Sally had spent the night at Jessica’s house which was
absolutely the best place in the whole world to spend the night
because Jessica’s Mom was never there (usually being out with her
new boyfriend) and if she was she never paid any attention to
what Jessica and Sally were doing un like Sally’s Mom who watched
them like a hawk and never let them do anything fun like right
now for instance. Here it was Saturday morning and Jessica and
Sally were sitting in the family room having breakfast which for
Sally consisted of a bowl of super fudge chocolate ice cream and
Jessica was having a beer! and this just put a delicious wicked
feeling in Sally’s stomach. It was so much fun at Jessica’s
house.
Right now they were patiently waiting for Dance Party USA to
come on the TV which had to be their favorite show in all the
world. They could learn so much from it, all the new dance steps
and the latest fashions and what kind of make-up to use and
besides, as Jessica always said “The boys have such cute butts.”
Since Dance Party USA wasn’t on yet Jessica and Sally were
talking about their favorite subject—BOYS! Jessica and Sally
simply adored boys and were always talking about how to attract
boys and what boys liked and wouldn’t it be great to have
boyfriends. They both knew that the right make-up and the right
hair style were important but what they both felt was the most
important was sexy clothes. Boys loved sexy clothes! Everytime
they watched Dance Party USA or watched other girls at the Mall
it was obvious that the girls with the sexiest clothes attracted
the most boys. Short short skirts, low-cut tight tops, high
heels, these all made boys stop, stare, and then talk to girls.
Jessica and Sally were exactly the same height and size.
They both had tight, firm asses and long tanned legs but they
still lacked the one thing that really seemed to get the boys
interested. TITS! They just didn’t have any tits yet. They
knew from watching girls at the mall that the ones with nice tits
really attracted the boys and if her nipples were sticking out,
plainly visible through whatever top she was wearing, why the
boys practically drooled. Jessica and Sally had nipples of
course, but the only way they had found to make them stand up was
to spit on a hand then rub it briskly over the nipple and it
would stand right up, but they couldn’t very well be talking to a
boy then say excuse me while i spit on my hand and rub my nipples
so they will stand up for you to admire and drool over. They had
seen other girls talking to boys and as they talked their nipples
would start to grow and pretty soon just be poking out as big as
you please and they just couldn’t figure out how that was done.
Then of course there was kissing.
“Jessica when we do find a boy and we get ready to kiss,
what do we do? Do we close our eyes and how do we breath and do
we put our tongue in his mouth first or is he suppose to go
first?”
Jessica considered Sally’s question for a moment then said
“I don’t know.”
“Jesus Jessica, we got to find out.”
“I have an idea Sally, lets practice.”
“With who?”
“With each other.”
Both girl’s stared at each other, then burst out giggling.
But they both set down their breakfasts, Sally’s bowl of ice
cream and Jessica’s beer and turned to each other.
Jessica looked Sally square in the face and said “Sally, we
are both ten years old, it’s time we learned to kiss.” She
reached out and placed one hand behind Sally’s neck and pulled
her face toward her. “We’ll start with just lip kissing.” and
with that she placed her lips against Sally’s and pressed hard.
She pulled back and looked at Sally. “Well, what did you think?”
“Well, it was kind of dry.”
“OK, let’s lick our lips, get them good and wet, and try
again.”
Both girls ran pink tongues around their lips until they
glistened with moisture. Then they tried it again. It was
better this time, more friction and a delicious slick feeling as
their lips moved against each other.
“Oh, that was much better Jessica. That felt good.”
“OK, this time lets try it with our tongues. I’ll put my
tongue in your mouth first.”
They placed their lips together again and Sally felt the tip
of Jessica’s tongue slip between her lips and into her mouth. At
first it seemed strange, but the more the tongue swished back and
forth, the more it darted in and out, the more Sally liked it.
She found herself automatically sucking on the tongue and lightly
biting it with her teeth. Her breath became more rapid and she
sucked the tongue harder with an unconscious desire for it to
explode in her mouth, filling her mouth with something wonderful.
Suddenly she pushed back and screamed “Jessica!”
Jessica stared at Sally, wondering what was wrong.
Wordlessly Sally pulled her t-shirt off over her head and looked
down. Jessica’s eyes followed Sally’s. There on Sally’s chest
her nipples stood, proudly erect pointing straight at Jessica’s
face.
“Jessica, look, my nipples, their hard! And I didn’t have
to rub them! Just kissing made them hard!”
Jessica couldn’t wait to have her own nipples grow erect
just from kissing. She grabbed Sally around the neck and soon
the two little girls were kissing each other wildly, both
thrusting their tongues into each other’s mouths, both sucking
and kissing and swirling their tongues around and around and soon
Jessica was sitting up and taking off her t-shirt and there were
her nipples, just as erect as Sally’s. The girl’s admired their
own and each others nipples, proud of what they had accomplished.
Jessica reached out and ran a finger across one of Sally’s
nipples. Sally shuddered. Wordlessly Jessica leaned forward and
took the nipple into her mouth, slowly sucking it in. Sally
moaned with pleasure. She reached out with both hands and took
Jessica’s nipples between her fingers and played with them.
Jessica sucked harder. And suddenly Sally felt something between
her legs; a warmth, a tingle, a wetness. She pushed Jessica back
and taking one of her hands placed it between her legs.
“Jessica, you’ve made me wet.”
Jessica could feel the wetness between Sally’s legs. She
pulled Sally’s panties off and tossed them aside. Sally’s pink,
hairless pussy fairly glistened with moisture. Jessica ran her
fingers up Sally’s leg and to her pussy. Sally spread her legs
and Jessica slowly slid her fingers between the lips of Sally’s
virginal, hairless, pink ten year old pussy. Her fingers came
out coated with wet. She looked up at Sally and said “My turn.”
Sally pushed Jessica back on the couch and began sucking her
nipples, first one then the other. Soon Jessica was moaning and
squirming. Sally could feel the wetness seeping through
Jessica’s panties, wetting Sally’s leg where it pressed between
Jessica’s legs. She sat up and pulled Jessica’s panties off then
ran her own fingers between the lips of Jessica’s pussy, pulling
out fingers slick with Jessica’s wetness.
“I’m going to kiss you there Jessica.”
Sally dropped her face between Jessica’s legs and took a
close look at the pussy. She had never really seen one this
close up. It was pink and hairless. She pulled the lips back
and saw and even pinker inner area. She lowered her mouth and
began kissing and licking Jessica’s pussy. Jessica moaned and
squirmed and Sally kept licking. As she licked a little knob
began to slowly appear, almost like a nipple. She licked it then
sucked it into her mouth. Jessica almost screamed. Sally sat up
and said “Jessica what is this thing, I’ve never seen one of
these before.”
“I don’t know what you call it, just keep licking it!”
Which Sally did. As she licked and sucked this thing she
could tell Jessica was getting more and more excited and wetter
and wetter and her pussy was opening up, flowering open until
Sally could see a little tunnel disappearing into Jessica’s
pussy. She tentatively took a finger and ran it around this
hole, then slowly slid her finger in, all the time licking and
sucking the strange “nipple” in Jessica’s pussy. Jessica
suddenly arched her back and screamed! With some sort of innate
sense of what she should do, Sally continued to lick and probe
with her finger as Jessica bucked and twisted and screamed, until
Jessica slowly sank back on the couch, sighing contentedly.
Sally looked up at Jessica.
“You know what Sally, I think i just had an orgasm.”
“Jessica, could you see if I have one of those nipples in my
pussy?”
Jessica leaned forward and kissed her friend on the lips,
tasting her own juices. “I’d love to.” She lowered Sally on to
her back and buried her face in Sally’s pussy. Needless to say,
Sally loved it. She came with a scream and Jessica could feel
Sally’s juices flowing over her face.
Both girls sat on the couch, watching the TV, arms around
each other, occasionally touching a nipple or stroking a pussy or
kissing.
Sally looked at Jessica and said “Jessica, you think we’re
lesbians?”
“Nope, I just think we found a way to have fun until we get
boyfriends. You know what, I’m hungry. Let’s go get something
to eat.”
The two little girls, arms wrapped around each others naked
bodies, marched off to the kitchen to see what they could find in
the refrigerator.

“Damn!” Megan muttered to herself when she first noticed the little bump
showing through her blouse. She’d been banging a report into her desk
computer when a stray motion of her arm had set of the Itch.

She tried to ignore it, but ever since her hormone treatments had
started, she’d been pestered by the Itch. And once her implants had
eliminated the need for artificial bra fillers, the Itch had become her
master, and she the slave.

Anything could set the Itch off: a chance gesture, a cough, or even a
stray erotic thought. She’d tried to prevent its onset by wearing heavy
cotton bras, soft tricot bras, and today, even the bold experiment of no
bra at all, but it was no use.

Her hyper-sensitive nipples started swelling. As they grew, they became
more and more tender. Megan knew that her large brown aureoles were
visibly darkening as the juices flowed into them. She held her breath,
hoping to keep the tiny motions of her slick white blouse from
stimulating her breasts further, but her very heartbeat was enough to
thrill them!

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” she sighed, and placed her two hands
carefully atop the swell of her heavy mounds. All ten of her inch-long
red and black enameled nails pointed inward, almost meeting over the
chasm between her silky lapels.

She waited a moment for her slender fingers to absorb the warmth of her
bosom, then watched and felt them descending slowly, inexorably towards
her prominent, fleshy nubbins. Her breasts were afire with need, and
Megan relished the anticipation of filling that need almost as much as
the act itself!

With her fingertips, she caressed the bumpy surface of her aureoles
through the soft material, allowing the long, sharp tips of her nails to
flick lightly against her distended nipples. She forced herself to draw
in a long, shaky breath before succumbing to temptation and rolling the
sweet sprites gently between her fingers and thumbs.

She’d have closed her eyes in ecstasy, but she couldn’t tear them away
from the sight! For years, she had dreamt of moments like these, and
now that they were a reality, she intended to enjoy them to the fullest!

Inevitably, the Itch did not confine itself to her breasts. Her entire
body was becoming aroused. While one hand continued to tickle her
wonderful globes, the other stole towards the hem of her short skirt.

The phone speaker rudely curtailed her activities. “Megan, could I
speak to you, a minute?” It was always pleasant to hear Donna’s voice,
but Megan did not welcome the interruption.

“Certainly, Donna,” she replied, and followed that with a “shit!” the
instant the red light winked out. Megan stood inside her office door,
unsure whether to wait to calm down, or to hope that her excitement
would subside before reaching Donna’s room.

It was too sudden to avoid! Donna had turned to speak to another woman
just as she threw open Megan’s door, and walked headlong into her
friend.

“Ssssss!” Megan sucked in her breath. For a brief moment, her entire
being was focused upon the tender, swollen tips of her white-hot
breasts. She closed her eyes while the tide of erotic sensation swept
over her.

They remained motionless for less than two seconds, but it seemed like
minutes to Megan. Her extraordinarily sensitive nipples were pressed
tightly against Donna’s lush breasts. She could almost count the
stitches in Donna’s lace bra through their silky blouses.

Donna’s “Oh, my!” caused Megan’s blue-shadowed eyelids to flutter open.
Megan felt the warm red glow spreading upward from her snowy cleavage,
and witnessed the same flush underlaying Donna’s adroitly painted face.

“Excuse me,” “I’m sorry!” the ladies exclaimed simultaneously. As they
separated, Donna’s lace cups raked Megan’s raw nerve tips like
sandpaper.

Donna was equally startled by their accidental collision. She was
thankful that her report had fluttered to the floor as they had met;
gathering the scattered sheets enabled her to collect her rattled wits.
She had never imagined being sexually aroused by a chance contact with
another woman! She tried desperately not to dwell on the sensation of
Megan’s stiff nipples mashed tightly against her own ripe melons.

“I’m sorry, Donna,” Megan began, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky
to Donna as it did to herself. “You startled me, and I …”

Megan stopped in mid sentence. She was completely flustered by the
sight of her finger-sized nipples showing so obviously through her
simple white blouse. She wanted to run away and hide, afraid of what
Donna might think!

“No, no, Megan, it was my fault,” Donna replied. “I was looking over my
shoulder when I came in, instead of looking where I was going. I didn’t
even knock.” She stood. “I was just bringing …”

Both women were suddenly very quiet. Megan’s heart pounded furiously,
and her eyes widened. She had not felt Donna’s nipples during their
contact. She was quiet sure of that. Yet there they were, standing to
attention under her shimmering red and black blouse, every bit as erect
as Megan’s own, defying her bra!

“Here’s the report” Donna suddenly blurted, thrusting the clump of
papers at Megan. She turned and hurried back to her office, closing the
door behind her.

Megan was startled to realize that, in her elevated emotional state, she
had been positively thrilled at the sight of Donna’s firm round fanny
swiveling beneath her slender leather skirt as she had run off. She
tried to get back to work, but the memory of Donna’s lace bra sliding
over her breasts were too strong to suppress.

Donna, in her office, just sat down and shook. She was hotter than she
had been in months, and she couldn’t fathom why! How could accidentally
bumping into her friend possibly have turned her on, so? She was no
lesbian! Certainly, she’d been happy to see the changes in Megan over
the last few months. She had watched her shy, diffident character
steadily expanding. Megan had become more confident, more alive. But,
Donna had never thought about her in an explicitly sexual context!

The more they thought, the more confused the women each became. Both
would have been shocked to know what the other was thinking.

Two pairs of panty-clad cheeks wiggled in two chairs as two skirts slid
higher. The girls were lucky. No one interrupted them.

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