by Ray Gordon
‘I’ve brought some money round from Paula,’ the girl replied. ‘It’s for the meal, or something. I’m Jackie.’
‘Oh, er … thanks,’ Mandy said, taking the cash and gazing at the teenage beauty.
‘Apart from the money, she told me that you were dying to meet me.’
‘I’m sorry, but she’s got it all wrong,’ Mandy sighed. ‘I don’t even know you, Jackie. Why would I be dying to meet you?’
‘Paula came into the office and said …’
‘Do you work for Paula?’ Mandy asked her.
‘Yes, I do.’
‘I suppose she told you that I’m a lesbian?’
‘She said that you were into girls.’
‘You’d better come in,’ Mandy said, inviting her over the threshold.
Leading Jackie into the lounge and indicating for her to sit on the sofa, Mandy thought the situation was strange. Why had Paula sent the girl round with the money? she wondered, eyeing the teenager’s short skirt and long legs. This had nothing to do with the money for the meal. Paula could have brought the cash round at any time – there was no need to send a young lesbian. Jackie was an attractive teenager with long blonde hair and a sultry expression that was somehow sexually appealing. Her T-shirt was tight, the thin material faithfully following the firm mounds of her pert breasts. But what did she want? Lesbian sex?
‘Tell me about Paula,’ Mandy said, sitting in the armchair.
‘There’s not much to tell.’
‘You work for her, so you must know something about her.’
‘Look, if you’re not interested in me—’
‘I’m interested in Paula,’ Mandy cut in. ‘I’ve known her since we were at school together. Recently we met up again and … There’s something about her that’s been bothering me. I won’t go into details, but something doesn’t add up.’
‘She can be strange at times,’ Jackie said softly. Biting her lip, she hung her head. ‘I told her that this wasn’t a good idea. I didn’t want to come here, but she insisted.’
‘Why?’
‘She wants me to get to know you. You see … she doesn’t have any friends, men friends, and she thought that …’
‘Hang on, hang on. We are talking about the same Paula, aren’t we?’ Mandy asked her.
‘Yes, of course.’
‘So, Paula has no men friends? I find that difficult to believe.’
‘She’s always talking about men, but she doesn’t seem to have any relationships.’
‘This is all falling into place,’ Mandy muttered. ‘I’ve been playing a game but all along Paula was the one who … Tell me more.’
‘She said that you had several men on the go. She hasn’t got a male friend and she thought … I shouldn’t be telling you all this.’
‘She’s got a bloody nerve,’ Mandy snorted. ‘She’s been making out that she has different men every night. She said that she has a string of men chasing after her.’
‘She’s always very busy at work and she doesn’t really have the time to go out and meet people. She looks up to you, Mandy. She’s always talking about you.’
‘This is ironic,’ Mandy sighed. ‘All along, I’ve been looking up to her.’
‘If she finds out that I’ve been talking to you like this, I’ll be out of a job.’
‘Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to her. I suppose, if anything, I feel sorry for her.’
Something was still bothering Mandy. Why send Jackie round with the money? Paula obviously wanted to meet Mandy’s male friends, but why send Jackie round? Perhaps the young girl found it difficult to meet like-minded girls and hoped that Mandy would want sex with her. Eyeing again the girl’s short skirt, her naked thighs, Mandy felt a quiver run through her young womb. She’d never met a lesbian before, and she began to wonder about Jackie’s young body, her firm breasts. She shaves and her pussy is so smooth and tight … Recalling Paula’s words, she knew that she had to take a grip on herself. Jackie was extremely attractive, but Mandy wasn’t a lesbian.
‘So, are you and Paula intimate friends?’ she asked the girl.
‘No, nothing like that. She knows my sexual preference and she thought you might like to meet me.’
‘Without wanting to be rude, I am not a lesbian and I don’t want to meet a lesbian. This doesn’t make sense. If Paula wants to meet my male friends, why send you here? You said that she wanted you to get to know me. How will that help her meet my friends?’
‘I don’t know,’ Jackie sighed. ‘I suppose she thought that we might all become friends and, that way, she’d get to meet your male friends. She’s very lonely, Mandy.’
‘Successful, but lonely. It’s sad really.’
‘I’ve said too much,’ Jackie murmured. ‘I was supposed to come here and … To be honest, I don’t know what I was supposed to do. Paula comes up with these crazy ideas and confuses me. Last week she wanted me to go out with her so that she could meet a man. She thought that, with me there as bait, I might attract the men and she might get to meet someone.’
‘God, she must be desperate. To use a young girl as bait … As I said, everything fits into place now. The irony is that I only know two men. One is married and the other is old. Actually, I know three men. But the third one’s a bastard. I certainly don’t have any spare men hanging around.’
‘Aren’t you a lesbian, then?’ Jackie asked dolefully.
‘No, I … It’s something I’ve never thought about. If you don’t mind my asking, how did you become a lesbian? I mean, how did you discover that you wanted girls rather than boys?’
As Jackie told her story of a friend sleeping over one night, how they’d ended up in the same bed and kissed and fondled, Mandy felt her clitoris swell and her juices of lust seep into the tight crotch of her knickers. The way the girl was talking about her friend’s firm breasts and tight pussy, Mandy wondered whether she’d been missing out and should experience lesbian sex. She no longer had to play the game of one-upmanship with Paula, she reflected. But her curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. What would it be like to feel another girl’s breasts, to slip her finger into another girl’s wet vagina? Gazing at Jackie, she glimpsed the triangular patch of white material hugging her full sex lips as she moved about on the sofa. She’d never seen another girl’s pussy, let alone …
‘I’d better go,’ Jackie said softly.
‘Have you ever been with a boy?’ Mandy asked her.
‘I did try it once, but … It was awful. It just didn’t feel right. So, you’ve never been with a girl?’
‘No, I haven’t. As I said, I’ve never even thought about it.’
‘Maybe you should think about it, Mandy,’ Jackie breathed huskily. ‘You’re very attractive.’
‘No, I … I’m not that way inclined.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘Well, I … I just know. Besides, male and female fit together. Two females don’t.’
‘Don’t they?’
‘Well, no, of course they don’t.’
‘Paula said that I’d like you, and she was right.’
‘I like you, Jackie. But not that way.’
‘Only a girl knows how to pleasure another girl. You must have had men fumbling about between your legs and been left wondering what it was all about?’
‘Yes, I have. I suppose … now I use men for my own sexual satisfaction. The other day Paula said that, if a man doesn’t make her come, she won’t see him again. That’s now my own philosophy.’
‘Any man can make you come, Mandy. But I’m talking about real orgasms. It’s an art, and one that I’ve perfected. There’s far more to it than clit-rubbing and pussy-fingering. Have you ever been held on the verge of an orgasm until you’re begging to come?’
‘Well, I … I don’t know.’
‘As I said, it’s an art. I can take a girl to the verge of an orgasm and hold her there until she’s delirious, in a sexual frenzy. No man can do that.’
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nbsp; ‘I’m sure that some men know what to do.’
‘Maybe. But you’ve never met one. And I doubt you ever will.’
Gazing wide-eyed at Jackie as she left the sofa and slipped her T-shirt over her head, Mandy stared at the firm mounds of her young breasts, her ripening nipples. Was this what Paula had planned? Jackie was a beautiful girl with perfect breasts but … What sort of girl would strip in front of a stranger? Was she a lesbian slut? What the hell was Paula’s game?
Jackie ran her hands over her naked breasts and down to the smooth plateau of her stomach as if showing off her young body. She had a beautiful figure, Mandy thought, wondering what to say as the girl tugged her short skirt down her long legs and kicked the garment aside. Her long blonde hair cascading over her teenage breasts, she was stunningly attractive and incredibly sexually aware. The full lips of her pussy clearly defined by her tight knickers, she was also unbelievably alluring.
‘Well?’ Jackie breathed, smiling at Mandy. ‘What do you think?’
‘I … I don’t know what to say,’ Mandy murmured. ‘Apart from to ask you why you’ve stripped down to your knickers.’
‘Because I think you should experiment.’
‘Experiment? What do you mean?’
‘Taste lesbian sex, Mandy. If you don’t, you’ll regret it for ever.’
‘As attractive and beautiful as you are, I’m not a lesbian,’ Mandy returned. ‘I’m heterosexual. I always have been, and always will be.’
‘You don’t know until you try,’ Jackie persisted.
Pulling her white cotton knickers down just enough to reveal the top of her hairless sex slit, she paused as if waiting for Mandy’s reaction. Mandy tried to make out that she wasn’t looking, but she felt her womb contract and her stomach somersault as she waited expectantly for the unveiling of the young girl’s most private place. Easing the flimsy material down further, displaying the swell of her succulent pussy lips, Jackie allowed the garment to fall down her long legs and crumple around her feet. Kicking her shoes off along with her knickers, she took two paces forward and stood in front of Mandy with her feet parted.
‘You may touch, if you want to,’ she breathed softly.
‘Jackie, I …’ Mandy began. ‘I’ve already told you, I’m not a lesbian.’
‘You don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy another girl’s body,’ Jackie retorted, grinning. ‘You don’t have to label yourself.’
‘I’m not labelling myself. All I’m saying is … Look, you don’t even know me. To come here and strip off is … Do you normally behave like this?’
‘I’ve never behaved like this in my life. I’ve never met a girl as attractive and beautiful as you, Mandy. Do you realise how wet you’re making me? Feel me, Mandy. Run your finger up and down my crack and feel the wetness there.’
‘No, I …’
‘You’ve made my clit so hard. Why don’t you feel it?’
‘Jackie, no.’
‘You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Your parents and friends will never know about this, so why not try it?’
Mandy bit her lip as she gazed at a globule of white liquid seeping from the girl’s tightly closed sex valley. Her naked love-lips were full and puffy, she noticed as her stomach again somersaulted. Full, hairless, smooth, succulent, alluring … Tentatively reaching out, she stroked the soft flesh of the girl’s shaven mons. Running her finger down to the puffiness of Jackie’s swollen outer labia, Mandy massaged the globule of sex milk into her naked flesh. Jackie quivered and breathed heavily as Mandy ran her finger up and down her opening crevice. Parting her feet wider, she stroked Mandy’s long dark hair and again invited her to feel the hardness of her clitoris.
Although Mandy knew that this was wrong, she couldn’t help herself as she slipped her fingertip into the young lesbian’s sex valley and moved up to the hardness of her ripe clitoris. This was only experimenting, she thought as Jackie let out a rush of breath. Experimenting, exploring, satisfying her curiosity … She wasn’t a lesbian. And, as the girl had said, no one would know anything about this. Licking her red lips as she noticed a trickle of pussy milk running down the girl’s inner thigh, Mandy thought about the tightness of Jackie’s vaginal sheath. She was young, fresh, and very wet. This was perfectly harmless, she decided as she massaged the gasping teenager’s solid clitoris. No one would ever know what she’d done.
The temptation to move forward in the armchair and taste the hot milk flowing from Jackie’s teenage pussy was overwhelming, but Mandy managed to restrain herself. Jackie took another step forward, placing her feet either side of Mandy’s feet and jutting her hips forward. She was obviously offering the sexual centre of her young body to Mandy’s pretty mouth, her tongue. Her heart racing, Mandy moved forward and perched her rounded buttocks on the edge of the chair. She was about to kiss the girl’s swollen love-lips, but she raised her head and pressed her red lips against the smooth flesh of her stomach instead.
‘You know what you want,’ Jackie said softly. ‘So why don’t you do it?’
‘I … I can’t,’ Mandy breathed. ‘I’m not a …’
‘No, you’re not a lesbian. But you like sex. This is only sex, Mandy. There’s nothing to be frightened about. It’s not scary.’
It might not be scary, Mandy reflected. But it wasn’t right to have such intimate physical contact with another girl. Again thinking that no one would know what she’d done, that she was simply experimenting and satisfying her curiosity, she parted the fleshy lips of Jackie’s pussy and gazed at the intricate folds nestling within her creamy-wet valley of desire. Eyeing the open entrance to her wet vagina, she tentatively massaged the pink funnel of flesh surrounding her sex hole. This wasn’t anything to do with lesbian sex, she tried to convince herself, slipping her finger into the girl’s hot and very wet vagina. This was …
‘God, yes,’ Jackie gasped as Mandy’s finger drove deep into the tight sheath of her hot cunt. ‘Lick me, Mandy. Lick me and make me come.’
Still unable to bring herself to lick the teenage girl’s pussy, Mandy slipped a second finger into her contracting vaginal duct and massaged her hot inner flesh. The girl swayed on her sagging legs, her breathing fast and shallow as she clung to Mandy’s head for support. Mandy focused on her erect clitoris, the pink protrusion forced out from beneath its pink bonnet, and thought about sucking her there. An experience, she thought, torn between right and wrong. There was no game of one-upmanship now, but …
‘Lick me,’ Jackie breathed again. ‘Just do it, Mandy.’
‘I don’t know,’ Mandy began. ‘I mean …’
‘Try it, just this once.’
‘Jackie, I’m not …’
‘Please … I need to come. Please suck my clitty.’
This was only another step along the path of sexual experience, Mandy reflected. She’d been a prude before she’d bumped into Paula, and she was now coming out of her shell and learning about sex. But sex with another girl was wrong. No matter what Jackie said, it was wrong. Only a girl knows how to pleasure another girl. Mandy remembered the young lesbian’s words. She was right – Mandy knew exactly how she liked her clitoris licked and sucked. Consequently, she knew how to pleasure another girl.
Sliding her fingers out of Jackie’s tight sex sheath, Mandy leaned forward and tentatively ran her tongue up her open valley. Savouring her first taste of girl-juice, she closed her eyes and lapped up the hot milk flowing from the teenager’s vaginal entrance. Her tongue bathed in the girl’s lubricious pussy cream and she peeled her sex lips wide apart, pressing her wet lips hard against her open hole. She sucked and the milky lubricant filled her mouth. She swallowed as she breathed in Jackie’s girl-scent. Mandy knew that she could easily become hooked on the aphrodisiacal fluid, but she wasn’t a lesbian.
Moving up Jackie’s open sex valley to the solid protrusion of her clitoris and sweeping her wet tongue over its sensitive tip, Mandy vowed that she’d never do this again. It was nothing more than curiosit
y, she tried to convince herself as Jackie let out a low moan. Stretching the young girl’s love lips apart to the extreme and pressing her mouth against the wet flesh surrounding her protruding clitoris, Mandy snaked her tongue around the sensitive budlette. Only a girl knows, she reflected, imagining how she’d like her own clitoris sucked and licked. No man could ever do this.
In her sexual frenzy, Jackie clutched Mandy’s head, forcing her mouth harder against Jackie’s solid clitoris. Nearing her climax, she placed one foot on the arm of the chair and parted her thighs wide to allow Mandy better access to her open vaginal crevice. Mandy sucked and slurped at her clitoris, her milky sex juices running down her chin as she took the girl closer to her orgasm. Jackie would want to reciprocate, she knew as she once more thrust two fingers deep into her rhythmically contracting sex duct. What would it be like to have another girl licking her pussy and sucking her clitoris to orgasm? she wondered. Was that what Mandy wanted?
David had known how to suck her to orgasm, but she’d come quickly. Could Jackie really hold her on the verge of orgasm until she begged to come? Mandy imagined herself sitting with her legs open, her bald pussy lips crudely displayed to the teenage lesbian. She couldn’t bring herself to do it, she knew as she became acutely aware of her pussy-wet panties. To open the sexual centre of her young body to another girl would be embarrassing in the extreme.
Mouthing on Jackie’s hard clitoris as the girl announced that she was close to her orgasm, Mandy felt her own clitoris swell and call for attention. She was desperate for an orgasm, and she began to wonder whether she should after all open her legs to Jackie. Sucking on the girl’s pulsating clitoris, she imagined taking Jackie to her bed, their young bodies entwined in lesbian lust as they sucked each other’s clitorises to orgasm. Jackie cried out as her climax erupted and orgasmic cream streamed over Mandy’s thrusting fingers. Although she mentally affirmed to herself that she wasn’t a lesbian, she knew that she’d invite Jackie round for another session of lesbian sex.