J. Thorpe - The Gardener's daughter

“Wow! You don't hold nothing back, do you?”

“Not much. Well, what did you think of my answer and what are you doing now?”

“I'm fingering my, my clit. My hand is inside my panties, and I'm very wet down there. I see what you're saying but I don't know if I could do any of that stuff. Not that last bit, for sure. No way.”

“I'll tell you what. When you care about someone, and especially when you love someone, you'll find that you want to do whatever it takes to make that person happy. And they want to make you happy, too. That could be true of you and your friend. You just never know, sometimes. It's certainly not true for everybody, but you maybe shouldn't knock it if you haven't tried it.”

“Oh, yuck!”

“Don't be so quick to jump to wrong conclusions, my sweet Yurenka. Your pussy cream, lubricant, is mostly glucose. Do you know what that our bodies when we eat food. Our body turns it into glucose and our blood carries it to our cells to nourish us. And when you concentrate glucose it becomes thick and slippery. Sort of like honey, only not as sweet. So if a girl keeps herself clean (which is a whole other subject for someday) then she tastes good. Sort of sweet. Got it?”

“Sure, but that doesn't mean I would ever want to lick another girl, or even touch her.”

“True, true. But how do you feel about another girl doing that to you? Touching you with her soft fingers, opening your pussy lips and stroking you inside, inserting a finger in you and moving it around inside you in a way she knows will feel good to you because she knows how it feels to her; which no boy can ever know. Delicately touching your clit as no boy can really know how to do because he doesn't have a clit to practice on. Bending down so that her warm breath is so close to your pussy that you want to beg her to lick you. Delicately pulling on your pussy lips with her lips, teasing them. Putting the point of her tongue just under your clit in that little hollow that you can feel with your finger and then slowly licking up to the tip of your clit.” My God, she was moaning. She was getting off on my words about girl-sex. This was almost too good to be true. I went on with, “My fingers and tongue can do almost the same thing because I've learned over the years how to do it pretty right. I could nibble on your pussy and lick and suck your clit almost as good as a girl can. That's what I'm imagining right now. Lovingly sucking on your cunt to make you come on my mouth.”

Louder moaning from Yurenka.

“Now she would reach up to play with your nipples the same way she would want you to play with hers. You would be rubbing your pussy all over her face and she would be licking up all of your cream so that none was wasted. Then she would pull one hand back and insert her middle finger up in your cunt like a small cock and fuck it in and out of you while her lips had your clit trapped and her tongue was lashing back and forth over the tip of your clit. Loving it.

Loving you. Making you come hard. Your hands in her hair to pull her even closer to your hot cunt.”

“Oh,” cried Yurenka in my ear. “Oh, it's so good. Oh! Oh…”

“Was that good for you, Yurenka?”

“It was better than last time, if that's possible. And faster, too.

Oh. Wow. I can't move.”

“See? The thought of another girl sucking on you got you off big time,” I told her, hoping for a favorable response.

“Well… yes, but only to think about. I wouldn't really want that to happen. It ain't right.” Then, after a pause, she continued with, “I'll bet it's nice, just like you say, but I don't feel right about it. But a guy licking me-that would be great!”

There was the open door.

“I wish I could really see you, Yurenka,” I said sincerely. “See you sweating and flushed with sexual heat. In fact I wish I could taste your pussy for real to see if we did a good job of making you come.”

“How could you tell by that?”

“There is a change in the way a woman tastes before her orgasm and how she tastes after. I like that change.”

“You would really want to…to lick me?”

“Yes. If me talking about it makes you come like you just did, imagine how much better it would be if I could really see and touch your naked body. Kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. Run my hands all over you. Put my mouth on your pussy and give you pleasure. Can you imagine that?”

Quietly, almost too quietly to even hear, she said, “I'd like that.”

“Where does your girlfriend live; by you or toward me?”

“Three blocks from you. I come here on my bike.”

“Well, you pedal three more blocks and you can find out how it feels to be licked and loved.”

“I couldn't now. I just…had…”

“You could have more,” I said, “many more, and they fell much better after each one.”

“You wouldn't, um, try to, you know, um, want to, uh, um, put your, um, thing in me?”

“No, Yurenka. It would be just for your pleasure. I promise you that I will not put my cock in your pussy and fuck you. Say that, Yurenka.”

“Uh, you won't try to, um, fuck me?”

“That's right. I won't. I'm not a teenage boy who can't control himself when he's with a beautiful girl. Even when she's naked.”

“Well, maybe. Just for a little while, maybe. We'll see. Maybe.”

“It's up to you.. The woman should always get to decide about sexual matters because they have the most to lose or gain. Bye, Yurenka.”

I hung up the phone without waiting for her response.

And waited.

She was here at my house within twenty minutes. She rode her bike fast. I had opened one of the big wooden gates to the back yard so she could ride right in if she actually came. She laid down the bike and stood there looking at me sitting on the back porch. Looking like she would bolt away any second, I started with things she would hopefully want to hear more of.

I told her, “You are so beautiful in my mind's eye when we talk on the phone, but standing there you are even more exciting and sexy than my imagination. Do you know that?”

She replied, “These are old school clothes, and…do you really think I'm beautiful?”

“And exciting and sexy. Yes. All of those. Your sister will be too, in another year or two, when she matures as you have. If I were an artist I would want to paint you in your glorious youth. I'm glad you came. Would you like to come in?”

She nodded.

I showed her into the living room and sat down without offering her a seat and said, “I want this to be as exciting for you as possible, Yurenka, and since I'm the more experienced of us I think that you should let me direct you and you just watch and feel things as they happen. I won't touch you without your permission. But I'll tell you what I want to do and then you agree or nod or something. Okay?”

“Okay.” And as an afterthought added, “Jay.”

“I won't even get undressed so that you'll know that you're s and in control of everything. Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Stand here in front of me, Yurenka.” She moved to about 3 feet away. Closer. I need to be able to reach you when you let me.”

She moved to within a foot of my knees.

I spread my knees and said, “Closer.”

Moving within the 'V' shape of my knees she asked, “Is this okay?”

“That's fine. Now unzip your jacket and put it on the couch, here.”

She did so, slowly.

I continued: “I would like to touch your breasts through your shirt. Is that okay?”

She nodded and watched my hands as I moved them up to her chest. She flinched a bit when I made contact with her. I held them still for a short while to let her get used to being touched. I molded her tits in my hands, so ever softly. Her nipples erected, like the forgotten World Trade Center, almost immediately. Using just my thumbs and index fingers I tried to manipulate her nipples through her shirt and bra. She closed her eyes for a bit so I presumed it felt good to her. I rubbed and molded and tweaked her some more and then put my hands back in my lap.