She quickly found herself talking to this girl who wanted to satisfy her curiosity.
"You just need someone to suck your pussy nice and good," she said.
Mmm. She could already feel her pussy begin to get wet, and wanted more. "Then tell me what you would do if you had the chance with me?"
In no time the girl had Jackie with her panties at her ankles. She was fingering and licking herself as much as she could because of how full of details the girl explained her moves. After she had to log off, Jackie found herself with the vibrator halfway inside... and decided she needed to wash off, so she hit the shower.
She stripped down whatever clothes she had left and turned on the water and put it to warm. She put the vibrator on the table next to the tub, and laid down on the tub floor. The water was pouring out around her body as she started feeling her tits and rubbing her clit to get more heated.
She reached over to the vibrator, breathing hard... and put it on low and then teased herself as she let it slightly touch around her pussy. She put it on her clit and left the sensation of the pressure on her ''horny-button'', which quickly led to moaning and the start of a low scream. She pushed it harder and then turned the vibration to medium. Just then she could feel the first orgasm building up as her cum started to slowly pour out. She stuck her tongue out in the air while her legs were hanging out on each side of the tub, making it so they were wide apart enough, so you could see her hot, dripping vagina fully beg for more.
She moaned the loudest as she reached her climax and the orgasm rushed out of her quickly, and the water around her turned a milky white. She dropped the dildo, covered in cum, on the tile floor and started to breathe slower. She decided one orgasm wasn't enough to fulfill her needs and that she wanted more, no, needed more.
She picked up the vibrator in one hand and kept it on medium, aimed it at her clit, then took the showerhead, now on pulse/jet, and turned up the heat. Next she aimed the water jet towards her hungry pussy and let the water mix with the cum pouring out of her. She yelled and then screamed loudly, and kept moaning as the pleasure of awesome orgasms and climaxes came one after the other since she had successfully reached her g-spot.
Cum started gushing out from around her hold on the vibrator and she let it go, then with her free hand she opened up her hole to let more water run in.
“OOHH... EH… UH… OHH... yes… yes... ohh!!! UHH” was all you could hear, and the sounds of that, mixed with the sound of the water pounding into her, was all she could take. She let go of the shower head as her whole body was shaking.
Her legs started to gain back control from all the twitching. She breathed hard...
When Jim asked me if I would mind housing his brother, Charlie, for a few days, “oh and if you could show Charlie around, that’d be great,” I was pissed. He really expected me to babysit his brother? But when Jim explained that his roommate was also having a guest that same week, so the couch there was already taken, I decided to let it go. However, my apartment only had one bedroom and it was a squeeze when Jim and I were the only ones there, adding a third person was not going to work… But of course I said yes. I didn’t want to be the bad girlfriend or worse end up back on the market. Dating was not fun.
So when Charlie arrived, I was less then enthusiastic, but there was something about him that made it hard for me to stay that way. Maybe it was how nice he was; he held doors opened for me, for a change. It could have been his smile; it could melt anyone’s heart. Or maybe it was his perfect six-pack, tight butt, and great hair. It was probably that six-pack. I was surprised that Charlie was so attractive since Jim wasn’t so much, the only six-pack he had was in his fridge.
Jim and I spent Charlie’s first night together in my bed, but in the morning, having three people in the closet I call home was unbearable. Jim decided he’d stay at his place the next night and I opted to stay in my own place.
So after the three of us had dinner and Jim headed home, I got a bit nervous. Every time I’d look at Charlie I’d imagine him naked and wondered what it would be like to kiss him and run my hands through his perfect hair or what it would be like to have him pleasuring me. I was compensating for my nervousness with glasses of wine, which didn’t help the matter much.
It was probably the wine that made me kiss him goodnight. I decided it was time for me to sleep and I leaned over and planted one on his lips. I got a little carried away exploring his mouth and feeling his body. It was an amazing kiss, I’d forgotten they could feel like that, but Charlie pulled away. “This isn’t right,” he murmured. I nodded and went to my bed.
A couple of hours later though I heard a noise beside my bed and I sat up. “Sorry,” Charlie said, wearing nothing but boxers.” I was just going to the bathroom to wash up.” I thanked the architect for making the bathroom through the bedroom.
“Oh no problem.” I waited as he brushed his teeth and the like. I knew what I was going to do was wrong but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted something new. When Charlie exited the bathroom I pounced.
I kissed him, at first lightly, but I could feel he was into it, even if he thought it was wrong, and the kiss deepened. I let my hands explore, feeling his abs and the bulge in his boxers.
By midterms I knew I had to make my move, my GPA couldn’t afford to take his other science course. So during our 5-minute break between lecture and lab I knew what I had to do. I adjusted my V-neck, so just the right amount of my C-cup cleavage was showing. I ran my hand through my hair and I walked up to the front of the class. I did my best seductive smile and cleared my throat.
“Excuse me, Professor Kane-“ I started.
“Call me Derek,” he said as he looked up. The look on his face let me know he appreciated the extra attention I paid to my outfit today, not only did I have the perfect cleavage top but my short skirt showed off my long legs.
“Derek, I’m having a bit of trouble with these Ionic equations. Do you think maybe you could help me with them?” I bit my lip and smiled.
“Of course..?”
“Lisa.”
“Of course, Lisa. How about we meet in my office after class?”
“That sounds divine,” I smiled and gave him a little wink and headed back to my lab partner.
Needless to say the rest of the class I was a nervous wreck. I had never done anything like this before. Most of my flirting occurred while I was drunk, as did most of the sex I’d had, which wasn’t a lot. I broke two beakers during that lab and I had to splash water on my face at the bathroom before I could get up the courage to head for Professor Kane’s- I mean Derek’s office.
When I got there the door was wide open and he waved me in from behind his desk. I sat down across from him. “Hi Lisa,” he said. I began to wonder if maybe he didn’t actually know what I was here for. He stood up and made his way to my side of the desk. “Now what exactly are you having trouble with?”
“Well… see I think it’s chemistry in general,” I said. “I can’t quite figure out what a attracts a neutron. What creates this attraction?” I said nervously biting my lip.
“Oh I see,” he made his way to the door. “Let’s see if I can show you.” He shut the door and locked it. I smiled, feeling successful but still a bit nervous.
Derek leaned against his desk in front of me. “Chemistry is a lot like reality. When a proton sees something it likes, it goes for it.” He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear.
No time like the present, I thought and I went for it. I stood up and I kissed him. I’d never kissed a guy with any scruff before and I have to say it felt good. The roughness against my cheeks sent tingles down my spine. His tongue made his way into my mouth and I knew that this was what I wanted. He pulled back for a second, “This is only between you and me, right?”
I looked in the mirror trying to see if I looked at least halfway decent. My naturally brown, straight hair hung right above my shoulders, and my dark eyes seemed to match my black cocktail dress, which stopped right above the knee. I didn't approve of the way I looked tonight, considering tonight was the night I was going to take my dream girl out for a nice romantic dinner. Of course, she had no earthly idea that I had any feelings for her. We flirted constantly, but as a joke. But she really had no idea how I felt about her. How I needed her.
The doorbell startled me, and I hurriedly rushed to the door. As I smoothed out my dress and took two deep breaths, I opened the front door and I was most thankful for taking those last two inhales, because I lost my breath when I saw what was there. Standing before me, Evan was sickeningly beautiful. Her naturally blonde curly hair was now straightened, and it fell just on the small of her back, which looked amazing considering she was almost six feet tall. Her pale skin seemed to shine against her blood red mini dress, which stopped about four inches above her knee (which I had no problem with of course). "Oh... Evan. You look…stunning," I said when I could breathe again.
"Thanks Becca!" she said happily as she hugged me. "You look very beautiful yourself." And when she said those words, my heart skipped a beat. I told her thanks, and I grabbed the car keys. We practically ran out to my SUV because it was almost twenty degrees outside, and we had no jackets to cover up. When we got in, I cranked up the heater, and leaned over to turn on the radio. In my line of vision, I could see Evan’s chest. Through her dress, her nipples had become erect, and I had to keep myself from gasping out loud. I hastily turned on the radio and off we were to dinner.
The conversation consisted of mostly Evan talking about her exciting job as a bartender, and her friends, and family. Thankfully I only had to put in the appropriate "mmhmms" and "oh yeahs" where they needed to be, because if I had to say more, I don’t think my brain could have functioned right. The way my breath caught when I saw her breasts show through her dress, I kept imagining how it would feel if I could be against her, my hands roaming all around her body, and kissing those soft lips...
Ten years ago, I was the defendant yet again. I had no doubt in my mind that that tag was going to be engraved on my tombstone: “Here lies the perpetual defendant HAILEY MARIE GONZALES - May she rest in peace and time served.”
And based on my condition that last time, I figured that my ass was going to be planted under a tombstone very soon. I was twenty years old and now facing the Judge for the seventh time in four years. This time it was really serious. Not only had I violated my probation yet again, but I was also driving while intoxicated on a revoked drivers' license and had crashed head-on into a convenience store, just after I had robbed it. It was only by the grace of God that nobody was hurt, but now I was looking at doing some really serious time in the state pen. I weighed a meager ninety-six pounds soaking wet, my arms were all tracked up and my once light almond skin was now jaundiced. I shook like a leaf, I had completely shaved off my one time long and shiny jet black hair, and just about any place that could be on my now very frail 5'5” frame was pierced and had some sort of metal stud or ring dangling out of it. Yep, I was a true to form Anglo-Mexican alcoholic-junkie, and a lesbian to boot.
After getting me off the previous six times with a slap on the wrist, community service and probation, the attorney that my parents had hired refused to defend me again. So here I sat in the courtroom of the same cantankerous old Judge, with a green attorney from the Public Defenders Office who was, at the most, four years older than me. But as I sat beside my baby-faced attorney at the defendants' desk in the cold courtroom, I was actually welcoming the idea of going to prison for a very long time. I had nothing left on the inside and the outside wasn't too far behind. I was just a ninety-six pound hunk of flesh with no soul or life force left. I was nothing more than a floating piece of human wreckage, slowly sinking into the dismal and primordial ooze. I figured that God had made a terrible oversight when he created me and that the only place for somebody with no preset divine destiny and whose body wouldn't die was prison. And given the prosecuting attorney that the D.A.'s office had assigned to my case this time around, that's exactly where I was going.