Amy was there, sitting alone on a park bench. She smiled when she saw Krissy coming towards her.
“Hey, good to see you!” Amy slid a little to one side, inviting Krissy to sit next to her. Krissy accepted the invitation.
“Hi,” Krissy smiled at the younger girl. “You had your supper yet?”
“No,” Amy shook her head. She was wearing her tawny brown hair in a ponytail tonight, and it swayed back and forth appealingly. “It’s kinda crowded tonight.”
“Well, how about coming with me?” Krissy suggested. “My treat.”
Amy laughed nervously. “I’m not really dressed for it,” she said. Krissy took in the worn jeans, battered sneakers and faded flannel shirt.
“Nonsense,” she said. “You look fine.”
“But…if I get back too late there won’t be a bed for me,” Amy said.
Krissy leaned closer, looking into Amy’s big brown eyes. “My place isn’t crowded,” she said, her voice low and purring. “I’ll put you up for the night.”
Amy looked at her for a long, long moment. Krissy could see the confusion in her eyes, the uncertainty, the curiosity, even a little bit of fear. She leaned a bit closer still and put her hand on Amy’s.
“Come on,” she smiled. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Amy looked over at the shelter and then back at Krissy. This was the moment of truth. As much as she wanted Amy to come with her and spend the night, Krissy knew better than to push too hard.
“Well,” Amy swallowed and licked her lips. She didn’t pull her hand away. “I guess,” she said at last.
“Well, then,” Krissy’s smile softened. “Let’s go. What would you like for supper? I’m in the mood for some Chinese myself.” She let go of Amy’s hand and stood up.
“That sounds good,” Amy nodded nervously. She also stood. She was a couple of inches taller than Krissy, slender where Krissy was voluptuous. Krissy was already imagining what the younger girl looked like naked. Inwardly, she was celebrating. From this point on, unless she screwed it up somehow, Amy’s seduction was assured.
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“Oh, God!” Amy moaned as her fingers twined themselves in Krissy’s hair. “Oh. Oh. Oh!”
Krissy’s tongue hit that sensitive spot again and was rewarded by Amy pressing her slim, strong thighs to either side of Krissy’s head as her hands flew away from it. It hadn’t been as hard to get Amy naked as she’d feared it might be. They had no sooner entered Krissy’s snug little apartment than they were holding each other and kissing, then tongue-kissing, then almost tearing at each other’s clothes. Now Amy was flat on her back on Krissy’s brass bed. She lifted her arms up over her head, desperately clutching at the railings of the headboard, Krissy’s blonde head between her legs, Krissy’s tongue making her already wet pussy even wetter. From the moans Amy was making, the seduction had been a roaring success. Now it should be possible to ease the girl into what Krissy really preferred, maybe even tonight. Krissy smiled to herself and kept lapping away. The girl tasted sweet. What made it even sweeter was Amy’s earlier nervous confession that she’d never been with another woman before. Krissy knew what kind of boys Amy must have been with: Big, strong, slow-witted farm boys who saw Amy as something to fuck and forget.
Amy’s moans grew louder and higher-pitched. Krissy pressed her mouth against Amy’s pussy and kept using her tongue deftly, expertly. Soon she’d know what Amy sounded like when she came.
Amy was a screamer. Maybe she’d never been given a real orgasm given by someone who knew how to do it right. Krissy waited until the girl’s convulsions had passed, leaving her trembling and panting and then moved to take her in her arms and kiss her. Amy didn’t refuse the kiss, even though Krissy’s lips and chin were slick with Amy’s own juices. She put her arms around Krissy and slid her leg over Krissy’s – all very promising.
“You’re beautiful,” Krissy said, and indeed Amy was, in a young, slender way. Her breasts were on the small side, but they suited her girlish frame, and her nipples were pink and perky and sensitive.
“Thank you,” Amy smiled shyly. “I think you’re beautiful too.” She began stroking Krissy’s hair. “Do you want me to…you know…”
“Hush,” Krissy pressed her finger against the girl’s lips. “Not right now. Right now I just want to hold you, Amy.”
“Mmmm…” Amy made a happy noise and snuggled closer. Krissy smiled. There was a cardboard box under her bed. There were two neatly folded quilts on top, but it was the toys at the bottom that she was thinking of. She had other toys squirreled away in various drawers, and in a little while, maybe, she would choose one of them and introduce Amy to one of her slightly kinky preferences. Later, if Amy seemed willing, she could bring out the blindfolds, the gags, the handcuffs… She sighed happily. It had been a very successful day so far.