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Consuela opened the door soon after the doorbell rang. “Helga!” she said as she hugged the pretty blonde girl on the steps. Helga hugged her back and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m glad to see you too,” Consuela said with a slight blush. “Did you have a nice stay?” “Yes, Aunt Ella decided I was grown up enough to spend my time as I liked, so I had lots of fun.” Helga continued hugging her waist and seemed almost as if she was going to lean in for another kiss, but after two seconds let her go. “You have to tell me all about it,” Consuela replied. “Let’s get some soda and go to my room.” In the kitchen Helga asked, “Connie, have you had a good summer so far?” “No. It’s been really dull.” “Your parents are at work?” “Yes, so it’s been just me. Even the TV is lousy during the day.” Consuela noticed that Helga was standing a bit closer to her than usual, but it didn’t bother her. She grabbed Helga’s upper arm and said, “Come on, we have the whole day ahead of us! Shame it’s gonna rain.” They walked into Consuela’s room. Consuela sat on her bed, Helga in her desk chair, and they sipped their sodas for a minute. “Come here, let me show you something!” Consuela patted the bed next to her and Helga sat down with her left hip against Consuela’s right. Consuela held out her hand and asked, “Like?” “Is it turquoise?” “And silver! It was a surprise from Dad for passing junior year. An advance birthday present, he said.” Helga held Consuela’s hand in the light for a better look. “Sweet! Hey, birthday girl, in a month you won’t be sweet sixteen any more.” “Sweet sixteen and never been kissed.” “Poor Connie.” “Boys have cooties.” She grimaced. “Oh, I think some of them are cute.” “Maybe, but they still smell.” “Are you sure you’re not still thirteen?” Consuela laughed, “It’s not like there are any boys around anyway, so I’ll probably have to wait until college. I’ll bet the boys are a lot more grown up there.” Helga shook her head. “Momma says boys don’t grow up until they’re 25.” Consuela sighed. “I’ll have to get an older boyfriend then. I’ll be 18 and he’ll be 30, and rich and handsome and ever so polite.” They laughed and she continued, “I’ll let him kiss me everywhere, even on my neck!” “What else will you let him do?” “Well, what we read about in sex ed. He’ll probably want to go all the way the first night.” She frowned, “I wonder what it’s like.” “It’s pretty hot.” Consuela glared at her in shock. “Unh-uh, no way! You’ve never even been kissed!” “Well, at Aunt Ella’s…” “No! You kissed a boy! Tell me about it!” “No, but it was almost as good.” “What?” Coyly she replied, “No, it’s probably best not to.” “Tell me!” Over the next five minutes Consuela begged and swore eternal secrecy, and Helga finally smiled. “Well, one day I was going to go out to the library while Aunt Ella was at work, but I mislaid my key, so I started looking around. I was in Aunt Ella’s bedroom and started looking at her rings, and then I went in her closet and looked at all her dresses. In the back of her closet she had some…some books, you know?” “Books?” Suddenly Consuela’s eyes went wide and she giggled and blushed. “Oh, books!” They laughed. “So I started looking through one of them and just then I heard the front door open. I was too scared to do anything at first, and then it took me a few seconds to put the books back real quiet-like, you know? And just then the door opened and Aunt Ella came in elvankent escort with a younger man. He must have been about 23, and Aunt Ella was topless!” “Wow.” Consuela giggled. “Yeah. Aunt Ella told him I was going to be at the library for three or four hours since I’m a bookworm, and she started kissing him.” “Was he a good kisser?” “She thought so! He sure looked like it too.” “So what all did you see?” “Everything.” “Everything?” “Everything.” “Wow.” “Did she like it?” “Oh yes.” “Wow. I wish I knew what it’s like. Just so I could be ready, you know?” “Yeah.” “Lucky you, you know now. Sort of.” “Yeah.” “I’d love to know what kissing’s like. Real kissing.” “Me too.” Consuela sat there silently for a minute. She felt overheated and had a hard time breathing, and she was suddenly afraid to look at Helga. “We could…well, practice,” she finally said in a small, choked voice, “so we’ll be ready.” Without a pause Helga said, “Sure, let’s try it.” Consuela flushed in surprise, overjoyed at not being rejected, and stared into Helga’s light blue eyes. Helga smiled easily. “Well, I think we start like this,” and leaned in to give a light touch of her lips to Consuela’s. She looked at her briefly and leaned in for a longer kiss. Consuela closed her eyes. She felt Helga’s lips pressing against hers and began kissing back. They kissed for five minutes before Consuela felt Helga’s tongue pushing between her lips. With a sudden thrill she opened her lips and felt the tongue push inside her mouth, and she danced around it with her own tongue. After a minute she pushed her tongue past Helga’s and between her lips; Helga started sucking on her tongue and Consuela began breathing more heavily. She felt as if she would never be able to breathe again and feared her body might cramp up if she couldn’t stretch her muscles, but at the same time she wanted to continue kissing. Finally she pulled back and said, “Wow.” After a long pause she asked, “What else do boys do?” Helga said, “Put your arms over my shoulders and let me hug you.” Consuela felt Helga’s arms wrap around her waist as her own arms wrapped around her shoulders. As Helga kissed her again, Consuela held her tightly, pressing her breasts into her chest, and when she felt Helga’s hands rub up and down her back she reached up to caress Helga’s hair. Helga kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and ran her lips up to her ear and back to her mouth. Consuela shivered and released a small moan. Helga continued kissing her and soon Helga felt her begin pushing her back slightly. Consuela lay back and felt Helga’s chest on hers; her legs stretched out toward the edge of the bed while Helga’s lay full length along the bed. Consuela was more comfortable lying underneath Helga and held her tightly as they kissed deeply into each other’s mouths. She still felt tight in her legs and fluttery in her belly, but there was less risk of her arm and chest muscles cramping from holding them clenched. She also felt less trepidation that she would frighten Helga into stopping and leaving, so she whispered, “What else do boys do?” “Wonderful things,” Helga said, and Consuela nearly cried out in joy as Helga’s hands moved up her sides to hold her breasts. Helga squeezed them lightly and raised herself enough to let her hands roam over them. Consuela felt her fingers tweaking her nipples through her shirt and bra. She pushed her emek escort bayan chest up against Helga’s hands as she moaned into her mouth. She felt Helga smile and looked up into her eyes as she pulled away. “You need to show me what it feels like when a boy does that,” she said, and Consuela happily pulled her hands down to feel Helga’s breasts. They were smaller than hers but still filled her hands, and her nipples felt even harder than her own. She followed Helga’s lead in caressing them and craned her neck up to kiss Helga again. A few minutes later Helga whispered, “It gets even better.” She reached down Consuela’s sides to her belt and pulled her shirt out of her pants. She pulled it up and bunched it under her armpits and then lifted Consuela’s bra so her breasts splayed out. Consuela looked on in amazement as Helga caressed her bare breasts and then lowered her head to kiss her right nipple, then her left. Soon she began sucking on them and Consuela moaned loudly, and moaned again. Helga sat up and pulled her own shirt and bra off. Consuela stared at the creamy whiteness of her breasts capped with pink aureolas and erect nipples sticking out full and firm and slowly reached up to run her fingers over them. She felt around them and under them and then held them firmly. Soon she was caressing the nipples and felt Helga raise herself towards her. She closed her eyes and felt a nipple press against her lips; she opened her mouth and began to suck lightly. Helga moaned and pressed her breasts into Consuela’s face; Consuela kissed her other nipple, worked her way back to the first one, and then tried to squeeze both into her mouth. Soon she succeeded; Helga groaned and shifted her weight onto Consuela’s right hip. Consuela continued sucking on her breasts, and as Helga played with her nipples in return she felt an almost queasy excitement in her hips and belly. She felt Helga’s right thigh move between her own, and as if this gave her permission to let go she began thrusting her hips against Helga’s thigh. Helga began thrusting hard against her, and as she moaned she rammed her pelvis into the top of Consuela’s thigh. She cried out and pulled her breasts away from Consuela’s mouth. Consuela stared up at her as she thrust hard against her, watching her face and neck flush and her breasts swing wildly with each thrust. She held Helga’s hips and felt the muscles in her sides as she tensed hard above her. It took only a minute for Helga’s climax to begin. She cried out as she slammed herself hard against Consuela’s thigh and then collapsed onto her. Consuela moaned herself, this time in frustration, and Helga looked down at her and said, “Poor Connie, let me show you what else boys do.” Consuela nodded. Helga reached down to her belt buckle and ran her fingers along the top of her pants. “May I?” Consuela stared at her and finally nodded. Helga undid her belt and jeans button and unzipped her. She then reached up to help her remove her shirt and bra, and then pulled her pants and panties off. Consuela stared at her in shock and guilt, but her desire and curiosity were greater, so she did not resist as Helga pushed her thighs apart and lightly ran her fingers up from her knees to her swollen labia. As Helga lightly ran her fingers along and then between her inner lips, she lay back and began trusting her hips upwards. She felt something slowly enter her and looked Escort eryaman down to see that Helga had pushed the tip of her index finger inside her. Waves of pleasure filled her belly and she lay back and closed her eyes. She felt Helga’s hair brushing her belly down to her hips and then felt her breath on her pubis. Suddenly she was filled with unendurable pleasure as a soft pressure settled on her clitoris, and she looked down again to see Helga’s face buried between her thighs. She grabbed Helga’s head and rubbed her hair as she thrust hard against her face and her flittering tongue, and when Helga closed her lips around her clitoris and pushed two fingers inside her, she boiled over and crushed her head between her thighs. She squealed and groaned sweet nonsensical cries as her first climax hit her, and for nearly a minute she pushed Helga’s head half a foot off the bed as she raised herself on her shoulders and feet. Finally she collapsed and pushed Helga roughly away from her now over-sensitive vulva. Helga lay down next to her and held her. They kissed, Consuela shuddering at her smell on Helga’s face, and Helga pulled away to blow her nose and rub her face. Despite herself, Consuela laughed. Helga grinned and lay down again, and they kissed for several minutes until they dozed off. Fifteen minutes later Consuela woke up. She looked over to see Helga watching her. “Do boys always do that?” “Only the really good ones,” Helga replied. Consuela was swept with guilt, but she could not forget how intensely Helga had pleasured her. “I think it’s time you learn what it’s like when a boy does that,” she said, and began unbuckling Helga’s belt. Helga stared at Consuela’s full brown breasts with their dark nipples and at her thick bush of jet black hair between her thighs. Consuela sat there for several seconds after uncovering Helga’s drenched and matted thicket of brown hair. Finally she made a decision and pushed Helga’s thighs apart and looked at her pussy, now largely relaxed and little more than a slit with a couple of loose folds peeking out. She reached down and spread Helga’s lips apart. Helga moaned and locked her thighs as far apart as they would stretch. Consuela held her breath at the first smell of her odor, but finally she breathed out through her mouth and in through her nose as she learned by touch where Helga was most sensitive. She pushed a finger inside her; the tunnel was moist and soft and Helga’s breath quickened as she explored the different textures of Helga’s vagina. As she caressed the front wall, Helga reached down to grab her wrist and said, “Yes, there, don’t stop. Lick me, Connie, at the top.” Although taken aback by the need in Helga’s voice, she did as Helga told and began licking the hard nub she found there. Soon Helga was gasping and squeezing Consuela’s hair, and her rhythm quickened and her thrusts shifted from a ragged circling to a determined up and down against Consuela’s face. Consuela felt Helga’s tunnel begin contracting around her fingers. Suddenly Helga’s muscles locked up and she squealed as Consuela’s fingers rubbed fast and hard inside her. Her climax was short and intense and she fell back exhausted after only a few seconds. She pulled Consuela to her and kissed her deeply. “Thank you, thank you,” she gasped. “Was it good?” Consuela asked nervously. “Yes. You made me feel so good, Connie.” As they lay there, Consuela thought about what they had done and a sick feeling of guilt gripped her belly. Helga rose to kiss her, but she turned away. “Connie,” she finally said, “please kiss me.” “I don’t think we should.” “Connie, wasn’t it good? Didn’t you like it?” “It was wrong.” “Oh, Connie.” The pain in her voice made Consuela look at her.
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