Kathy & Ellen (A fantasy) by GyrfalconThis is another story I have written. The narator of the story, Kathy, is the same as in my previous story, "The First Time". Enjoy. Comments and criticisms on the following will be welcomed at wi.1060@wizvax.methuen.ma.us. Kathy & Ellen (A fantasy) by Gyrfalcon It was the summer between high school and college, that I first noticed Ellen. I was at the beach, with some friends, mostly tanning and watching the people. Since the week that spring at my Aunt Judy's house, I was noticing the girls as much as if not more than the boys. Ellen came out of the water to my right, her long black hair in a braid down her back, almost to her waist, a wet, green, one-piece bathing suit clinging to her body. As she jogged in front of me to where her blanket was, I couldn't help but follow her with my eyes. She was a few of years older than I was, maybe 22, had a beautiful smile and a lovely shape. I remember thinking then how nice it would be to kiss her lips and caress her body. I was horny for the rest of the afternoon. While I was driving myself home I kept finding my hand reaching up to caress my nipples through my swim suit. When I got home I rushed right up to my room and closed the door, leaning back against it as I closed it. I looked across the room at my mirror and watched myself as I reached behind me and untied the straps to my swimsuit's bra. First the back, then the neck. As the bra dropped to the floor, I reached a hand to each tit. My nipples always get very sensitive when I get horny. I started with the palms of my hands, just caressing my nipples, around in circles. First one way, then the other. Then my hands closed on my whole tits. One in each hand, I squeezed them from the base outwards, like I was milking them. My thumb and forefinger grabbed each nipple momentarily as I squeezed and it seemed that each squeeze was felt from my tit to my pussy. I reached my left hand down and rubbed my pussy through my bottoms. They were wet, and not from swimming. I stumbled over to my bed, pulling my bottoms down as I went. I collapsed back on the bed, ass first and with my legs up in the air, pulled off my bottoms and just tossed them across them room. My right hand was quickly between my legs and my left hand at my tits. As my right rubbed back and forth, pressing down, on the outside of my pussy, and onto my clit, my left was concentrating now on my nipples. Back and forth, I had a good rhythm going on my clit. I could feel the pressure building. Every squeeze of my tits, every twist and pull on my nipples, caused a ripple right down to my cunt. I switched hands, using the lubrication on my now soaked right fingers to cause a new sensation on my tits. Meanwhile my left hand started deeper into my pussy, moving back and forth, deeper with every thrust, first one finger, then two. I could feel the climax building. Then I started thinking about Ellen again. I replayed in my mind the beautiful sight of her running across the beach. Her tits bouncing in front of her. Her smooth thighs moving back and forth. I imagined her mouth and her pussy, the feel of her ass. I could hold back no longer. My right hand moved back to the top of my pussy, my left was still inside. Both moved of their own free will: the right hand in quick circles, the left in deep thrusts. The climax came and I barely choked back a scream. I felt more waiting and I kept up my movements. I came a number of times again. It took me fifteen minutes to recover my self enough that I could go take a shower. A couple of days later, I joined an aerobics class at the Y near my house. When I walked into the class room, who should I see stretching out, but Ellen. I took a spot next to her and said "Hi," when she glanced up, and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were a dark color, almost a black as her hair. She said Hi back and smiled. I watched her during class. I admired the way her body moved during the exercises, how her tight muscles moved, and her ass wiggled under her tights, and I began to want her even more. We talked a little during the break that day, and quickly became friends. One afternoon, in the middle of a week soon after, I ran into Ellen at the mall near my house. She was just getting off work, and asked if I would like to come over to her apartment for a drink and a gab session. Of course I accepted, and I started making plans as I followed her car to her apartment. When we got there, she went into the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses of wine and told me to put some music on the stereo. I looked through her collection quickly and found something that you could dance to. The music started just as she was coming back into the living room with two large glasses of wine. I started to dance and took the wine, "Come on, Ellen, dance, it will unwind you after work." Ellen took a big swallow of wine and agreed. She kicked off her heels, and started gyrating to the music. Ellen worked at a department store at the mall and so was well dressed. She wore a pretty blue skirt and a light blouse that buttoned in back. It was too warm for stockings. Her black hair was braided, as usual, but the braid was wrapped up so it hung in a loop from the back of her head. Her makeup was impeccable. She was lovely. I was much less formally dressed, wearing a denim mini-skirt and a red blouse. We were about the same height, and while neither of us had large breasts, Ellen's were larger. Both of us were skinny, but my ass and hips were slightly bigger. The next couple of songs picked up the beat and we were soon dancingwildly, drinking our wine and having a great time. I loved watching her dance, the way her hips moved, the way her breasts bounced. She had let her braid down in back and it swung in counter point to her movement, as if it were itself alive. We were really getting in sync with each other the way you can get dancing. Only, I don't think Ellen was used to this with another girl. Then the music changed tempo. Something slow came on. Ellen stopped, and took a swig of wine. But I swayed over to her, still wanting to dance. I put my hands on her waist and drew her back into the middle of the room, keeping my eyes locked on hers. Soon, she started to dance with me putting her hands on my shoulders. She didn't seem ready to break eye contact. As the dance continued, I pulled her closer. Our hips met, swaying together to the slow beat. Our upper bodies came slowly together, our tits pressing against each other. Finally, I leaned forward, opened my mouth and started to kiss her.She kissed back at first, maybe out of habit. Then suddenly she pulled back, and half pulled out of my arms. "Kathy, no. We shouldn't be doing this. Why are we doing this?" "Because, Ellen. Because it feels good." I responded, and kissed her again, and she responded. She was wearing a musky perfume. It was driving me crazy. My tongue sought hers and hers sought mine. She wasn't fighting me at all, wasn't pulling away from me. I reached to her back and unbuttoned her blouse. We separated enough to let it drop to the floor. My hands came up to her front and ran lightly over her bra, over her breasts. Ellen's hands were in my hair, God! it felt good, her fingers in my hair, on my ears. I found the clasp for her bra in the front, and undid it. There is something exciting in taking off another woman's bra. An anticipation, a quickening, my stomach gave a little quiver. I pushed the straps off her arms and it too fell to the floor. My hands quickly went to her breasts. I started rubbing around the base of her breasts and made squeezing motions around and up until I reached her nipples. Her nipples were hard when I reached them. I flicked them with my thumb, pinched them, and rubbed them. I felt them with them base of my hand and with my fingers. I wanted to suck them so badly. Ellen was making a sound from the bottom of her throat. It started out as a moan but soon began to be a purr. I was making this lovely lady purr! I wanted to know what other sounds she would make. I broke away and took her by one hand. "C'mon pussy cat, let's go to your bedroom and continue this." I think that she was still confused about what we were doing. Lord knows that I was new at this seduction thing, but I also knew how badly I wanted her. Without another word we went to her room.Once there, I took her in my arms again and tumbled her onto the bed. I had to suck on those nipples. I started kissing her on her mouth, but I quickly started to move to her neck. I nibbled on the side of her neck for just a moment then lifted myself enough so I could skim down to her tits. Her nipples were erect and waiting for my mouth. As I began to suck on her right nipple, Ellen inhaled sharply, then let out her breath in one long slow sigh.I spent a few moments just playing with her breasts with my mouth. I kissed them, and flicked the nipples with my tongue. I sucked first on one nipple, and then on the other. I bit them gently, I bit them harder. Ellen's hands were in my hair stroking it, playing with it. That purr was coming from her throat again. I reached down with my hand to the bottom of her skirt, and slowly moved back up her thigh underneath it. "Oh, please..." she whispered. I reached the top of her leg and started rubbing her pussy through her cotton panties. They were damp already, and I was just getting them damper by rubbing them into her pussy. I pushed them aside and reached a couple of fingers into her as I moved my mouth back to her lips. Ellen's eyes grew wide as I started moving my fingers in and out of her pussy. Her kissing grew more intense and she moved her hands out of my hair. One moved down my back and rested on my ass. With the other hand she reached for my free hand and was holding it tightly. I increased my pace and felt an orgasm building. Soon she broke our kiss and let out a moan as her pussy clenched my fingers in orgasm. "Oh, you are pretty when you come!" I whispered to her. Then I pulled away for a moment. She watched me, panting slowly, as I removed my top and my bra, then I slid down the bed between her legs. I pushed her skirt up around her waist, then pulled off her panties. The hair on her cunt was dark and thick. It had been shaved back from her thighs so it wouldn't show when she wore her high cut bathing suit. It was very pretty. Since I had started noticing, I hadn't seen many pussies that weren't. I watched her, my eyes up, as I brought my mouth down to her. She kept her eyes on mine until I reached her pussy with my tongue. Then her head went back with an intake of breath and her eyes closed. I like to start at the top of a woman's slit, teasing, promising, licking and wiggling my tongue. "Oh, Kathy," she breathed. I moved to the sides, licking where she had shaved, recently, near her thighs. Up and down the smooth, sensitive skin, licking and nibbling a little. A quick bite on her inner thigh, then back. Then I bring my hand up and start rubbing her mound from the top, while my tongue plunges into her, first short quick strokes, then longer ones, as deeply as I can go. My rubbing goes faster, as does her panting, I lick and suck, and kiss her pussy. I slip a couple of fingers from my other hand past my mouth, into her and then quickly out. I bring them down, and rub her asshole. Suddenly she explodes! Writhing back and forth, I can't keep my mouth on her. She practically screams, "Ohh, Ohh, yes!" over and over. Then she is still. My god, she is magnificent! When she opened her eyes again and looked at me, I slid off the bed and stood up, still mostly between her legs. She propped a pillow under her head and watched as I unhooked and unzipped my skirt and dropped it and my panties to the floor. My pussy was soaking. I climbed back onto the bed, and on top of Ellen, between her legs, pussy to pussy. "Kiss me, Ellen"! "Yes, Kathy, anything." She reached forward with her mouth and met mine, and our tongues went back and forth between us. I pushed my mound into her, and started moving back and forth, sort of like a man would, rubbing my pussy into her's and her's into mine. My hands were on her ears, and her neck, and feeling her beautiful hair. Her hands roamed my back, finally settling firmly on my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer, moving in rhythm with me. I moved faster as I felt a climax building, then sighed, and collapsed as a small orgasm moved through me. Ellen pulled back a little and looked at me for a second, then whispered, "Lie back Kathy. It's your turn. Or maybe it's my turn." She smiled. As I rolled over onto my back, she pulled her skirt off and tossed it on the floor, then turned on her side to face me, propped up on one arm. "You're very pretty you know," she said. I just shrugged. Her hand started roaming my chest, feeling my nipples, skirting down to my belly, almost to my pussy. "I've never done this before, with a woman, I mean. I'd like to just explore a little," she said as she briefly reached my pussy. "It feels nice, explore all you want." "I'm sure this isn't your first time. Have you done this much before? You don't look like a dyke." I laughed. "C'mon Ellen, your smarter then that. Some women look like `dykes' because they like to. My aunt seduced me for the first time this spring, and she certainly didn't look like that. She looked as normal as you and me." She was playing with my breasts now. Feeling them, squeezing them, rubbing them, playing with the smallness of them. She flicked her head and brought her braid to the front. With the end of it she tickled my breasts and my belly. I shivered. "Oh, Ellen, you can explore me any time you want." She laughed at that. Then she dropped her braid and moved her hand right to my pussy, moving around more or less at random. "Does this feel as nice to you as it does to me?" she asked. I moaned in response. She started moving her hand with purpose then, back and forth, in and out, slowly building up speed. She brought her mouth down to my breasts. I felt the heat starting to build in my pussy, then spread up into my belly and my breasts. I couldn't keep my legs still, as she increased her speed and moved further in to me. Then the orgasm crested like a wave and I think I let out a little scream. My pussy clenched on her fingers, and then I came again, and again, while she kept it up. Finally I could take no more and grabbed her hand to stop her.I pulled her down on top of me and held her for a long time after that. Neither of us wanted to move much, just a little stroking. Later, I got up and called home to tell them that I would be spending the night with a friend. We spent the night together, and got together as often as we could all that summer. When I went to college that fall, I lost track of Ellen, but I always will remember her fondly. (End) This story is Copyrighted (1991) by the author and must not be used for profit without the consent of the author. Permission to redistribute this story is hereby granted, if that distribution is done without charge and this notice is attached to the story. -- Mail rec.arts.erotica submissions to erotica@telly.on.ca. Most software will automatically mail your postings to that address. |