved her. Her heart thumped as she judged that the single act of being shaved by Billy was by far the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her in her whole life. She turned over towards the door again, away from Jules. If she had been alone she would have masturbated furiously and shamelessly to a mental replay of sitting on Billy’s bathroom sink, her legs wide open and Billy crouched in front of her, concentration on her face as she touched the folds of her pussy. Instead she wriggled back towards her guest until she again felt the warmth of her body against her back. The house fell silent again and they slept.
Chapter 19 – All Right Now
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“Harry, let’s go, but shush, the girls are asleep,” said Lydia, grabbing her night-shirt. She was naked, flushed, with several red hand marks across her backside. She grinned at Harry as he rolled off the bed.
“You better hurry, you’re leaking everywhere girl!” he said, grabbing some boxer shorts. They sneaked out of their room, naked, and walked quietly to the bathroom. Inside, Lydia brushed her teeth while the shower heated up. Harry stood behind her and pressed his cock against the crack of her buttocks.
“Jeeze you’re still hard. You dirty little boy!”
He stepped into the shower, leaving the door open. Lydia sat on the toilet and peed before wiping herself and flushing without a care in the world. He closed the door as she stepped into the shower and they wrapped their arms around each other, slipping and sliding across each other’s wet skin. The shower gushed over their hair making it difficult to see but it added to the sensuous nature of their kiss as their hand roamed freely and Harry grabbed her buttocks, pulling tightly. She moaned into his mouth and smiled.
“This isn’t getting us clean,” she said and took hold of the soap. He adjusted the shower to a reduced force and smiled as Lydia soaped his cock, the feel of her fingers on his rigid staff such a delight. He couldn’t recall when they had last had a shower together and guessed whenever it was it would have been because they were in a hurry. She slipped him around and pressed him against the shower tile.
“Oh shite that’s cold.”
She grabbed his hands and pulled them round to his back. With a soapy finger she pushed quickly into his anus and he gasped in shock. She grabbed his cock with the other hand, pleased that his arms remained where she had put them.
“You want some big boy up there, eh?”
“Jeeze no!” said Harry, offended.
“Your cock says yes, it says yes please!”
“Jeeze Lidy, what the fuck has happened?”
“I don’t know but I like it,” she said, pulling out of him. She flipped him round and kissed him hungrily then faced way. “Soap me up!” He ran the bar of soap along the crack of her buttocks and then used a finger to push inside her. She put her foot up onto the little plastic seat, opening herself wider for him. “Oh yeah Harry, now do me properly!”
Harry pushed a second finger inside her but she wriggled. “No, do it properly, I want you!”
As the penny dropped he opened the door to the shower and grabbed a bottle of shampoo which would last longer than soap. He wondered about using Holly’s precious brand but decided that if she noticed he would buy her some more. He popped the cap and ran a trail of it along his length then applied a generous dollop of it to her anus, pushing inside as far as he could go with his middle finger. He dropped the bottle on the shower floor.
“I’ve never done this babe,” he whispered into her ear.
“Me neither, so let’s go!”
He found her anus after a couple of false starts and slid in easily. She groaned and laughed as he plumbed her depths and let go of his hands so she could touch her pussy.
“Fuck babe, you’re so tight”
He felt her moving faster with her hand, slapping her pussy and what seemed like grabbing it forcibly in her hand. The feel of the shampoo on his cock and the ultra-tight sleeve of her rectum made short work of his orgasm. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard, making her whimper. He stroked deep but slowly, relishing the feeling of power and control that he had over her. The shower splashed over her face as he pushed against the cold tile wall and he began to pound into her without a care for her pleasure or even her safety. The water, his daughter’s shampoo, the elicit nature of the midnight shower scene all contrived to bring on a surprisingly quick route to his orgasm.
“I’m gonna come, right in your arse!”
“Do it. Hard!”
He slapped her on the buttocks, far harder than he intended and she simply groaned and shuddered in front of him as the first trial pumps from his balls started up. Pushing her even harder against the wall he thrust into her, pumping his seed into her as she seemed to shiver and stutter against the white tiles. He felt her rectum constricting, pulsing and was amazed that they had come together with so little effort. He laughed at the joyous feeling and grabbed her breast, kneading and pulling it and delighted that she seemed to shake even more from the effect.
Seconds later he slid out of her as the shower seemed to turn cold and she spun round, a sly grin on her face even though she didn’t look up and just slid onto the little seat so she could pull him close. He noticed a long brown streak on his cock and was about to grab the soap when she simply took him in her hand and washed it away as though it was perfectly natural. She slowly pumped his cock, making sure that every drop had been delivered and as Harry watched with bulging eyes she reached between her legs and then slowly removed her hand to show a mixture of his come and more dark streaks. With the exotic mixture she stroked him again, looking up into his eyes with adoration, causing him to gasp in delight and lean down to kiss her upturned face.
They dried and dressed, tiptoeing back to their room in case they woke the sleeping girls.
Chapter 20 – Whole Lotta Shaking
Holly woke at three forty-seven, confirmation supplied by the faint green glow of her alarm clock. The room was pitch black as she drifted out of her dream world and into reality where she became aware of breathing behind her. She opened her eyes wide but lay rigid, trying to recall who it might be. She recalled leaving Billy’s and leaving Grandma’s house, so it wasn’t Billy. The events of the previous evening flooded back and she exhaled, remembering that she had a runaway girl next to her. This was the girl who had lost her virginity to her father and who had practically taken her place while she had been away. She ought to have smacked her but simply couldn’t. Her story was too awful and her miserable outlook too sad to feel anything but compassion for her.
She turned over slowly to face the girl, feeling and hearing her breathing now closer to her face. She wondered if she would tell Billy about this night or even about the strange events. The conversation with her mother in the car during their return journey came to mind, the revelations by both of them had made the drive intense but had done little to cheer her up. Leaving Billy all alone again had been torture but her mother had saved the day by suggesting that she come and stay during the summer before they both went to University. Her mother had indicated, by her choice of words, that she expected them to share a bed and that she would leave them alone.
Jules stirred, moving slightly in her dreams and Holly pulled the duvet back up to cover her, patting it down to keep the warmth in. The action gave her a surprising thrill as though she had the responsibility to look after Jules and help her make it through the night. She smiled as she realised that they were both totally naked, comfortable with each other, so much so that Holly was tempted to reach out and touch her leg. On balance she decided however that should she wake Jules by mistake that there would be some explaining to do and it might spoil the camaraderie that had built up since they met. She turned over away from her to face the door then slipped her hand between her legs and squeezed. Sleep returned moments later.
It was just after seven in the morning when she woke and saw Jules slip the nightie on and open the door, heading for the bathroom. The room was still fairly dark but she was delighted to see her figure and the outline of her breasts against the white door as she quietly left the room. She feigned sleep when the girl returned and held her breath as the nightie fell to the floor and warm skin slipped over her and settled behind her again. Several minutes later Holly stretched and rolled onto her back, deliberately far enough to brush her arm against her overnight guest.
“Hey,” said Jules, touching her.
“Oh, hi, good morning. Did you sleep OK?”
“Oh yeah, all the way through I think.”
“Want coffee?”
“Mm, that would be so nice. Shall I help?”
“No, I’ll bri
ng it up, stay here. Five mins.” She grabbed the nightie and with her back to Jules pulled it over her head then made her way downstairs. The kitchen was empty and she made two coffees in mugs and grabbed a couple of cookies for good measure then returned to the room, placing everything on the her bedside table. Sitting on the side of the bed she pulled the nightie off and slipped under the covers, after which Jules happily covered her up and snuggled in to her. Holly rested on her elbow and sipped her drink, wondering what time her parents might surface.
Holly lay back down and Jules looked over. “You sleep OK?” she asked.
“Yeah, I think I woke up sometime but went back to sleep.”
“Oh shoot, was I snoring?”
“No, I don’t think so. Why, do you snore?”
“I don’t know, I need to find out I suppose. Which is your coffee?”
“The one by the light is mine, yours is nearest,” replied Holly, nestling against the pillow. Jules leaned over her and reached for the coffee which meant laying half on top of Holly. “Ooh” said Holly with mock delight.
Jules looked between their bodies as she sipped the coffee. “Our boobs are similar, right?” she said, smiling down at Holly.
“Yours are amazing,” said Holly, meaning it.
“Did you look?” asked Jules, giggling as she put her coffee back down.
“I felt them when you cuddled me,” she said, placing her hand on Jules’ side to stop her rolling back over to her side of the bed.
“I liked that too, feeling my skin touching you all the way down to your feet,” said Jules, touching Holly’s hair where it framed her face.
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