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Chapter 4

Part 1

Indeed, there certainly was something about Sally, but for Annie, more noticeably it was her scent. Annie always knew when she was at home. It was a soft, musky-woodsy aroma that gently lingered behind her. This scent wasn’t from a bottle, but seemed to emit from Sally herself.

At first, Annie found the scent annoying to her nose – she preferred all things floral. As her desire for Sally simmered, what had once been slightly unpleasant now became a subtle stimulus. Whenever encountered, at first detection, it never failed to heighten Annie’s senses.

Sally’s aroma became an ever-present subliminal seduction. It quietly wore away at Annie’s propriety. The scent reminded her that she was slowly losing her power to resist. There was no escape from Sally’s scent or Annie’s feelings for her.

The logistics of incorporating another person into an existing household is never a simple one. Both women had a love for shoes, which was immediately apparent as one navigated through them like a mine-field upon entering the flat.

“During the second week of Sally”, returning home from a short trip to the grocery, Annie tripped over her cork wedges in the foyer and dropped her canvas tote bag of groceries. Kneeling on the floor collecting the errant items, Annie kept her annoyance in check.

She pushed all their shoes aside and sat on the floor to organize them all by pairing them up. As she did, she thought her roommate’s taste in shoes left a lot to be desired. Her words echoed around in her head for a second as she thought – Left a lot to be desired? What wasn’t undesirable about Sally? She couldn’t think of a thing.

Picking up the cork wedge sandal, looking at it closely, Annie wondered how Sally could possibly walk in them – with a cute little wiggle, as she wistfully recalled. She examined the one-piece sole and heel with its long red leather straps and had to admit to herself that they were indeed sexy.  Just like Sally.

Secretly touching something that belonged to her gave Annie that now familiar twinge. Lifting the sandal to her nose, Sally’s scent was there. It was enough to send her juices flowing. Annie hungered to get close to her, but the thought of actually making the overture was frightening. What if she didn’t respond or even worse – reported her to Michael, the Headmaster of the school? It was all just too great a risk to take.

Juices now flowing along with her thoughts, Annie ran her hand lightly along the smooth sides of the cork sole. Sally’s feet were so small, she thought, enjoying the feeling of the buttery-soft red leather straps as she ran them between her fingers.

Since the invasion of Sally, Annie was in a constant state of sexual tension. Sitting on the floor in the foyer, she now remembered she was home alone. Reaching over to her canvas tote, Annie dumped the salad cucumbers out of their thin plastic bag. She chose a small thin one and took the plastic bag.

It was one of those hot still mid-September afternoons and Annie wore a cotton halter sundress, the skirt now up around her waist as she sat on the floor in the foyer. Peeling off her damp knickers, Annie’s hot, bare bum absorbed the refreshing cool of the ceramic tiles.  Unfastening the halter top of her dress, she freed her full breasts. The cool air felt good on her skin as she slowly caressed and teased her small brown nipples up into thick nubs.

Annie put one of Sally’s cork wedge sandals into the plastic bag and tied it closed. Getting into position on the cool tiles with her back against the wall, she drew her knees up towards her chest with her legs apart, bare feet on the floor.

After a few deep calming breaths, Annie eased the small cucumber in and then out of her vagina to slicken it up; then parting her thick lips, she laid it over her aroused clitoris. Holding it in place between the tick lips of her pussy, she began to gently slide its nubby surface over her clit. Her flesh stiffened up under its cool hardness. Now she focused her attention totally on her arousal.

Changing things up, she slipped the cucumber back into her vagina, enjoying the feeling of its fullness inside her.  Taking Sally’s sandal enclosed in the plastic bag, she held it by the heel and massaged the outside of her lips and mound with its wide toe. The muscles of her vagina contracted in response, gripping its hidden contents.

Now turning the sandal around and holding it by the toe, Annie nudged her lips apart with its narrow heel and her gentle assault began. Placing its ribbed rubber pad over her hard clit shaft, Annie allowed the weight of the shoe to ride on the cushion of her fleshy clit hood as she nudged the sandal back and forth in short, quick rapid strokes.

As she became more excited, Annie gradually eased the heel up her wet flesh to the root of her clit hidden in the bottom of her mound. Firmer and harder strokes drove electric waves of pleasure down into her thighs and up into her stomach. The change in sensation had initially delayed her coming, but it didn’t take long for this to also become pleasurable as Annie brought herself once again close to the edge.

Forcing herself to stop, she put down the sandal to put off the moment. Her flesh was trembling and unfulfilled. If she wanted to enjoy the pleasure of this feeling a little while longer, she had to calm down. Laying out on the cool tile she focused on her breath while gently teasing her nipples with her cold fingertips. 

Annie now opted for the tenderness of her own fingers on her hot flesh. Spreading her legs wide, she removed the cucumber. Slipping the first two fingers of her hand into her wet pussy, she drew them out along with her moisture and spreading them, rested one on either side of her aching clit.  

With heel of her palm in her mound, Annie held her lips closed around her two fingers. She rapidly massaged the flesh in an almost vibrating motion under her hand. She wanted the moment to last as long as possible, so she resisted directly touching her hot clit with her fingers – letting her palm do the stimulating from up in her mound. She was excited, but she knew it would be a struggle if she didn’t allow a fantasy of Sally to play in her head to guide her.    

Sally was pleasuring Annie as her buttocks suddenly clenched with mounting tension. Her pelvis gyrated and tingled under her massaging palm and her clit ached from repeated engorgement with no release. Her nipples were tender to her touches ….

Again, Annie forced herself to cool down again, this time by rolling over on her stomach – the cold tiles shocking her breasts and torso, distracting her attention from the twitching and throbbing in her pussy.

Calm again, but exhausted from the strain, Annie now took Sally’s other sandal and laid the insole down over her face so she could smell Sally’s aroma as she was ready to bring herself to back to the edge of ecstasy with the aid of fantasy and her skilfully soft fingertips.

Allowing her cool fingers to gently caress the soft sides of her breasts, Annie now slipped back into her fantasy –

They were now in her bed and Sally was on her stomach bent over a pile of pillows with her legs spread and her posterior exposed for Annie to enjoy to her heart’s content ….

Annie’s fingertips were now tracing feather-light circles over her own breasts, teasing the flesh into goose bumps and gently twisting her nipples erect.

She kissed her way down Sally’s bum to the pink petals of her secret flesh and lightly licked and sucked them. Applying gentle licking kisses around the opening of her exposed vagina, Annie began to lovingly probe her with her tongue. She could now taste Sally’s musky-woodsy flavour. Kissing her way up her hard shaft, Annie’s tongue sought out the smooth flesh at the very top of Sally’s clit, rubbing it with the tip of her tongue down to her hard clit head. Once there, she licked up and gathered Sally’s long pulsing strip of flesh between her lips….               

Not holding back, this time Annie allowed herself the pleasure of release as the sexual tension skyrocketed inside her pelvis and shot down into her thighs. She continued to rub her clit as the first wave hit, but the intensity after that was just too much, opting instead to hold her breasts and press her erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers to heighten her pleasure. She lay this way on the cool tiles until the internal tsunami of sexual release finally subsided.

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Chapter 3

Part 2

Over the weeks Annie became more accustomed to pleasuring herself in bed than in the shower. Now if her desire was urgent, there were times when she could dispense with fantasy and give control of her pleasuring touches over to Sally. 

This game she played came about in part from her fear of being discovered. Annie only felt comfortable enough to masturbate when she could be assured that Sally wouldn’t walk in or disturb her.

Unbeknownst to Sally, Annie’s self- pleasuring was remotely controlled by her. It was the steady rhythm of her breathing in the next room that provided the tempo that drove the strokes of Annie’s fingers or the deep long sliding of her gel dildo. Annie resisted the urge to pleasure herself any faster until she either came from the slow mounting of excitement or the heat got the better of her and she could no longer hold back. It was the closest she could get to physically being together with Sally. As it was with her Michael fantasy, Annie pleasuring herself according to her own free will felt like a betrayal. She dedicated that part of her anatomy to Sally; the rest was Annie’s to please as she willed.  

Every night Annie listened for the sound of Sally slipping deep into sleep. Once she felt assured of not being disturbed, only then would Annie lovingly begin to touch her breasts, nipples, torso and thighs in preparation for the sweet ensuing torture of her clitoris, vagina and rectum. When it was time to pleasure in earnest, no place on Annie’s tingling body was sacred from her Sally-driven touches. 

She sweetly punished all her erogenous zones with tender touches, squeezes, pinches, scratches and even licks from her own tongue – pretending that it was all done by Sally. It became her habit now to bring herself to the edge of ecstasy as often as she could bear it, with an equal number of long cool-off sessions in between.

The first “bold step” for Annie came the following Saturday as Sally was dashing out the door to go camping with her art students. Annie was sorting laundry and offered to include Sally’s in the mix. Running back into her room, Sally dropped her net bag of laundry on the kitchen floor, thanked Annie with a bright smile, and dashed out for the rest of the weekend. Like a treasure chest, Annie opened at the bag wide. Inside she found the usual mix and – the white Capri’s.

That night Annie took the Capri’s to bed with her for the closest experience she had yet with Sally. Her scent was a heady one and Annie couldn’t get enough of it.

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Chapter 3

Part 1

Suffering all the symptoms of love sickness, Annie now relieved herself at night with long sessions of self-pleasuring alone in her bed. The Michael fantasy had entirely lost its thrill. You could say that he was dumped for another woman. Returning to him now would be like betraying Sally.

Craving only her, Annie began to create new fantasies starring Sally in the leading role. In her favourite one, Sally is an Art student and she, an English Literature student. In the fantasy as in real life, Annie has a secret crush on Sally and is just waiting for a chance to show it.

When Annie finally allows herself the long-awaited release of pleasure in reality, she is usually licking or sucking Sally into her own ecstasy in her fantasy. The main theme of all her fantasies portrays Sally as an innocent, who is curious, then aroused and pleasured by adoring Annie. 

Her favourite scenario often goes like this –

It’s Friday night and Annie goes to Sally’s dorm room to pick her up for their monthly girl’s night out. When Annie arrives, Sally is dressed, but still has to do her make-up. She’s wearing her white Capri’s, turquoise blue India gauze blouse – and nothing on underneath, of course. Her cork wedges with the red leather straps lay waiting by the door.

Annie pretends to smell alcohol in the air, which is a forbidden substance in the dorms. Teasing Sally, she sings out “Where is it?” and starts to snoop around her room. Then Annie notices a tall open bottle of water standing with Sally’s paints and brushes on her worktable next to the bed. Laughing, they both grab for it at the same time. In the struggle, the bottle, which actually does contain water, splashes out across Annie’s jeans.

In the mood for some fun, Annie dashes into the bathroom and comes out with a glass of cold water to throw on Sally. She begs her not to, but Annie douses her anyway – deliberately right across her gauze blouse. She knows Sally doesn’t wear a bra and tonight she wasn’t disappointed. The thin wet fabric shows everything Sally has – the clear outlines of her small breasts and large nipples which were now standing in hard little points under the wet fabric.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, the jovial atmosphere turns serious as Sally half turns her back to Annie and quietly begins pulling the clinging wet blouse away from her breasts. Annie sits on the bed with her and gently pulls Sally’s hands away. “They’re beautiful Sally, don’t be shy,” she says softly.

Sally was always self-conscious of her breasts. In a soft voice she said “I’m different and it makes me feel abnormal.” “No, Sally, you’re uniquely you and you’re beautiful”, countered Annie. Let’s get out of these wet clothes; we’ll catch our death of cold.

Sitting up on her knees on Sally’s bed, Annie took the lead and pulled her wet T shirt and bra off first and threw them to the floor. Sally couldn’t take her eyes off Annie’s full plump breasts with their dark nubby nipples. Previously, the only nude women she had ever seen live were the models in her art classes, but then never so close or personal like it was now with Annie.

Annie held her hands out to help Sally pull off her wet blouse and to her surprise, she agreed. Out popped the two precious jellies, their puffy pink crowning glories now stiffened slightly into small cones and tipped delicate little pink nipples. Still feeling embarrassed, Sally hid her breasts with her hands.

To ease the situation, Annie pulled back the duvet on Sally’s bed and motioned that they should get under to warm up. They lay like spoons in the single sized bed for one, Sally’s front to Annie’s back. Annie took Sally’s hand and put it around her waist.  As she drew closer, Annie could feel the tips of her cold firm breasts as they grazed the warmth of the skin on her back.

Again, to Annie’s surprise, Sally held her hand and then squeezed it. Whispering softly in Annie’s ear she asked “Can I touch them?” Without a word, Annie guided Sally’s hand to her cool breasts.

Lying perfectly still, Sally’s hand traced their curves and gently cupped and weighed one in her hand. Annie held on to her passions. With a soft voice Sally asked, “Can I touch your nipples? They’re not like mine.” Annie quietly responded by rubbing her hand on Sally’s forearm.

Drawing her body even closer, Sally’s cool breasts now pressed into Annie, her fingers touching where they pleased. Annie longed for a loving touch from Sally and not an explorative one like she was now experiencing. Slowly rolling over onto her back, Annie pulled down the duvet to expose herself for Sally to see, making sure Sally remained covered. Annie was starting to get very wet now with the uncertain anticipation as to where this was going.

Laying on her side in the small bed against Annie, Sally ran her fingers over Annie’s nipples. Her fingertips gently traced the puckered flesh around the dark hard nubs. Gently she rubbed and tugged them between her fingers to see how big she could make them.

Softly Annie whispered, “You can suck them if you like.” Sally took her hand away. Annie thought she might have gone too far, but Sally was just mulling the idea over in her head. To Annie’s amazement, Sally leaned over her and barely took one of her hard nipples into her mouth, almost as if to taste and see if she’d like it.

Annie was about to explode. The warmth of Sally’s full lips softly on her cold dark skin, the light feeling of her suckling tongue as it curled just around her nipple drove her wild. Resisting temptation to act on her passions, Annie held her emotions in check and began to tenderly massage the back of Sally’s neck. With her other hand she guided Sally in caressing her other breast.

Sally began to respond by taking in more of Annie’s breast into her mouth. Letting go, she covered the erect nub with quick little kisses all around with an affection Annie could feel. Gently stroking Sally’s hair and face, she rested her head on Annie’s chest, caressing her on her own now.

For several minutes the lay this way, enjoying their tender touches of friendship and affection. Annie held Sally close as her hand slipped down the back of her Capri’s and over the plump cheeks of her round bottom. Slowly she stroked her smooth soft flesh.   

Relaxed now, Sally breathed deeply and began to respond. She moved her body up to bring her face closer to Annie’s and they fell naturally into a soft kiss. Their tongues lightly played with each other between wet parted lips that barely touched. This also brought her bottom closer to the thrilling touches from Annie’s gentle hand. On her own now, Sally continued to caress and tease Annie’s breast.

Her passions increasing, Sally now raised her buttocks up and slightly spread her legs to meet Annie’s gentle touches as they continued coming from behind. Stroking her fingers along the divide of her buttocks, she moved her fingers down to the wet opening of her vagina. Sally’s breath came in short little gasps from her open mouth as their tongues continued their dance between parted lips.

Annie’s fingertips wet themselves in the moisture that now pooled at the opening of Sally’s vagina as her flesh tensed. She lightly stroked the pink petal lips of her secret flesh with her slickened fingertips. All inhibition was lost now. Wanting more, Sally raised her buttocks higher and opened her legs wider to receive Annie’s tantalizing touches, hoping she would finally begin to pleasure her.

At last, Annie felt confident in touching Sally without hesitation, she could feel her body aching for more – when a small voice said, “Please Annie, I want you to touch me. Please don’t stop.” Reaching further down, Annie’s wet fingertips lightly touched Sally’s hard clitoris from below her silky mound. A soft low moan came from her open mouth as Annie gently covered it with her lips, sucking her small tongue into her mouth. Sally’s pelvis drew back from the intensity of Annie’s touch.

Annie’s fingertips returned once again to quickly but lightly ride the thick loose flesh of Sally’s long clit shaft. With several well placed flicks across her hard bare clit head, the flesh now stood erect from between the full lips of her pussy. Sally’s pelvis was frozen in mid air and her body trembled from arousal.

A few firmer teasing touches along the edge of her clit hood made Sally’s body slightly sway. She had begun to suck and fondle Annie’s breasts without reservation. Annie slowed her strokes to cool Sally off and to prolong the moment. Sally’s body shuddered, sucking harder and nibbling at Annie’s nipples in her desperation to spur Annie on.

Annie was thoroughly excited now herself, but this first time was for Sally, who now began to rock her pelvis to encourage her fingers to touch her again. Instead, Annie’s hand cupped the full flesh of Sally’s pussy and gently massaged it.

Passionately Sally began to kiss Annie to arouse her into finishing what she’d started. She softly whined into Annie’s mouth and held her tighter and kissed her harder. Finally giving in, Annie spread the thick lips of her pussy and began to tease her wet clit with light rapid touches along her hard shaft.

With a gasp, Sally pulled her mouth from Annie’s and she buried her face in her neck. Now it was time to give Sally what she craved. Applying firm steady strokes, Annie’s fingertip rode the soft thick flesh over Sally’s hard clit shaft. Moaning into her neck, Sally’s pelvis arched from the intensity of the rippling sensations. Annie’s firm fingertip went back to its mark and continued working Sally’s frenzied flesh.

Oh! I’m going to come! I’m going to come! Easy, gently please! I’m going to come! Touch me gently! Gently please! Annie gave Sally the pause in the action that she wanted. She was breathing very heavily now and her body was taught. Annie’s finger left Sally’s hard throbbing clit shaft to take a quick dip in her pool again. Coming back up, she softly rubbed back Sally’s clit hood and gently rubbed the smooth nub of her bare clit head.  

Locked in a kiss, Sally began to breathe quick and deep as her wet flesh gave a little spasm under Annie’s finger and she burst into orgasm. Annie held her finger firmly over the length of Sally’s clit to feel the pulse of excitement as it rolled through her trembling flesh. Annie held her until she stopped shuddering and then gently laid her back on the bed.

Sally’s arm lay across her eyes while her body still heaved and tingled with orgasmic pleasure. Her small breasts were in full attention, the puffiness of her nipples now pulled up into tightly tipped cones.

Reaching over to Sally’s work table Annie grabbed a large sable paint brush. She lightly teased her tender breasts, nipples, ribs, hips and trembling belly. Annie’s body in its heightened state squirmed under the foreign touch of the soft bristles.

Then Annie dipped the brush into the bottle of water on the table. With the wet sable brush Annie painted Sally’s tender breasts and nipples into tight little points as she threw her hand down over her mouth to stifle her squeals. Then she ran the wet brush down Sally’s belly. The bed squeaked as she jumped from the sensations. Dipping the brush again into the cold water, Annie painted a cool wet line down Sally’s hot clit. Sally spread her legs wide for more.

When she couldn’t bear the teasing brush strokes on her quivering flesh a moment longer she begged Annie to make her come again. That was all Annie wanted to hear. She kissed Sally’s hips and belly and moved down and gently nibbled her mound as her thumbs pulled back her thick lips, fully baring her long clitoris. The feeling of the cold air on her exposed secret flesh gave her a rush.

Sally teased her own nipples while Annie’s lips and hot tongue gently sucked her hard clit shaft, sending her body into shudders of sexual tension all over again. Annie could feel her clit throb and grow under her tongue with each lick. It took just a few well placed flicks of her firm tongue tip to send Sally over the edge again.

A small shriek escaped from her mouth as Sally’s body convulsed with another explosion and her hands held her small breasts tight. Sally lay still now, her breathing shallow and shaky as Annie’s lips remained in a kiss on Sally’s spent wet flesh. 

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Chapter 2

Part 2

Before the advent of Sally, Annie’s favourite fantasy went something like this -

It was after school when she and Michael, the Headmaster, were alone in his office. They’d waited all day for this moment to be together. She came into his arms as he stood in front of his executive desk. Reaching under her blouse, Michael undid her bra as Annie quickly undid the buttons. Michael caught her breasts in his free hand as they fell. His large smooth hands gently caressed her bare flesh as his fingers squeezed and teased her nipples to attention. While his hands played, he locked his mouth onto hers in a sensual French kiss.

Breaking away, Michael pulled Annie to him by her hips and wetly dragged his open mouth down her neck to her exposed breasts. Raising one to his mouth, his tongue rapidly flicked the soft surrounding skin of her nipple, his warm breath raising the flesh into a halo of tiny raised bumps. Now placing a soft kiss on her nipple, Michael hungrily gobbled it up between his lips in a soft bite and very firmly massaged the flesh into a neat hard nub.

Electric sensations shot from her nipple and her clit twitched in arousal. A soft moan came from deep within her throat. The tip of Michael’s wet tongue was now running over the flat surface of her nipple. Annie’s body shook with arousal. Then in an instant, Michael quickly sucked up her entire wet nipple with some of her breast into his hot mouth. Annie gasped with the feelings.

At this point, if Annie was in the shower she would already be fondling her soapy breasts and nipples in unison with her fantasy. If she became aroused to quickly, she’d gently press them against the cold tile wall until she calmed down enough and could begin again. The cold always dampened her arousal.

If Annie was in her bed, she would force her hands away from her breasts by gripping the headboard behind her, stretching out her naked body, taking slow deep breaths while focusing her eyes on the ceiling. If that didn’t help, she would resort to twisting the thin skin inside her upper arm, the pain would kill her arousal.

Unlike her sessions with the washcloth, during these special moments it would take all of Annie’s will power to delay orgasm and stick to her fantasy script. Her finger had the ability to deftly touch her hungry flesh in a way the washcloth never could. The Michael of her fantasy drove her pleasuring touch – the pressure, speed, place and even when allowing her to come.  

When her senses were cooled, Annie would begin her arousal again by using just her fingertips to unmercifully tickle her breasts, nipples, torso and inner thighs. She’d tickle and tease her flesh to a heightened state of arousal until she couldn’t bear it any longer. Only then her body would be able to accept what she was about to do to herself next.

Annie required a high state of sexual arousal in order to keep her mind focused on her fantasy – pretending it was Michael’s finger that rubbed the sensations of pleasure into her clit and not hers. If Annie craved an intense orgasm, she would have to pretend that it was Michael, not her, doing the pleasuring. If she couldn’t, then she would lose her desire and have to resort to using the washcloth in the shower. If that wasn’t possible, she’d miserably accept the outcome and go unsatisfied.

And so lost in her fantasy, Annie’s mind remained fixed on the things she would do to please Michael until she made him come. Stroke for stroke, touch for touch, what she did to Michael’s penis, she would do in turn to her own clitoris with her finger – mutual orgasm between fantasy and reality.

It usually ended with Michael coming in her fantasy and she coming for real -  

Michael lost himself in Annie’s breasts while her hand worked the hard length of his penis through his trousers. Now they changed positions as Michael unzipped and dropped his trousers and Annie perched herself up on the edge of the desk. Wearing only his shirt and tie, Michael stood with his back between Annie’s open legs and leaned his shoulders back against her chest. His hands reached and gripped the edge of the desk behind him.

Delivered into the cool air of the office, Michael’s engorged penis bobbed aloft as it thrust away from his body by the tilt of his pelvis from leaning back on Annie. In its excitement, a drop of pre-cum slipped from his thick glands and spun a clear thin thread as it fell to the floor. Annie’s hand went round his waist to ease the hard flesh with gentle cupping strokes from underneath. Michael begged her now to work his flesh harder to make him come.

In her effort to please, Annie slipped her other hand between Michael’s thighs from the rear to hold and massage his balls. Gripping Michael’s now rock hard penis in her other hand, she held him closer to her from behind, as she began jerking his flesh as if it was her own. Her hands were cold from the office air conditioning and their sensation on his penis aching for release only added to his thrill.

With each stroke, Annie’s fingertips lightly flew over the smooth head of Michael’s thick glands, her fingertips flicking the flaring edges of its cap. Occasionally she’d let a fingertip slip over his urethra and whenever she did, she could feel his balls tense up in her other hand. She’d gently massage his now tightening balls together along with the jerking rhythm of her other hand. She could feel he was close to coming.  

Slowing the pace down, Annie began to drive Michael wild. Her hand stopped jerking his flesh, as her other hand still continued to gently massage his tight balls. Now began the gentle assault on the head of Michael’s penis. Holding his glands with her thumb on top of the fleshy head, Annie positioned her fingertips below it along the raised ridge of flesh that ran to his urethra. Now her fingertips rhythmically worked in light backward tickling strokes under his glands and down the raised ridge along the underside of Michael’s penis. She was determined to tease out and catch more of his precious pre-cum.

It didn’t take long for more than a drop to appear or for Annie’s fingertips to smear over the tender opening and up over the thick fleshy glands of his penis. Michael groaned and bucked his hips. The intensity of her tender touches on his excited flesh were now overwhelming. He wanted Annie to dispense with the tenderness and begin jerking his penis again.

Again, Michael tried to thrust and escape her teasing, hoping to encourage her back to jerking him off. Annie would have none of it and grabbed up his penis again and gave him a shuddering thrill as she employed all five fingertips now into massaging just the throbbing head of his penis with his now very generous pre-cum. But this was not the way he wanted to roll.

With a groan, Michael thrust out his pelvis from the intensity again. His flesh throbbed with its urgency now to release its load as he gripped the desk from the wave of a sudden rush.

He couldn’t endure Annie’s teasing any longer. He needed a proper jerking. Letting go of the desk, he quickly gripped his large hand over Annie’s, squeezed their hands together over his rock hard penis and took hers along for the ride as he began to pump his flesh in short rapid strokes. With his free hand he pushed Annie’s away and scooped up his hard balls and roughly massaged them. Breathlessly, he ordered Annie to quickly put her finger into his rectum as high as it would go and wiggle it – NOW!  Michael’s penis and rectum both pulsed in unison, his muscles formed a tight ring around Annie’s finger, as he began to come.

As he did, Michael let out a small cry; his body immediately lost all control as wave upon wave of convulsive pleasure swept over him. Maintained his grip and he continued to rapidly pump their hands over his penis as three long clear ribbons of cum shot out and over the carpet.

Annie could feel the movement of it as it coursed through the shaft of Michael’s penis with every spasm. She marvelled as she watched it shoot its way out from the now crimson head of Michael’s glands – it was powerful, almost violent as the fluid shot.

The eruption ended with his fifth spasm, too weak to shoot now, Michael’s hot clear come drooled down their closed fists. Wrapping their sticky hands in his white shirt tail, spent, Michael turned to face Annie and crumbled in her arms; he buried his face in her neck as she kissed his ear, whispering her love for him.    

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Chapter 1

Part 4

Over the next two weeks, Annie avoided eye contact with Sally as a means to maintain composure. Sally continued to remain oblivious to Annie’s inner turmoil, which only heightened her sexual frustration. Desire had now emboldened her enough so that if given the chance, the right circumstance, Annie felt she could make the first move – but Sally remained distant. Although they slept only a bedroom apart, it might as well have been the distance of an ocean between them.

It was obvious that Sally only thought of Annie as a roommate and not even one of her own choice at that. Annie was just a work colleague, nothing more. Sally made her friendships outside the sphere of her work and home life. Annie’s flat was just a place for her to hang her hat for the next year – the duration of her contract with the school. There wasn’t much time.

As many women do, when Annie masturbated, it was usually around the time of her period, and when she did, she preferred the privacy of her shower. Sliding a long soapy washcloth back and forth lightly between her legs would gently stimulate her entire pubic area enough until she came.

If her hands didn’t touch herself, Annie felt less guilty about the act – her rational being that it was the will and action of the object in its passive touching that brought her to climax and not her own will directing the actions of her hand. The washcloth absolved Annie from the guilty feelings she still had when she pleasured herself.

Annie was introduced to the pleasures of the soapy washcloth by her mother when she was 4 years old. Self-conscious about touching her daughter’s private parts, Annie’s mother made a game by running the washcloth back and forth between her legs. Unwittingly, instead of avoiding sexual arousal, she created it with the rapid movements and contact of the slick wet cloth on Annie’s young flesh. At the same time, Annie also enjoyed the sensations she felt when she covered her tiny hard nipples with the bubbles from her bath.

At 5 years of age Annie was old enough now to take a bath by herself. One evening when she took longer than usual, her mother walked in on her as she played her favourite bath time game.  There she was sitting with her legs spread in the drained tub, the clear plastic suction cups of the soap dish stuck to her nipples, exploring her soapy pussy with her finger and the bar of soap. As her punishment, she was dealt a humiliating lecture and made to take a big bite of the soap. Bath time for Annie was never the same.

Although these events were now long forgotten, their effects were clearly evident in Annie’s sexual preferences and practices. Her aversion to masturbating with her hands or fingers, a preference for letting an object or a boyfriend stimulate her to orgasm, her preference of self-pleasuring while standing in the shower, the washcloth, soap, cold tile – these were all deeply rooted from her first experiences in childhood with sex. Annie never thought about this and never made the connection.    Usually it took Annie a few minutes to come with the washcloth and she never fantasized when using it. There was no fore or after play. Done mainly to ease the tension from her monthly periods, the act was more a therapeutic one and not sensual. It wasn’t much different than scratching an itch or taking an aspirin for a headache.

On the occasion when Annie didn’t have her period and did have the desire to be pleasured, then she had to resort to making fantasy her personal sex assistant. During these sessions Annie was able to accept the touch of just one of her fingers as opposed to two or three or her hand. As long as she fixed her thoughts on something else and not what she was actually doing to herself, Annie could coax her flesh to quicker, more powerful orgasms than when she used the washcloth.

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Any efforts now to keep her passions in check were in vain. Driven by what she had just witnessed, Annie’s fingernails raced around and over her hard nipples. As she leaned against the wall, she crossed her legs at the ankles and repeatedly clenched and released the muscles of her thighs and pussy in an attempt to satisfy her craving for stimulation.

 Head tilted back against the wall Annie sighed under her breath – “just a moment, only a moment, that’s all I want. “ For this to work, Annie had to give herself over to fantasy. Annie ignored her fears of being discovered, closed her eyes, sighed again and took the risk anyway –

Annie was now enjoying the feeling of ever so lightly running her hot, wet tongue over the cool thin skin Sally’s puffy nipples, exciting the fine flesh into delicate hard points. Suckling and caressing both breasts, Sally’s hushed voice whispered out to her – Annie, please ….

Annie’s hands quickly slipped under her blouse and lifted up her bra. Letting her breasts half slip out, she trapped them in place under the tight elastic band. The pressure across her breasts forced them into firm mounds with their nipples standing stiff. Annie was past the point of caring now. Placing a hand over each breast, she spread out her fingers and rapidly fanned them back and forth lightly on her tingling nipples. She was so close …. 

Now positioned between Sally’s open legs, Annie ran the palms of her hands up and over her breasts and down her flat belly and hips. As she did, she gently kissed and sucked wide wet swaths over her quivering belly and hips and down to her mound. Sally loosely locked her legs around Annie’s waist and tilted her pelvis up to receive Annie’s mouth as it explored her body. 

Instead, Annie guided Sally’s fingers down into her flesh wetting them with her own juices. Placing them on her breasts, Annie coached Sally to tease her nipples up into tall points with her fingertips as she watched.  Putting her feelings of self-consciousness aside, Sally would do anything Annie wanted as long as she pleasured her till she came. She longed for Annie to gently place her mouth over her open pussy and make gentle love to her aroused clit until she came in a shuddering orgasm. 

Sally’s body squirmed impatiently as she tried to angle her fleshy cleft to meet Annie’s probing lips as she nuzzled and nibbled her silky mound. Annie resisted touching Sally’s quivering inner flesh. Not yet. Instead she gently sucked Sally’s thick velvety lips while her hands cupped and separated her buttocks from underneath.  In response, Sally tilted her pelvis higher and opened her thighs wider in invitation. Annie stopped.

To Sally’s frustration, Annie closed her legs together and placed a long lingering kiss on the aching flesh hiding between her cleft.  Sally let out a soft, but audible moan and gripped the sides of the mattress. She wanted more than a teasing kiss and her hips bucked in protest. Annie pulled her head away, released her buttocks and held Sally’s hips down on the mattress.

Afraid she had upset her now; Sally whimpered and begged like a child, “I’m sorry Annie! Please I’ll be still, I’ll be good. Do it your way, but please don’t stop!”

Firmly holding Sally’s thighs together now, Annie went down again.  Annie was going to pleasure Sally her way. Suddenly she jabbed her tongue through the tightly closed lips.  With one long, slow, hard lick, Annie ran her wet wide tongue up her engorged clit shaft from bottom to top. Sally gasped from the intensity of the long sensation Annie’s tongue played on her bare clit head. The bed shuddered as her buttocks tensed and she gripped the mattress. In a hushed rasp of a voice she whispered to Annie, “Make me come, make me come now!”

- when suddenly it was Annie who burst into trembling spasms of pleasure.

Nearly falling over from the first jolt, Annie steadied herself with both hands against the wall. The spasms doubled her over. She tried to repress the sound of a hiccup as it escaped from her mouth. This was the first time Annie ever had an orgasm without any direct touch. The heat on her cheeks was hotter now as the warmth travelled down her neck.

Never had she had an attraction like this for a man. She certainly had never thought of a woman before in a sexual way. Annie didn’t want to debate morality in her head. All she knew was that suddenly she was infatuated this woman and she didn’t know what to do about it or how she should behave.

Catching her breath, Annie quickly looked up and focused her eyes again on the gap in the door. She wanted to see the last sight she may ever have of Sally naked.

Now leaning over her open suitcase, Sally’s small breasts were suspended in mid-air, displaying all their tender fullness as she whipped out an oversized T-shirt. Annie had managed to literally come just in time. As Sally stood up again, her delicious little breasts bounced back in their respective places on her chest. Annie noticed the heads of her little pink nipples had once again retreated back into to their soft puffy pillows.

It took just a few short steps for Annie to once again be back in the living room and seated in the armchair. She was still feeling random spasms of pleasure as she tried to compose herself before Sally emerged from the bedroom.

The sound of flip-flops slapping on the wooden floor announced her presence. She was wearing nothing more than the over-sized T-shirt.

And that was only the first hour.

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The events of that first day didn’t end there.

Sally left the bedroom door ajar, chatting away as she began to change out of her travel clothes. From a respectful distance, Annie sat in an armchair in the living room, modestly averting her eyes away from the gap in the door. 

The sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor brought Annie suddenly to attention. Fighting embarrassment, yet unable to resist temptation, she quietly traded her place in the armchair for a better vantage point in the hall.

Standing against the wall opposite the door she secretly peered through the narrow gap to see Sally as she bent over, still wearing her cork platform wedges, fetching her Capri’s from the floor – her naked derriere in the breeze. However, what was below those full cheeks caused more heat in Annie than the embarrassment she felt from spying.

It was just a fleeting moment, but it was to remain burned in her memory as a favourite fantasy re-run for months to come. As Sally was bending over, the soft beige lips of her pussy remained widely parted, moulded into place from their bare ride in the crotch of her Capri’s. Each full lip lay damply draped against the inside of a firm thigh.

But it was the thrill generated from the fleeting glimpse of the slight movements made by the unfolding of the soft moist pink petals of Sally’s secret inner flesh that gripped Annie tight.

 As she marvelled at the sight, sharp sparks of desire coursed through her body. In answer to the call, her nipples had now contracted into tight little nubs. Between her legs, Annie could feel a slight dampness begin.

Surprised by her physical response, Annie touched her breasts to confirm the fact she didn’t want to admit – Sally sexually aroused her. Annie’s nipples were indeed rock hard under her fingers as she felt them through the restrictions of her bra and blouse. It wasn’t her imagination, she was thoroughly excited, the intensity of it alarming.

Quick, light squeezes to her aching nipples eased the tension from their sudden awakening, which only further heightened the pleasurable sensations in her moistening pussy. The muscles in her stomach quivered. The air softly hissed as Annie slowly sucked in through clenched teeth. She was completely aroused now and she couldn’t do much to satisfy the urgency of her mounting passion. 

Standing up, wearing only her blouse, Sally turned round and casually tossed the Capri’s onto the bed and returned to face the dresser mirror. Her white skin was striking against the brilliant turquoise of her India gauze blouse which rode just above a light dusting of fine golden hair that covered her fleshy mound. Annie noticed it wasn’t dense enough to hide the darkness between the cleft of her lips leading the way to her secret pink place – the place that thrilled Annie so with just a fleeting glimpse.

Momentarily out of sight and then passing back into view, Sally had now removed the turquoise blouse and wedges which left her completely naked. Annie strained to see her nude reflection in the dresser mirror.

Still aimlessly chatting away about her journey, Sally was unaware of the effect she was having on Annie, who no longer listened, as she rambled on about her flight. Responding with an occasional ah-ah now and then, she was lost in the reflection of Sally’s nudity. If Annie had any shame, she had forgotten about it now.

Standing naked before the mirror, Sally began to massage the travel-weariness from her neck and shoulders. Her small firm breasts trembled with the action. In their pink perfection they reminded Annie of two small moulded jellies on a plate. Reluctantly, she had to admit to herself that it was the sight of Sally’s nipples pushing against her blouse that had first attracted her, but it was the thought of tasting the delicately soft pink flesh of her pussy that snared her.

True, her breasts might have been small, but what they lacked in size was more than compensated by their exceptionally large nipples. Each areola appeared to cup their respective breast with a very smooth pale pink skin that puffed around a delicate little nipple. Their pink colour combined with their soft fullness gave them the appearance of being fluidly translucent as they lightly clung to the roundness of each little breast. Hardly breathing now, Annie’s eyes were glued to Sally’s dancing breasts as she continued to work the stiffness out of her muscles.

Quietly the air conditioning cycled on, the cool air from the vents quickly made its presence felt, prompting Sally to run her hands down her arms erasing the goose bumps and sweeping  over her breasts, completely covering them as she gently rubbed the warmth back into the tender flesh. With a gentle bounce upon their release, Annie noticed the heads of Sally’s small pink nipples had firmed up from the attention. Standing slightly above the puffy pink clouds that surrounded them below, she wondered what it would feel like to fill her mouth with their tender softness, savouring them as one would a fine delicacy.     

Totally captivated, Annie leaned her back against the wall as her fingernails began to rhythmically rake over her nipples through her clothing.  Although she usually avoided touching herself, Annie longed to quickly slip a finger through the side of her sopping knickers and give her throbbing clit a firm fingering. The total release Annie was aching for would not take more than a minute.   

The pent up sexual tension was crippling and the covert viewing of unsuspecting Sally in her nudity riveting.  In her heightened state of arousal, Annie couldn’t move herself away from the door and Sally would soon be finished changing. Annie knew it wouldn’t take long to make herself come, she was nearly there already, but the embarrassment would be devastating if she were caught in the act of pleasuring herself.

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The Roommate

Chapter One

The new roommate was an unexpected addition to Annie’s life. There were no available rooms in the school flats, so when the Head Teacher asked if she’d put up Sally, the new art teacher, in her own place Annie agreed – reluctantly. That was two weeks ago. Now she was about to break.

Right from the start there was an undercurrent of tension. Not the usual sort when one’s life has suddenly been disrupted, but of the sexual kind. Although heterosexual, Annie had always appreciated an attractive woman and Sally was certainly that – faired skinned, white blonde hair with light blue eyes.

If Sally sensed any of Annie’s discomforts, she never let on. At first, the attraction alarmed her, consumed her, as desire grew into a nagging hunger that wouldn’t go away. The frustration caused by the inability to act on her forbidden desires imprisoned Annie in a state of internal agitation. After all, they were colleagues and Annie had her reputation with the school.

Annie’s torture began from the very moment Sally stepped into the flat. As she bent down to put her suitcase on the bed in the guest room, Annie couldn’t help but notice that Sally didn’t wear any knickers under her white Capri pants. The cork platform wedge sandals with their red leather straps wound round her ankles, only added to the effect – sexy.

Another quick glance as she stood back up and turned round revealed the large, soft bumps of nipples that floated on small breasts as they pressed against the thin fabric of her brilliant turquoise blue India gauze blouse – she didn’t wear a bra either.

That’s when it first happened. As she stole that furtive glance of Sally’s breasts, a sudden spasm between her legs caught Annie by surprise. It registered its intensity with a blush on her cheeks and a stiffening of her nipples. The effect stunned her.

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