Lauren's Love Lessons (Yesteryear Erotica Book 1)

by Jodie Halliday

  “It’s OK sweetie, undo my blouse,” said Emma.

  Lauren obliged, popping the buttons while Emma slid her hand inside Lauren’s shirt. She pushed Lauren’s shirt upwards, enticing it off her to reveal her pure skin and the white bra. Within seconds she had the bra off and it too dropped quietly to the floor.

  “What about Steven?” asked Lauren

  “He’ll go straight to bed from his bath. Only if we scream would he come out here,” said Emma, cupping her breasts lovingly.

  “I heard you this morning,” said Lauren, kissing her chest above her bra.

  “Take my bra off,” said Emma in response. “I know, or I should say I thought I saw you.”

  “I watched for a while. I’m sorry.”

  “What did you see?”

  “I couldn’t see your face or Steven’s, but I could see his thing, you know.”

  “Doing what?”

  “I think it was going into you,” she said quietly. She looked up to gauge the reaction, wondering if her honesty had gone too far. Feeling secure, she undid Emma’s bra clasp.

  “What did you think?” asked Emma, teasing her nipple.

  “It looked too big to be going into you, as though it might injure you. But I could see that it didn’t,” she said, sliding her fingers underneath the material. She found Emma’s erect nipple.

  “That was just after I told him about us. I think it made him so aroused.” Lauren looked up, frowning. “You know, hard.” Lauren tweaked Emma’s nipple. “Oh yes, that feels wonderful.”

  Lauren shuffled up further so that they could kiss. Locked together, they fell flat on the sofa, entwined, their breasts squashed together.

  “So why did you stop?”

  “He came, after I had.”

  “What do you mean?” asked Lauren

  “He had an orgasm, you know, during sex.”

  “How do you know?”

  “You can feel it, and that’s when he comes in you.”

  “You mean that sperm comes out?” Emma nodded. “I don’t get it though, why did you stop then?”

  “After he’s come it’s often sensitive, so he needs to rest.”

  “So what’s this ‘come’ then?”

  “When he ejaculates, when sperm comes out like you said, it’s all the same thing. It fills you up inside. That’s what makes babies.”

  “Oh, I think I know what you’re talking about now. At school they didn’t talk about it like that.”

  “No, I doubt they would.”

  Emma felt her way along Lauren’s stomach, tracing small circles around her navel while their kisses developed and tongues sought each other. Gently, she broke their kiss and pecked her way down Lauren’s body, past her neck, throat and breasts and across her stomach landing small pecks along the way. She sensed the fluttering and expectation in Lauren’s body, but no rejection. Lauren gripped her head in her hands, steadying her, guiding her. Emma ran her hands along the soft flesh of her legs as she kissed lower and lower. As she pushed her skirt higher, her tongue found the elastic around her standard white schoolgirl knickers and probed underneath.

  “Open your legs a little,” said Emma.

  “Oh I couldn’t,” said Lauren, looking down at her.

  “Shh, just a little,” said Emma, pushing her hands between her thighs.

  “Oh Emma, I don’t know,” whispered Lauren, gripping her arm.

  “Does it feel nice when I kiss your legs and tummy?”

  “Oh yes, of course.”

  “Well, I think you owe yourself some wonderful feelings, after all your problems.”

  “Maybe, but what if he sees us?”

  “He won’t. Lie back and I promise it’ll feel wonderful.”

  “Oh Emma!” cried Lauren as Emma started to move, apparently disregarding her concerns.

  Emma slid off the sofa, pulling Lauren’s right leg with her so that her legs parted and there could be no doubt about her intentions. She kissed slowly up from the girl’s knees, along her parted thighs and just above the elastic of her waistband.

  “Isn’t this what your friend did to you at school?” asked Emma

  “Which friend?”

  “The one that you were with for two or three weeks.”

  “Oh, her,” said Lauren, leaning back against the sofa. “We just cuddled a bit.”

  “Did she touch you?” Lauren shook her head slowly. “Kiss you?” Lauren ran her fingers through Emma’s hair, clearly pleased with the feeling of Emma’s lips on her thighs as she guided her gently so that she squatted between her legs. Emma closed her eyes and licked, working her way higher, knowing that Lauren wasn’t going to answer her question.

  Lauren groaned and shuddered as Emma fleetingly brushed her lips lower. Emma slipped her fingers under the side of the little girl’s knickers, teasing over the smooth youthful skin to the side of the small tuft of pubic hair. She then toyed with the short hairs and kissed along the edge of her knickers, savoring the youthful scent of her pussy and marveling at the softness of the girl’s skin.

  Emma slid her fingers lower, running along the wet valley of her vulva before she tugged slightly, pulling the material away that covered her vagina. As Lauren gasped with surprise, Emma’s breathing quickened when she looked up and watched the little girl her tweaking her nipples and gently massaging her breasts.

  “Lift up,” said Emma.

  “Emma, I don’t think we should,” said Lauren. She sounded like a mother might when advising a child against patting a big dog.

  Emma kissed her thighs again, gently trailing her fingers up to her knickers and over the wet stripe that ran along the front. “It’s OK, it’s just you and me,” said Emma, pecking at the shallow pit between her legs and pubic mound.

  “No, don’t. Please!” said Lauren, pushing Emma gently away. Emma looked up at her then gently rested her cheek on the little girl’s thigh. She ran her finger tips towards her knickers, gently caressing.

  “I know it feels a little strange, but you’ll remember it forever, I promise.”

  “No, it’s not strange. I mean, it doesn’t feel right just now.”

  “Lori, it is right, you’re so wet,” said Emma, tracing her fingers across the tight material of her knickers, feeling the sticky wetness of the darkened stripe that showed clearly against the white material. “We’re both very wet, I think. It’s so natural. Such a beautiful feeling.” Emma slid upwards and brought her finger to Lauren’s mouth, wiping the scent on her lips before kissing her tenderly. Her hands moved down again onto her thighs. She licked and kissed lower, finding her taught nipples and took one in her mouth. Lauren grabbed her head and held her close, her hands firm on her head as she breathed erratically. Emma kissed a little while as the nipple hardened even further. Under slight pressure from Emma’s hands, Lauren opened her legs a little further. “This is a little bit of what you’ve been missing. Doesn’t it feel lovely?”

  “Mmm,” said Lauren, her hands running up and down the inside of her thighs. “But maybe later?”

  “Shh,” said Emma, kissing along her thighs.

  “No, please Emma, it doesn’t feel right,” said Lauren, pushing gently at Emma’s head as she looked towards the kitchen.

  “I promise, it’s just you and me. Just one little touch, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

  “No, I just don’t know what’s happening. I feel so, so, I don’t know.”

  “It’s a feeling of love, I’d like to make sure you know how it feels,” whispered Emma, smiling up at her. “I promise. Lie back and let me make you feel wonderful.”

  Slowly, Emma slipped her tongue inside the rough material of her schoolgirl knickers and teased the gentle folds of her vulva. Lauren gasped and gripped Emma’s head tightly and gasped.

  “Oh my goodness!” cried Lauren, gripping Emma’s hair in her fists. The moist tongue slipped up and down rhythmically, teasing and delving deeper.

  “Shh! You taste wonderful” she said as she pulled h
er knickers part way down her thighs. “So very clean.”

  “Really?” said Lauren, a touch of surprise in her voice.

  “Hmm, oh god yes,” said Emma as Lauren’s eyes fluttered closed.

  She pushed her legs up and together so she had a new view of her sex, constrained by her thighs, the lips pushed together, sealing her with the hint of her tiny puckered anus below. She licked hungrily along the slit, teasing her, feeling the smooth skin of the backs of her legs against her face. With her tongue wriggling in between the tight folds of the girl’s pussy she slipped her knickers off entirely, dropping them to the floor before slowly placing the girl’s left leg on the back of the sofa, exposing her totally. Strong muscles in her legs and stomach reflected her level of fitness. Emma glanced at the little girl, her eyes shut with a half-smile on her face that told her everything. She had a small vagina, hairless except for the finest of dark wisps just above her clitoris and her buttocks were firm, rounded and muscular. Her lips glistened from her own secretions and the attention from Emma, inviting and aroused, guarding the tiny entrance to the girl’s vagina. Sliding her hands underneath Lauren’s bottom, Emma gripped her buttocks firmly. She pulled her closer to the edge of the sofa and descended once more, licking her way round her sex until focusing on circling her vagina and probing deeply into her.

  Lauren shook constantly, crying occasionally with pleasure in time with Emma’s ministrations. Once again Lauren reached out to hold her head, pulling her up slightly so that Emma’s tongue centered on her clit. Emma flicked carefully at her, teasing the little bud from under the hood, circling it as Lauren cried more frequently.

  “Shh!” said Emma as she slipped a finger in to her. She licked her clit again, careful with her finger not to break through her maidenhead. Setting up a regular rhythm she pushed inside and licked her. Lauren shuddered, gripping her head strongly as she bucked on the sofa.

  “Oh god!” whispered Lauren, her thigh muscles straining visibly as she neared orgasm. She let go of Emma’s head and grabbed her feet, pulling them towards her chest, opening herself to everything that Emma had to offer. Her bottom lifted up a little more from the sofa and pushed forward, demanding more penetration. “Oh yes, that’s it!” she cried as Emma gently sucked her clit between her lips. Emma could feel the walls of her vagina constricting her finger in time with the attention from her tongue. She licked again, leaving her clit alone for a little while, teasing her tongue inside the young girl, finding now a constant flow of her excitement that strung from her tongue when she pulled away. Lauren was whimpering quietly, one hand now holding her feet while the other alternated between holding the back of the sofa, squeezing her little breasts and gripping the sofa cushion. Emma licked along the length of her vagina from top to bottom, then leaned back, delighted to see the tiny anus puckering in reaction then relaxing. Emma’s tongue lapped from below her vagina up slowly to her clit.

  “Em!” shrieked Lauren, her hand shooting out to grab her hair.

  “Shh!” whispered Emma as she repeated the action. She slid her middle finger back inside Lauren’s tight pussy, generating another gasp and an involuntary shudder of her body. She repeated the movement, making Lauren shake with pleasure each time even though her face suggested she was fearful of what was happening. Emma turned her finger inside the girl as best she could from her position between her legs and kissed her clit very gently before licking it with her flat tongue. Lauren whimpered again as her head thumped against the back of the sofa. She seemed to slump in defeat, surrendering to the inevitable and just gripped her feet with both hands, pulling herself wide open as she stared up at the ceiling with vacant eyes. Emma flicked her clit rapidly with her tongue, teasing it and glancing little swipes over the exposed bud while her finger wriggled in and out around the entrance to the teenager’s vagina. Lauren’s whimpers grew louder, more frequent as her buttocks shook up and down on the cushion.

  Her hand shot out as though to try to stop Emma but that thought seemed to be cancelled in mid-air as she emitted a high-pitched squeak and suddenly froze, trembling uncontrollably as she came. Emma stopped pumping her finger into her but continued to lick gently, then pumped slowly, delighted with the flood of juices that trickled through her fingers and onto the sofa. She removed her finger very slowly and lapped along the length of her vagina while Lauren shook, twitching as though plugged into the electricity. She kissed her mound and lapped along the length of her swollen outer lips, giving her enough sensation to ensure she rode the wave of orgasm as long as possible. As Lauren breathed again she kissed her thighs and then slowly back up over her stomach before shifting the little girl on the sofa and helping her to lie down next to her. She wrapped her arms around her in a hug, marveling at the intensity of the orgasm that seemed to be offering aftershocks.

  After a few minutes Lauren opened her eyes, looked up at Emma and kissed her gently on the lips, breathing in suddenly at the taste of herself n Emma’s tongue.

  “Never,” said Lauren without finishing the comment. “So beautiful, you licking my thing!” She closed her eyes again and nestled into Emma’s shoulder.

  “Thing? Your pussy.”

  “Pussy? Why pussy?” asked Lauren, caressing Emma’s breast, still short of breath but looking relaxed and very much wiser.

  “I think it’s an American expression. It sounds better than vagina or cunt, don’t you think?”

  Lauren shrugged with a smile. “What about you? Isn’t your pussy wet?”

  “Definitely,” said Emma, smiling. “It’s been wet since we sat down after dinner.” Her heart skipped a beat as she felt Lauren’s hands wandering down over her stomach. They were such tiny hands and felt so good to her. She debated whether she wanted Lauren to explore her with her mouth, which she thought she would do willingly, or wait for another occasion. She also felt that they had done enough for the night, and that she might prefer finding Steven and getting him turned on. The little girl’s hands had pushed underneath the material of her knickers and were pushing through her pubic hair. She felt Lauren’s middle finger gliding down the valley of her pussy, finding the soaking wet material and skin. Lauren nestled into her breasts and licked her nipple. Emma was amazed at the technique of the young girl and how carefully she moved around. A finger pushed into her, releasing a small flood of wetness.

  “Taste it,” said Emma. Lauren obliged by retrieving her fingers and bringing them to her mouth. “Oh yes, good girl. We taste the same, don’t we?”

  Lauren smiled and nodded, uncomfortable in answering that particular question.

  “Tomorrow you can do it to me, and maybe we’ll have some more lessons. Perhaps we should tease Steven a bit?”

  “Don’t you think he’ll mind?”

  “Not if we do it nicely. Come on, bed time. I’ll tuck you up.”

  Lauren laughed at the thought. As they both went into her bedroom. Lauren dropped her blouse on the floor along with her knickers and skirt.

  “No pyjamas?” asked Emma

  “Not tonight,” said Lauren, her tight bottom twitching as she climbed into bed naked. Emma pulled the covers up to her chin and kissed her lips.

  “You have a very beautiful body Lori,” said Emma quietly as she knelt beside the bed, pushing a few dark strands away from her face.

  Lauren smiled, clearly delighted. “Really, you think so?”

  “Oh yes. You’re going to break a few hearts I think.”

  “I’m so glad I’m here, with you.”

  “Tomorrow, I’m not going to wear underwear, just a blouse and skirt. I’ll see if he notices.”

  “Want me to do the same?”

  “Yes, let’s tease him!” cried Emma, delighted with the suggestion. “Maybe he’ll come all over us?”

  “Emma!” squealed Lauren, although she still wasn’t sure what it entailed.

  “Good night beautiful” Emma kissed her lips.

  “Night. I had a really wonderful day.”

  Chapter 5


  “Oh, I love your top. Is it silk?” asked Emma, genuinely impressed by the cream blouse with small white flowers.

  “Yes, Mum got it for me for Christmas,” said Lauren, standing in the kitchen doorway. Emma stepped towards her and kissed her lips. Lauren pulled her closer and squeezed her buttocks. “Thank you.”

  Emma immediately knew what she was thanking her for. “You are such a beautiful girl.”

  “No I’m not,” said Lauren, clearly flattered.

  “You are. Your body is classically shaped, and you have such a gentle way about you.”

  Lauren smiled and kissed her again. “I will always remember last night.”

  “And nobody had ever touched you like that before?”

  “Nobody had ever touched me anywhere before. Oh, except for the doctor once.” Lauren smiled.

  Emma hugged her and gently touched Lauren’s breast.

  “You remembered!” said Emma.

  “About underwear?”

  “Right. This should be fun.”

  “You look just the same without a bra.”

  “I know, perhaps I’m lucky. But not for ever of course,” said Emma.

  Lauren poured Cornflakes out into a bowl and added milk and sugar, while Emma cut the toast and placed it in the toast rack on the table. They both sat on the bench seat and ate quietly. After about fifteen minutes, Steven appeared and looked around for a cup and saucer for his tea.

  “Sit down, I’ll do it for you,” said Emma, setting up his breakfast things. Steven winked at Lauren, commenting on Emma’s attentiveness and Lauren smiled back with understanding. Once he had toast and tea, marmalade and butter, Emma sat back down. They chatted about the day ahead as they ate. Eventually, Steven finished and placed his cutlery and plate in the sink. He turned around to face the girls, sipping his tea.

  “So, do we need to go to the shops?”

  “Maybe for some milk, bread, but that’s about it.”