Sometimes fate takes a hold of you and makes you do things that you don’t expect. I didn’t expect or plan to move my hand to feel her breast at that instant, but I did. Before I knew it, her head was back on my shoulder and I was feeling her up, her hand guiding mine gently from one breast to the other.
I gently tweaked a nipple and I heard her breathe deeply and press my hand into her breast harder. “Ooooooohhhhhhhh,” she moaned, “does that mean ‘yes’?”, she asked.
“Sure, Kissy, that means yes,” I said, “we can sleep together.” I didn’t have to answer her implied question about having sex with her. Right now, I was so consumed with the feelings between us that it didn’t even matter and I’m sure we both knew where this was heading.
“So, tell me,” I asked, “what kind of experience do you have? I mean sexually speaking what have you done?” There was a long silence between us and my hands were moving from breast to breast, feeling her and cupping the tiny orbs and touching her nipples. While I waited for her answer, I moved my hand to the bottom of her shirt and reached under it to find her breast again. As I touched her bare flesh, I felt her shudder and press herself against my hand.
“Tell me the truth, Kissy, will you do that,” I asked, “will you tell me everything?”
“Uh huh,” she said, “I will.”
“Okay, so let’s start out like this,” I said, “I want you to tell me the truth now, okay? How many guys have touched your breasts?”
“Three, Daddy,” she said, “No, make that four now with you, and uh, one girl.”
“Who were they?”
“The first one was Doctor Ross. He’s never touched them like this though… ”
Ross was the family doctor, actually Jim Ross was his name. Our insurance makes us have a primary care physician and we’ve always had Dr. Ross. He’s an older guy good doctor, too. I bet he loved seeing and touching Crissy’s breasts. A twinge of jealously momentarily streaked through me, but, I forgot about it as she continued speaking.
“Then, the next one was my friend, Beth. Do you remember her, Daddy?” She asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said, “you’re still friends with her, right?”
“Yeah,” she answered, “she’s my best friend, Daddy. We do almost everything together.”
“So, when and how did all this happen?” I asked.
“It started about a year ago, it was the weekend after her 18th birthday, and we were going to spend all weekend together. She was staying over with me and we were getting ready for bed. She kept complaining that her boobs were sore from her period and I finally asked her if she needed them massaged, or something. I was just kidding, but, when she said yes and took off her top and came over to me, I didn’t know what to do other than start massaging them for her. Then, she wanted to massage mine what there is of them. By the end of the night, we were touching each other all over and kissing and, you know, other things.”
I was a little shocked, but, Crissy didn’t seem to be embarrassed to talk about it, and I was really curious, so I asked her “Like what, tell me what you did with her. It’s okay, just tell me everything.”
“You have to promise you won’t say anything, Daddy.” She asked, “she’s my best friend and I don’t want her to feel weird around you, okay?”
“I’ll never say a word or do anything to make you or her uncomfortable, Honey,” I answered, “you have my word on that.”
“Well, she’s been like my girlfriend, I guess. We hug and kiss, you know, and touch each other, you know, down there.” She said.
“You mean her vagina? You’ve touched her vagina?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she answered, “we’ve looked, touched and kissed each other there, too.”
“She’s touched you here?” I asked, reaching down and placing my hand on the front of her panties. As I did, she moved her legs apart and I slipped my hand down between her legs and placed my fingers right in the middle of the gusset of her panties. Very gently, I pressed my fingers in, found her slit and started to slowly rub her up and down on top of her panties.
She threw her head back onto my shoulder and gasped as I rubbed her sex. I could feel the warmth and moistness under her panties. As she spread her legs even wider, I looked down to watch my fingers as they found a deeper path into her slit and I started to rub with more pressure.
“Daddy, I’ve been waiting for you to touch me there for so long…” she moaned.
She buried her head in my neck and started to nuzzle me. I could feel the warmth of her breath down my neck and I started to get goose bumps. Pressing in between her pussy lips, I asked my question again, saying “Has she touched you here? Did she lick and kiss your little vagina?”
“Yes.” She moaned.
“Did she put her fingers inside you?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, as far as she could,” she answered, “I told you I was a virgin, Daddy.”
“You mean you still have your cherry?” I asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said, “but, not for long, I hope.” Turning her head, she kissed me. There was some urgency in her mouth as she covered mine and slipped her tongue between my lips and eventually sucking my tongue into her mouth. “Daddy,” she said, “I want you to be my first. I’m ready and I’ve been ready for a long time. I want you to take my cherry, Daddy. I’ve dreamed about it being slow and wonderful. You can have it anytime you want it, it’s yours.”
“Oh, Kissy,” I said, “I will, Honey, I will.” Once I said that, she stood up, reached for my hand, pulled me up and led me back to my bedroom. She pulled her shirt off, leaving her panties in place and pulled me down on the bed with her. As I lay next to her, I began to feel and kiss her tiny breasts. As I did, I asked her to finish telling me about Beth.
She told me that she and Beth were lovers and how they would give each other oral sex and how they would masturbate each other. Since Crissy was a virgin, Beth never tried to put anything inside Crissy’s pussy, but they had done everything else two girls can do together.
She was lying on her back with her legs spread. I was still feeling, licking and kissing all over her chest, moving on and off her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples – never leaving her untouched. I never looked up at her, but as I reached down with one hand to stroke her panty covered pussy, I asked her to tell me who else had touched her breasts.
“Then,” she said, “Next was two guys at a party over the spring break at Beth’s house both on the same night. Everyone else was gone except these two along with Beth and I. They started asking us if we wanted to play strip poker, the kissing game, truth or dare you know, stuff like that. Finally Beth told them we would get naked if they did first. I almost died when she said it. But, the next thing I knew, the boys were getting undressed and when they were naked, Beth looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.”
She went on to tell me that Beth started to strip, so she did, too. They boy’s cocks got hard and Beth asked them to play with themselves. Pretty soon, all four of them were sitting on the floor watching each other masturbate. As she told me this story, I was sucking her puffy nipples and fingering her pussy through her panties. I could feel the slippery wetness of her vaginal secretions on the outside of her panties and I knew she was literally soaking through her panties. I could smell the aroma of her virgin pussy, too. The sweet musky smell was driving me crazy.
“Did you see the boys cum?” I asked.
She spread her legs more and hunched herself down on my fingers. She was starting to breathe heavy and I could see the start of a red blush coming upon her chest. “Oh, that feels so good, Daddy,” she said, “Ooooohhhhhhh.”
“Finish telling me about what you did with those boys, Honey,” I said, “you just relax and tell me everything. I’ll keep touching you. If you feel like you want to cum, just go ahead and let it go… Daddy’s here.”
I knew she was building toward an orgasm. It was pretty obvious with the sexual blush taking over her chest and the way she was moving her hips under my touch, I knew it was just a matter of time. I kept stroking her pussy through her panties with one hand while I kissed and sucked her little titties.
“Hmm, well,” she continued, “we were all lying on the floor in kind of a circle, watching each other. One of the boys said that he was going to cum so all of us watched him. It was so cool to see the sperm shoot out of him. It was like a fountain and spewed all over his chest. Then Beth said she was going to cum and we all watched her. She pulled her knees way up to her chest and spread her legs wide so we could see. When she came, she squirted a little bit…”
“Oh, Daddy!” She moaned, “Oh, oh, oh…”
Her story has exciting both of us. I could tell by the way she was saying things and the way she was breathing that she was starting to go over the edge. I had finally found her clitoris beneath her panties and I was starting to concentrate on it, rubbing it up and down. The gusset of her panties had long since given way to my probing fingers and there was now a very wet panty groove shoved in between her lips. As my fingers traveled up and down that groove, I carried her wetness up to her clit where I concentrated for a minute and then moved back down to the opening of her vagina.