0 comments/ 21385 views/ 1 favorites Bed, Bath & WAY Beyond By: afare24get It was her day off from class. Tori strolled in, looking for a knife for cooking, a humidifier and some new candles for her tiny apartment. She entered the electronic doors of her favorite store: Bed, Bath & Beyond, along with the $200 gift card in her grasp. She smiled, taking in all the glances from the men past her nineteen years, some noticing the Invader Zim t-shirt, the too-tight, straight-legged Levi's, or the colorfully printed Converse high-top Chuck Taylors. Some noticing the Victoria's Secret bunny hoodie, cut snug to her figure, unzipped, and showing her belly, the innie-button peeking at the top of her jeans, the ears now dangling off the top behind her shoulders. However, most noticed the jiggle, soft and gentle. A sign of a braless figure walking towards them, even if she didn't notice them or their hurried glances or outright staring. A floor salesman suddenly came up to her in the middle of the aisle, her tiny fingers delicately moving her hair from her eyes, saying, "Welcome to Bed, Bath & Beyond. My name is Julian. Is there something I can help you with?" She almost stammered, saying as she stared into his brown eyes, over the big smile of cinnamon skin, and dark hair, knowing this man is in his early 40's, "Hi Julian. I'm Tori. I need a nice smelling candle." Professionally, he said, "Follow me miss." When his large hand swung back, Tori slipped her tiny, softly hued fingers into his palm. Unprofessionally he smiled, winked and closed his hand leading the petite young girl to the Yankee Candle display. As they noticed fewer and fewer customers, Tori smiled, already feeling her nipples rising to hard peaks on your belly-showing t-shirt, the hoodie open to reveal that smooth stomach and firm, round breast. Julian saw them standing out against the Invader Zim design, and said, "For the money these are the best candles. They produce very little smoke, and the aroma lingers for some time. All you need to do is choose your scent." She smiled, pulling the long hair off her eyes, shifting her feet in the skinny jeans, nudging the Converse with the toes, noticing the quiet and his eyes trying not to stare too much at her belly button or the hard nipples poking past the material of the skimpy t-shirt. "That's good to know," Tori said softly. "But does the wax burn?" Julian questions you, saying, "Burn?" A fast hand reaches into the back of her pants, and as her fingers slip into the denim, Julian sneaks a glance at the thong string peeking out of the tight jeans. A swing and a lighter revealed itself, coyly whispering the words, "If someone were to light a candle ... and maybe drip the wax on soft naked skin, would that skin burn? Maybe just leaving a little freckle where the wax landed?" Julian gulped for a moment. Then an evil grin spread over his lips, his eyes narrowing into slits, watching the nipples rise higher and harder than before against the cartoon image. Tori blushed gently, then smiled again, shy but with mischief on her mind. Her tiny hand reached out, touching his shirt, caressing the bicep and stroking her way down the arm. Her fingers slipped the Zippo into Julian's hands. She smiled, removing the lid of the candle, and peeking quickly over her shoulder, seeing if anyone was coming up the almost-vacant store so early in the morning. A delicacy came over her body, the flat stomach churning slowly, a small grinding motion in her move, the swivel of her young hips making Julian lick his predatory lips, aching and already rising thick and stiff in his jeans. Tori reached out, smiling, then slowly stroking his chest through his long-sleeve polo shirt, watching him smile, then travelling along his zipper and over his belt, smiling shyly, her eyes aware of his desire to touch her instead of holding a candle or the Zippo. Tori's black painted nails slid into her jeans, her other hand lifting the t-shirt exposing the perfect rounded nipples, her ripe breast like oranges on the tree. They hung round and full, almost juicy inside the flesh, making Julian glance quickly down the aisle and around before continuing to stare at her. Somehow, the top button was undone and Julian could see the front of her skimpy fluorescent pink thong, the super-tiny strings showing against her creamy flesh, the lightest flecks of freckles showing a little discoloration from maybe too many all-over tans. His brown eyes grew as big as saucers under his black hair, making him wonder if the cops came to the store, would he lose his job, or get to see what the mischievous little angel was going to do with him and the candle. "You gonna masturbate little trouble-maker," he questioned softly, his eyes darting about, wondering who might come down their aisle and ruin his fun with this uninhibited blonde sprite. "You gonna show Daddy how you like to cum?" "Maybe," she said softly. Tori already had her fingers down her pants, the fly open and her wrist sticking out, showing her fingers planted inside the skimpy thong. Her voice was singsong but cutting and seductive, despite its high tone: "Do you want to know if I am bald or if my pubes are wispy Mr. Julian?" Julian licked his lips, ignoring the absolute trouble he could land in, the quagmire that would occur with the clients of the store watching this barely-legal girl playing with herself. Tori's eyes fluttered once, her breath quickly exhaling, her mouth slack and jaw dropping open, making her body convulse lightly, the nipples hard and raising the t-shirts' cartoon character off her perfect belly. Her eyes slightly covered with the bangs of her hair, creeping over her blue-green irises, and her smile filled with lust as well as pleasure. Julian could see she had the palest stomach and smoothest pelvis, perhaps devoid of any pubic hair, covered with the thong panel over her knuckles and the hidden fingers. Never stopping to check around her surroundings, she continued moving her hand around in her tight jeans, manipulating the clit, watching the salesman keep his composure, waiting to see if he would ask her to stop or take it to the next level. By then nothing else mattered but watching hot little Tori willingly wiggling her fingers inside her thong and making a spectacle of herself. She groaned softly, biting her lower lip, moaning, whimpering, and showing Julian the absolute thrill of being in public did for her responses. Julian gasped, his eyes open wider than saucers, watching her discreetly masturbating in public, and focusing her eyes on his locked gaze. Without looking down, she inched her fingers along the cropped t-shirt, curling the cartoon figure into a stream of wrinkled cotton, lifting it slowly to expose her perfect, hard nipples to his brown eyes. Julian held a medium candle, the lid somehow already removed, the wick high and outside of the rim of the glass container. "Light it Daddy." Tori smiled whispered lasciviously, crooning the word 'Daddy' ever so gently, watching his neck muscles jump in delight, lifting the t-shirt fully, wrapping Invader Zim under her chin, over the rise of her cleavage, almost topless in the stores' bright white lights. Her bangle wristbands hung down, a colorful distraction to the amazingly ripe C-cups, small in number but full in weight and maturity for her young, semi-teen years. Click! Zssss! Julian flipped the Zippo, causing a flame to jump up, making her lower lips tremble, then stare hard and long at the orange and yellow flame coming out of the tip. The tip of the candle caught the cotton and wax burning calmly, little smoke or odor, nothing to set off the smoke alarms in the store. Julian took his eyes from the gorgeous, round breast, the perky nipples and flat belly, watching the heat illuminate the glass, seeing a small pool of melting wax under the end of the wick. "Bad bad girl." Julian whispered. "I am," she replied. "And I am worse than you can imagine." "I can imagine a lot." "So can I. Maybe when you're done here we can make some of our mutual dreams come true." All the time they spoke the wrist continued struggling in the confines of the tight jeans, flesh against the opened zipper, her eyes moving between the pool of melted wax and Julian's stare at her actions and perfectly perky breast. From time to time, he noticed the ass wiggling off the counter, shaking the aisle computer terminal, the odd-stroller passing watching a salesman selling a candle to a very interested young woman. Or at least that's all they could see so long as they didn't walk any closer. Saliva spittle hung on the tip of her tongue. Her finger seemed to grow longer inside the patch of her thong, the transparent material tented with her wiggling knuckles, all the pleasures unseen except for her facial expressions and lewdness seeping out of her eyes. Tori's eyes glimmered between the puddle of melted wax and the flame, anticipation and lust coursing through her veins. She gasped audibly, somewhere between a whimper and a whisper. Her lower lip trembled, eyes glazed with lust and the upcoming peak of her pending orgasm. Her perfect tits jiggled a little more, making his eyes grow and her lips dry, her tongue in overdrive, aching to either be told to dress or to feel the heated wax touching her skin. "Drip it Daddy," she whispered, her tone acidic when she made the emphasis on 'Daddy' to Julian. Acrimony imbued with lust, eyes flickering, skin tingling, her fingers strumming the unseen clitty faster than before. "Drip it on my fucking skin. Hurt me ... Daddy." Julian looked for a shadow, peering above his head, wondering if the rumor of never seeing the salesfloor with the overhead cameras was true or not. Were the black orbs there to scare the customers into not stealing, or making the sales staff behave, keeping from activities such as this one? Or was the rest of the crew watching her nipples in a fisheye lens, seeing their youthful stiffness, their lips leering in a delight of Tori's exhibitionist desires, masturbating furiously, biting her lip to restrain the orgasm inches from her. Her free hand suddenly reached past the perfect nipples, the raised t-shirt, open hoodie, her right hand still down the partially opened pants, keening like a lost child escaping her teeth. "Ooooooooohhhh ... p-please? Please Daddy? Do I need to beg you harder for the burning wax?" Julian lifted the burning candle higher over his head, leveled, not spilling, watching with a devilish grin on his lips, seeing her ass churning on the counter, shaking the computer's keyboard gently. She continued masturbating furiously, riding the delight of spinning the clitty soaked with her juices into the skin-tight jeans, moaning, gasping, eyes fluttering. Tori was a flurry of action, assorted and erotic. And they loved it. Damn the consequences! Fuck the world! One last glimpse around, and Julian moved forward. He could feel the cock in his slacks pulsing, aching, hurting to be released from its' zippered restraints. The cock tip spit out bits of precum into his boxers, making him shake, wondering if the stain would appear on his khaki trousers. He moved closer deliberately, seeing her reclining against the computer, now shaking the monitor as well as the rest of the candle display. Tori smiled lewdly, her Mp3 player bouncing out Rob Zombie's "Girl on Fire", a little poetic irony as Julian closed the space, his hand gripping the warming glass. The aroma of honeysuckle and their rapid breathing filled the air in the bright white lights and the open span of the enormous store. They could hear the crackle of the flame, the wax making a bigger pool in the glass container, the orange flame bouncing a little curve of light on the inner ring of the jar, the scent of the fragrance making their nostrils flare as much as the lingering sense of her masturbating publicly, awaiting the hot wax. A moment later, the top tipped, dripping slow, long strands of colorful wax down between them, the air swimming with the jasmine and other floral scents, the honeysuckle overrode by the natural juices pouring out of her fingers and into the skimpy thong. Tori moaned softly, gasping, awaiting it. Aching, hoping for it. For the touch. For her skin to tingle and the nerves to enflame and pulse like a rollercoaster, frantic and kinetic. All she could do was watch. Splat! The wax landed on her collarbone. Her chin flecked slightly with the smallest of pink, her tongue slipping out, lolling in the corners, aching to touch the heat and at the same time, savoring the toxic candle material, loving it, needing it in her as well as on her. Another dribbling from the salesman, more wax falling in a streaming pink streak, touching her unblemished skin, making her body jump. The odor overpowered her immediately! Tori squealed softly, "Oh damnshit-hellfuck," punctuating the words with little growls and moans, shaking and shivering as if the room had gone cold despite her profuse sweating and swearing. She tried moving, but the furious masturbation and her own reactions to the flushed heat prickling her skin, her toes turned on one another, her tight jeans holding her in place, made it impossible. Tori's mouth allowed a whimper, then a gasp, and Julian continued dripping more wax onto her skin. Her nipples changed color, splattered with the pink wax, the brightness contrasting her skin. Splash! More radiant pink coated her pale skin, the blonde hair shaking wildly from side to side. "Oh baby girl," he whispered softly. "That's so goddamned hot." She keened again, not fighting the sensations coating her body, the wax immediately hardening, the fingers still inside her jeans, her eyes rolling back. Tori shook like a possessed creature at a revival, unable to speak words, just moaning, the spirit of delight covering her from head to toe with pleasure and a million watts of delight and joy, pleasure her epicenter. Her hair hung back, eyes recovering their light, and smiling at Julian from the haze of public lust and exhibitionism. Julian slowed his breathing, watching Tori shake, spasming, barely able to control the intensity of her orgasms. Her body imploded, her fingers fucking the pussy faster, rubbing the already-sensitive clit harder, faster, never taking them from her jeans, or exposing herself to the salesman more than she cared to or possibly could with the tightness of the denim encasing her legs. She could feel the thrill escaping through every pore of her skin, her belly button wanting to turn inside out with the delicious explosion contained in her petite but curvy body. As she panted recovering her delighted senses, Julian saw her iPhone sticking out of her hoodie. He leaned in, kissing her forehead, stroking her cheek, the cock jarred against the zipper, poking lewdly at the tiny sexy girl, now slowly bringing her shirt back down. The pale flush on her skin receded, and her eyes became innocent again. Julian began dialing a number on the phone, and Tori slowly zipped up her jeans, now blushing, the candle on the desk behind her flickering, the only sign of their delight and connection. They both heard a faint buzzing, and Julian looked down at his pants. Tori quickly suppressed her giggle, stifling the obvious glee she had in raising his cock the way she did with her masturbation. Then she noticed his fingers moving down, unleashing the cell phone at his hip. He looked at it, smiled, and touched it once. Click! "Now," he said tenderly, handing back her phone, "if you want to help Daddy later today, I leave here in three hours. Call me then if you wish ..." Uncertainty crossed her eyes even though she'd just shared an intimate moment with an obvious stranger. Should Tori take this any further or run away, calling it a cheap thrill and being grateful no one (so far) hadn't come to them or arrested her for indecency? "And I'll bring you a new candle." Tori smiled at Julian, who smiled back at her. They'd found each other. Bed, Bath & Way Beyond I would have never thought that something as innocent as learning how to ice skate at age ten would play such a major role in who I am today. I was a bit on the chubby side and a fairly shy little girl growing up, which was probably what kept me from having lots of friends, but still normal in most other ways, which I suspected is why my mom enrolled me in skating class. I wasn't nearly as excited about skating as my mom, who thought it would help in developing some self-confidence and maybe get some needed exercise. The first few weeks were painful at best. I was clumsy, uncoordinated and my social skills were lacking to the point where I usually skated alone. After several weeks I found out I could keep up the rest of the girls and surprisingly, was one of the better skaters. That gave me a confidence I never knew I could have. As I grew older and progressed from level to level, I felt more comfortable meeting new people, somewhat more outgoing and certainly more competitive. I advanced to a point where I was good enough to try out for the Precision Skating Team, which is akin to synchronized swimming and was the quintessential form of "team- work" on ice. Twenty-four girls, all about the same skill level, dressed in the same costumes, the same hair style and makeup, skating in unison to spirited music for somewhere between three to five minutes. How cool was that? I skated on several neighborhood precision teams though-out my junior high and high school years, traveling to local and regional competitions, and once to the Nationals held in San Diego. Even before my high school graduation, I looked for colleges that had a skating team, and I was fortunate enough to get accepted into one that did. The competitive nature of college sports required long hours of practice and a great amount of travel, as the competing schools were all over the region. I spent many a weekend night in a relatively small hotel room with three other girls, and in such close quarters, you couldn't afford to be even remotely self-conscious. Four girls, one bathroom and absolutely no privacy leads to closeness few people can endure. There were only two skill levels in competitive skating at the college level; JV and Varsity. Being that I was only a freshman, I was put on the JV team which consisted mostly of freshmen and sophomores, while the more experienced skaters, mostly juniors and seniors made up the varsity team. When we traveled, the room assignments usually consisted of at least one senior, and a mix of sophomores, juniors and freshmen, making a total of four. Towards the end of my first season, I was assigned to a room with the requisite senior and two sophomores. Although I recognized the other girls having seen them skate and at team meetings over the course of the year, I didn't really know them personally. This trip, the senior was Cindy, who at age twenty-two was four years older than I. She had a reputation as a free spirited skater with intensity on the ice that was obvious to me when I watched her skate. Cindy was an accomplished skater, great techniques, very confident on and off the ice, and assertive, something I was still lacking, and I really thought she could teach me something during our stay together. The operative word here is "teach". Fridays are generally travel day, leaving by bus in the early in morning and arriving at the rink, hopefully sometime around noon. We'd do some stretching and warm-ups, then we were off to the ice by groups for our practice sessions. If you've never seen seventy-five or so girls wearing identical skating outfits, skating about, seemingly at random, you would be amazed that anything gets done. I, along with the rest of my team, waited patiently on the side watching the varsity team go through their routine, each time gaining more and more confidence in their program. I paid special attention to Cindy, who was by far the best skater out there. She had a certain grace in her movements; her actions on the ice flowed with the music, and were always technically excellent. I was envious, not only because she skated so well, but that she seemed to control the direction of the entire performance. She was gorgeous as well as talented. Soft auburn shoulder length hair, usually in a pony tail, sparkling blue eyes that seemed to glimmer in lights of the arena and a figure to die for, slender, well proportioned and I found myself captivated by her beauty. I was jealous I suppose since I still hadn't lost what I'll kindly refer to my "baby fat" in spite of all the hours I've spent exercising and skating. We finished around seven in the evening, stopped at a local restaurant for something to eat, and then went back to the hotel where we could finally rest. The room was somewhat larger than most we've had and consisted of two double beds, a folding cot and a hide-a-bed. We flipped coins to see who got which bed, and I ended up with the cot. After settling in our room, two of the girls decided they weren't all that tired and decided to go to a nearby movie. I on the other hand, was totally exhausted and couldn't wait for a hot shower and bed. Cindy, who was changing into her PJ's, said she was tired too, and just plopped herself in the recliner and started watching TV. I undressed, well everything but my panties and bra, and headed for the shower. It's not that I'm shy in front of other girls; it's just that I was a bit self-conscious in front of Cindy, who for me was very intimating. The shower was wonderful, the hot steaming water hitting my body, melting all the aches and pains of the day away. I shut my eyes and just stood there for what seemed like hours, day dreaming I guess. This was the first time in a week I had time to think of anything beside myself. I thought of Danny, who I had been dating for almost three years. I found myself thinking how wonderful it would be if he were there instead of Cindy, and I closed my eyes as I ran my soapy hands over my breasts. I could feel his touch, and my nipples grew harder. It wasn't long before my hands were between my legs, sliding over my pussy, not knowing if the wetness was because of my doing or from the warm stream of water, but I was fairly positive it was some of both. I kept that up, slowly finger fucking myself, my thumb pressing hard against my clit and I could feel my legs starting to get rubbery. Soon I had an extremely powerful orgasm. One that caused me to lean against the shower wall until I finally stopped shaking. I turned the water off, stepped out of the shower, dried my hair and body, and wrapped the towel around myself before went back into the bedroom. When I stepped into the room Cindy was sitting cross legged on one of the beds combing her hair. She was still wearing her PJ's but I hadn't really noticed what they looked like before. They were a light green satin material with a short sleeved buttoned top; shorts so short that if the top wasn't tucked in, you couldn't tell if she had them on. On her they looked sexy; on me they would have looked like two sizes too small. As I walked towards the other bed, she asked if I would like to try the new body lotion she had just bought. I said "sure, why not," expecting her to hand me the bottle. She jumped off the bed, hopped over to the dresser to grab the bottle and headed back to me, telling me to lie on my belly and she would put it on for me. I was taken aback a little, but I just shrugged my shoulder and thought what the heck, I've never had anyone put lotion on me before, it sounded good. As I crawled up onto the bed, the towel shifted a bit but didn't fall off, and I laid down across the bed so she could stand beside me while she put the lotion on. My head was laying on top of my arms which were crossed, my eyes closed, thinking "oh my god, here I am, only this flimsy towel separating my naked body from this girl I hardly know." She reached down and straightened the towel, making sure it fully covered my butt, which made me feel a little more comfortable. I could feel her standing there next to the bed where my head was. The smell of the lotion she had permeated the air and its fragrance flooded my nostrils. The anticipation of what was about to happen set in, and I kind of flinched slightly when her hands touched my shoulders for the first time. She moved her warm hands coated with lotion across the top of my shoulders, then slowly over my shoulder blades and back again. Her motions were slow and deliberate, her fingers spread wide to cover more of my back. She began running them up and down the back of my neck and I could feel the muscles in my neck starting to relax as she used her powerful fingers to massage the sides of my neck. She leaned forward, moving her hands down to the small of my back, and I could feel her breasts through the material of her top touching the back of my head. I wiggled my body and she asked if something was wrong, but I told her "no, I'm just getting more comfortable." She laughed and started to walk around to the other side of the bed, where she began rubbing more lotion on my legs. She put a hand on each leg, starting at my calf, squeezing slightly and slowly moved them up and down my legs, from ankle to the top of my thighs, sliding them under the towel. The more she did that, the closer her hand was to my pussy, the more I parted my legs a bit further. I don't even know why I did that, it just seemed the natural thing to do; and I was enjoying it more than I expected. She walked back around to the other side, near my head again, but as she was walking, she told me to turn over. I did it without batting an eye. I guess I was more excited that I thought, because I didn't notice that the towel covering my ass had slipped off, leaving me totally exposed and vulnerable to whatever it was she had planned. Cindy seemed to know exactly what she was doing and I was in no position to have her stop. Hell, I didn't want her to stop. There I was, laying on my back with my eyes closed, arms at my side and as calm as I've ever been. This time instead of putting the lotion on her hands first, she dribbled some down the front of me, between each breast and stopping at my belly button, where a tiny pool formed. The lotion was cold and I giggled when it touched my navel, which caused her to laugh as well. Hearing her laugh made me feel like she was enjoying the moment as much as I. It made me feel wanted. She continued by running her soft warm hands across my shoulders and down along my arms all the way to my finger tips, where she intertwined her fingers with mine. She brought her hands back up my arms and down again, this time over my chest, one on each side of my breasts. I could feel the goose bumps forming on my whole body the instant she did that. She continued to massage my breasts, and finally focused on my nipples, which by now had hardened like tiny erasers. I wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but nobody had ever done that to me before. I couldn't believe what she was doing, but it felt wonderful. I opened my eyes to look at her face, but all I saw were her perky tits capped with somewhat large cone shaped nipples staring back at me. I'm not a small girl; my tits are a full C cup. Cindy's appeared to be a smaller, a B maybe; but proportioned to her slender body and perfectly formed, and I couldn't stop staring at them. I didn't even know she had taken her top off, but obviously she had. I wanted to say something, but what? What could I say to her? I knew I didn't want her to stop, so I just closed my eyes again and let her do whatever it was she had in mind. She continued to massage my tits and then back to my neck, finally cupping each cheek with her hands, she leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I don't mean like a little Mother-Daughter peck, but a full tongue in the mouth passionate kiss. I had kissed a girl once before, but nothing like this. God it was incredible! What surprised me most was that I kissed her back; and with almost as much passion and intensity as she was kissing me. I put my hands on the back of her head, pulling her closer and opened my mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to probe deeper. And deeper she went, our tongues touching as she sucked mine into her warm mouth. Up until this point, she hadn't said much, but when she finally stopped kissing me, she stood up, reached down and took my hands gently in hers and said: "Jen, you're good skater and I think you're a really sweet girl and you have with a really sexy body, but if you don't want me to touch you like this, all you have to do is say stop, okay. I promise I won't do anything more." "Stop? Hell no, I don't want to stop. Cindy, I've never done anything even close to this as you can probably tell by how nervous I am, but you've got me so excited by everything you're doing to me that I don't want you to stop, ever." With that, she smiled at me, leaned over again and kissed my softly on the mouth and crawled up onto the bed next to me. Now that she knew that I was into her and that I was open to anything she wanted, she wasted no time. She'd just finished her appetizer and now she was ready for the main course, me casserole, and Jenna pie for desert. She sat up and straddled my thighs facing me, leaned over and began by kissing me again, but this time she use her tongue like a paint brush, up and down my upper body. From my face, my neck, down to my tits, and finally landing at my nipples, which by now were as erect as they'd ever been. Her tongue circled one nipple, while her fingers tweaked and pinched the other, bringing me to a heightened state of excitement, and I could feel my inhibitions start to melt away. The juices began to flow in my pussy and I reached up and touched her nipples with my finger tips. I felt her nipples grow harder. I watched her eyes as they seemed to glisten with excitement, her lips parting slightly as I heard her sucking in more air and it became apparent that was enjoying what I'd done. I gained confidence and squeezed them, following her lead. She slid her tongue down my belly, exploring every inch of my body, and then sliding herself down between my legs, she forced her hands up under my ass, lifting it towards her. I instinctively bent my knees slightly allowing more access to where I was sure she wanted to go. She began kissing my inner thighs, sliding her tongue up and down and then over my moist mound, and as she did I tried to hold back, still unsure of all the emotions building, but still let out a soft moan letting her know she'd found my waiting cunt. Using her finger as a probe she attacked my wet pussy, fingering fucking it as she continued her exploration with her wet tongue. She was licking up and down my pussy, finally focusing on my clit, which by now was swollen and super sensitive. I was so close to cumming, shaking and moaning with delight, everyone in the motel had probably heard me. She started going faster, and deeper, squeezing my clit between her lips when I exploded in what was the most spectacular orgasm I'd ever had. She didn't stop for a second, keeping her pace up until I had yet another, even larger one than the first. I took deep breaths trying to regain my composure, but she had drained every drop out of me. It was the best cum I'd ever experienced, and one I'll never forget. She lifted her face, looked straight at me and took her cum soaked finger, put them to her lips and sucked my juices into her mouth. I watched as she gave me this evil grin and winked at me, like she was asking if I enjoyed what she'd done. I was speechless, overcome with feelings I never knew I had. I had no idea that having sex with another girl could be like this and I so wanted to do to her what she'd just done to me. She sensed that I wanted something and crawled closer until she was close enough to reach out and offer her still wet finger to me. I took it, timidly at first, then focusing on her gleaming eyes, brought it to my mouth. Once there, I began to devour it, licking it clean and proudly showing her how clean it was. We kissed once more and held each other tightly, but I knew now what I needed to do, what I wanted to do. She was more experienced than I and sensed what I wanted, which I'm sure she sought as well - allowing me to help her turn her over and be on top. I think I surprised her when I pushed her back down, this time as the aggressor and began to kiss and lick every part Cindy's body I could reach, from her lips, down to her ankles. I used my hands, tongue and lips to explore her tits and concentrated on her perfectly formed nipples. I could feel them hardening as I worked them over eagerly with both fingers and tongue, like a newborn suckling at her mother's breast. I was surprised at how aggressive I became, which was something so out of character for me, but I felt empowered by what just happened and I wanted her to have as much pleasure as I had to give. I used my tongue to trace tiny circles around her nipples and little by little, slid my tongue down her belly, stopping only for a moment to tongue her navel. Cindy's hands were caressing my hair, encouraging me to move on, which I had already started to do. I sat up, my outstretched legs straddling hers and started pulling her shorts down over her hips. She lifted her legs, making their removal must easier. I look at her pussy for the first time, and although I'd seen other girls naked before, none were as clean shaven and smooth as hers. And none were as tempting to me as hers. I scooted around, ending up on my hands and knees between her extended legs and reached over with both hands, running my fingers over her moist pussy which felt like velvet. I had never been this close to anyone's pussy before, the moist droplets seemed to dance around as my fingers slide across them, my own pussy responding as well. I couldn't take my eyes off her; I was fascinated at how beautiful and inviting it was. I used my fingers to explore her, spreading her labia with my fingers and seeing her swollen bud, I used both thumbs to tweak them causing her to give out a quiet moan. I leaned closer and flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit as my fingers probed her inviting cunt. I straightened my body out and found that I could easily slide my hands underneath her ass and lift her hip a bit; giving me unrestricted access to her now drenched pussy. My mouth covered her mound as my tongue darted in and out, fucking her like a cock on a mission. Her moaning became more intense and the more animated she became, the faster I went. I kept pulling her closer feeling the pleasure in her growing with each thrust of my tongue, each movement of my fingers, and each squeeze of her clit. It wasn't long before I was rewarded with her sweet honey, which I quickly devoured. I felt her take a deep breath, as her legs wrapped around my body pulling me nearer. Within seconds she pulled me closer and began kissing me, her tongue probing my mouth as I held her tightly. I lifted my head so I could look into her eyes and I saw the reflection of myself, happy, content, and fully satisfied. At that moment, I knew we both were. Her broad smile, her flushed face and radiant eyes told me she was pleased, as she lifted my chin with her hand and kissed me softly. I leaned my head on her shoulder and she whispered in my ear, "I can't believe you've never done this before."' My emotions got the best of me, my eyes started to tear, and I started to cry. I told her "I haven't, I've never done anything even close to this before. You are the first girl I've ever been with." She gently lifted my head back up and looked at me, "Why are you crying, is there something wrong?" "No," I told her, "nothing is wrong, this was just so unexpected, so incredible that we did what we did. You did things to me that I never thought possible in my wildest dreams." I didn't know what else to say to her, so I just squeezed her tighter. Bed, Bath & Way Beyond She hugged me back, kissed me once more and we lay there on the bed for what seemed like forever, and I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay right where I was; in her arms, holding her close feeling safe and warm and loved. She looked over at the clock and told me "We better get dressed; the girls should be back soon." I forced myself up and walked over to my duffel bag, I leaned over to get a fresh pair of panties and a tee shirt. I don't why, but I felt compelled to look back over my shoulder, and I saw her sitting there on the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, chin resting on them, gazing intently at me. "Oh my god, you're, you're staring at my ass aren't you?" I asked her. She gave me a smirk and said "Yep, and it's a cute one too." I laughed, bent over further and said "Here, have a good look," and walked into the bathroom, shut the door and went about the business getting ready for bed. When I came back out, I saw that she had opened the cot and fixed the sheets and pushed in into the corner, between the wall and her bed. We were sitting on the couch, eating cookies she'd brought from home, watching reruns of Friends on TV, when the door opened and Chris and Lauren came in and told us how we missed a great movie. We looked at each other and smiled, but couldn't begin to tell them our little secret. It was nearly eleven, and we had big day ahead of us, so we all went to our respective beds, shut the lights out and fell fast asleep. All except me that is, for all I could think about was what Cindy and I did and hoped that we would be able to repeat it the following night. Around two in the morning, I felt Cindy tap my arm and I looked over to her and told me she was freezing. She lifted her covers and patted the bed, inviting me in. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the night light in the bathroom. Since my bed was in the corner, no one could see me so I slide under her covers. We cuddled together, our limbs intertwined and every so often I felt her move closer. With her arms around me I felt so comfortable and content I tried not to move so as not to disturb her. I fell asleep and didn't awake until the alarm went off in the morning. I panicked, not wanting the other girls to see where I was, I hopped back to my cot, and I was pretty sure that they hadn't noticed. I was grateful because that would have been hard to explain and very embarrassing. On Saturday, we skated our short programs, and our team finished a respectable seventh. I don't think I skated my best, having spent most of the night thinking about what happened. The varsity did better, placing a strong third and putting them in contention for medal if they could nail their long program on Sunday. We all stayed and watched the other teams skate their program, and headed back to the motel around five. The four of us took turns in the shower, and when it was my turn, I imagined myself in there with Cindy, and instantly got wet, but I knew I didn't have time to pleasure myself. After dressing in our normal street clothes we headed across the street to Applebee's, where we had dinner. By the time we got back to the rooms it was close to eight, and although I had prayed that the other girls would go out again, they didn't. We sat around for a while, watched some TV, had some snacks and talked about the day's events. Since the next day was going to be long day, getting up early, skating our long programs and then waiting for the results before we could leave for home, we all decided to get a good night's sleep. The alarm went off at five-thirty; we got up, dressed in our costumes, fixed out hair and makeup, packed our bags and went to the lobby for the short bus ride to the rink. Things were pretty hectic, as we grabbed a quick breakfast, did some warm-ups, skated our routines, waited for results while getting some lunch and then boarding the bus for the long trip home. We did pretty well, with Cindy's team earning a silver medal. My team moved up to fifth, not a medal performance, but we were excited that we all skated well. I got back to my dorm, and started unpacking and there in the bottom of my duffle was a bag from Bed, Bath & Beyond. Inside that bag was the barely used bottle of lotion. I couldn't help but laugh and thought to myself "That stinker must have put it there when we were packing." I threw it into my skate bag, thinking "Maybe I'll find a use for this sometime." Three weeks later we went to another competition. I was hoping that I would get to room with Cindy again, but sadly, it wasn't in the cards. That spring Cindy graduated and went back home. I never saw her again. At the beginning of the next semester, I made the varsity team and I skated three more years until I graduated with my degree in fine arts. I missed Cindy a lot, but was happy that she left me that lotion, for I actually kept it in my skate bag and used it occasionally - that is when I found some other cute skaters who seemed like they would enjoy it as much as I had. It's been two years since I graduated and every time I walk past my dresser; I see that nearly empty bottle of lotion sitting there, and think of Cindy and how wonderful and amazing it was that night she taught me who I really am.