TITLE : DONNA & PENNY (1)
CHAPTER 1
Donna could see the crotch of the girl clearly, sitting at a small table in the ice cream store where she was enjoying a butterscotch sundae. The girl was perhaps five feet away, sitting and talking with another girl. Donna knew the girl slightly because she lived in the same suburban neighborhood, and Donna had seen her walking by her house occasionally. Her name was Penny, Donna learned when one of the girl’s friends had said her name when she laughed at something the girl said.
Donna watched the girl closely, and soon realized she was fully aware of her exposure. Not only aware, but intentionally making it obvious. She would laugh and giggle and squirm in the small white chair, spreading her knees in a way that would, to some, appear accidental in her exuberance. But Donna had seen those sparkling eyes peek at her from time to time.
Penny was a beautiful girl, slender with honey-blonde hair and creamy skin. Her personality was bubbly and outgoing. She was a typical California girl, perhaps a bit more. She was well tanned, and her body exquisite.
At the moment, she wore a very tight light-blue T-shirt. Her succulent breasts were molded, outlined by the garment, and from the way her nipples protruded, Donna knew very well that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were sweetly shaped. The skirt she wore must have came from the sixties, it was so short. But then, if any girl had the body for a micro skin, it was Penny. Her legs were long, slender, inviting to the eye. The golden color of them testified to her love of sunshine.
Gazing toward Penny, Donna saw the girl pretend to lose her balance on the chair. One leg shot out, and the whole of Penny’s crotch became blatantly
visible. The crotch of her panties seemed as tight as her T-shirt, Donna thought. Her panties were a pale green.
Donna found herself gazing steadily into Penny’s dark eyes. There was heat in those eyes, she realized, and she wondered if Penny was really the tease she appeared to be. Those eyes were unashamed, quite bold. Penny moved the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips.
Donna shuddered and turned her eyes down, finishing her ice cream, stood up, and walked to her car. When Donna got home she appreciated the fact that the house was comfortably cool. She poured herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it and twisting the dial on the radio when the door bell rang. Going to the door puzzling over who it could be, she opened it to find the girl she had been admiring standing there with a big smile on her face.
“Why, hello, Penny,” she said, surprised to see the girl. “What brings you to my doorstep?”
Penny replied that she had noticed Donna staring at her and was curious why an older woman would look at her like that. Donna blushed, but felt a tingle as she realized that the young girl had actually noticed her and was interested in her. She invited Penny in and offered her a glass of wine, which the girl accepted. Donna realized that she shouldn’t be offering wine to a minor, but from the eager way Penny accepted the glass and took a sip, she knew this was not the girl’s first taste of the fruit of the vine.
Donna felt a strangeness within her, a warmth that was at the same time alien and exciting. Penny sat on the couch, her legs were crossed, the creamy thighs revealed. Donna joined her on the couch, and once again they gazed boldly at each other.
“You like me?” Penny asked in a whispery voice.
“Of course I like you, honey,” Donna replied. “I think you’re lovely,” her voice oddly throaty.
“I saw the way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, Donna,” Penny said with that disturbing voice, her dark eyes bold as ever.
Donna jumped. Penny had placed her palm on one of Donna’s knees. She dropped her eyes down, looking at it, and shivering. The hand felt unusually hot, as if it were searing her flesh.
“You liked what you saw,” Penny said, making it a statement, and at the same time sliding her hand past Donna’s knee.
Donna felt herself trembling with a desire that was strange, a heat that grew inside her. She watched Penny’s hand move higher, caressing in circles on her thigh now. There was an increase in her breathing rate, and she heard the sound of Penny’s breath.
Penny then took Donna’s hand and drew it toward her golden thigh. As her palm was placed halfway up that thigh, Donna felt a sudden lurching between her legs. Her cunt had swelled and was moist now, her clit throbbing. Penny was holding her wrist, moving her palm up and down the thigh.
Donna saw the crotch of those tight panties again, and heard the girl’s soft sigh. Penny released her wrist, but Donna left her hand on that hot thigh, moving it slowly by herself now. They continued looking into each other’s eyes, and Donna moved her hand higher. She felt the tight panties with the tips of her fingers, and Penny uncrossed her legs and spread them widely, leaning against the back of the couch.
“I like to be touched,” Penny said in a low voice. “You want to touch me, don’t you, Donna? The way you looked at me in the ice cream parlor, I know you want to touch me.”
Donna couldn’t seem to stop herself. Her fingers moved slowly about the crotch of Penny’s panties, finding them moist. She traced the puffy lips, then dragged her finger up and down the slit of her pussy. Penny mewled and twisted her ass provocatively. Donna’s palm cupped Penny’s wet mound.
She felt the heat of that succulent sex burning into her hand, and she rubbed it gently, lightly. Penny whimpered with pleasure and began to grind her pussy slowly against Donna’s hand. Donna was not thinking of anything, only of the delight she felt at touching this sweet, youthful mound of Venus.
Penny lifted her hips, pushing her crotch more tightly into Donna’s hand, mewling softly. “Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Donna. I love being touched this way.”
Penny sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Donna moved off the couch and knelt between Penny’s spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Penny’s hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl’s cunt.
Before she knew it, Donna was leaning over, kissing just above a dimpled knee. Penny was twisting her little ass about in pleasure, gurgling with delight. As she slipped her tongue out and began to lick at Penny’s thigh, Donna felt her own pussy pulsing in a fiery desire.