Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

I giggled, well aware of my more noteworthy assets. Even at that tender age, my bosom showed signs of developing into something pretty spectacular. "Who's bashful? It's worth a try. I'm dying to see how I'd look."

Stripping took only a moment. Alix handed me the gown, almost dropping it, strangely preoccupied all of a sudden. And then I noticed where her eyes were, how intently she seemed to be staring at my naked body. I wondered about that. A funny sensation stirred my insides, a feeling that left me slightly giddy. Curiosity, if nothing else, demanded further pursuit of this unspoken subject, this unseen wind of change. I addressed her quite sharply.

"What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I-I'm not sure. I guess it's because you're so beautiful, you really are. You've got the smoothest white skin, not even a tiny hickey anywhere. And your figure is stunning; how can I help but look? You're like a work of art."

"Thanks a lot." I snorted in mock disdain, hiding my wildly elated reaction to such a compliment. "That makes me sound like a marble statue in a museum. Look but don't touch. You think I'm made of stone? Just try touching me sometime…"

"Don't tempt me. Unless you're serious?"

"Sure. We're best friends, aren't we? So what's a little touch between friends? It's to prove a point, let's say. I mean, uh, if that's what you want… "

"You-you wouldn't mind? Really? You won't get mad if I put my hand on your titties? Tits. They're so nice and big. I've never touched any real ones, just these dumb bumps of mine."

"Silly. That's all I've got myself, just dumb bumps, only a little bigger. And maybe a little softer. But you can make your own test, go ahead, feel me up, it might be fun. Unless maybe you're the bashful one."

"N-no, not me, not bashful."

"Well then?"

"Uh… the dress… "

"Yeah, you're right. Get rid of it. I'd probably bust the seams anyway. Me and my big tits. Here. Now! Here!"

Alix gasped, shaken by the challenge in my voice. And in my pose, an invitation she couldn't deny, a kind of postured thrust of my bare bosom. Tentatively, her hand reached up and made contact, becoming less and less tentative as she cupped my breasts and fingered my nipples with apparent enjoyment. Another gasp escaped her lips, an expression of astonishment this time; then, breathlessly, "Oh, they feel so good! I could just do this forever."

That sounded fine to me. Forever. And then some! I felt all nice and tingly. My nipples were swelling, coming alive, vibrant under those frisky fingertips. I just hoped she wouldn't change her mind and quit. And then I found myself hoping she might want to spread out a bit, maybe even examine me all over and discover the other secrets of my naked and vulnerable body.

And so she did, as it turned out-a hesitant but obviously determined little explorer. Looking for secrets that had remained secret too long. Everything got quiet than, quiet enough to hear our hearts going pitty-pat. And something happened to us in that eerie silence, both of us together, a mute but definitely mutual understanding. It was like the lure of some terribly wicked intrigue, awesome but irresistible. We were coconspirators now, practically panting with excitement.

"Sue! I've just got to kiss you. Please?"

"So who's stopping you? I'm kissable."

"Kissable, oooh… "

I expected it on the lips, but she chickened out at the last minute and kissed my neck instead. Right under the chin. Her breath was wheezy-warm on my skin. And then on the eagerly awaiting flesh below. My knees went weak and I darn near swooned when her. caress slid down between my breasts and exploded in a flurry of kisses, a sampling, a nibbling of the nipples_,

"Hey, that's wild. I can feel it clear down to my toes. Do it, do it-don't you dare stop!"

"Nnngg. Not me. Forever… "

"Yeah, forever. If we last that long. Only I'm getting limp just standing here like this. Weak in the knees, you know?"

"Uh, you'd be comfortable on the bed."

"Sure. But what if somebody barges in on us, any chance of that? One of the servants maybe?"

“Not a chance. I'll lock the door though, just to ease your mind. Just to make sure, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Hurry!"

Alix scurried to obey, leaving me alone and untouched for the moment. Brief as it was, the pause created a void, a sudden letdown. In a daze, I reeled across the floor and fell on her bed, drained of strength somehow, unable to function. A vague confusion of desires clouded my mind, keeping me awash in the spume and spindrift.of an ocean of illicit pleasure. Kind of a messy business, really. And yet I anticipated seeing it through to the very end, squeezing the opportunity dry. Right and wrong didn't matter any more; why not relax and enjoy the ride?

"It's locked. Hey, you think maybe I ought to take my clothes off, too-every thing-just like you? Huh? Sue?"

"Why don't you? Long as we're so safe here."

She undressed hurriedly, practical rather than coy, simply getting the job done. As expected, her body showed titty-bumps for tits, not much bigger than a boy's. But she was attractive otherwise in an almost exotic way, with lustrous black eyes and a light olive skin. And her slim-hipped torso had an exciting appeal of its own, a young tomboy appeal.

I was affected. There had been talk that year of Alix leaving after junior high to go to some classy private school, and right then I realized how much I'd miss her. Funny I hadn't noticed how pretty she was. A real brunette type. It almost made me wish I'd been blonde in contrast, just from an artistic viewpoint. But my chestnut-brown hair seemed to please her. And so did my skin color, pale white with random hints of pink-or so I could only assume, as she joined me on the bed and lost no time picking up the severed threads. Her kisses returned to my breasts. Pretty soon she had me thrashing around on the furry-textured bedspread, arching, pushing them up at her, the nipples all sultry and swollen and soaked from the suction of her mouth.

"Kiss me, kiss my tits good." I gripped her head, crushing those much-needed lips to the aching peaks. "My nipples feel like they're about to split open."

“Umm… yes… good… "

Her tongue got busy, tormenting and then soothing alternately as the solace itself became torment in turn. It damn near drove me out of my gourd. I gathered her slender form closer, running my hands over her back, her flanks, her neatly curved ass. The buttocks quivered to my touch but remained firm and fully packed, each a solid handful. I gripped them tightly, my fingers instinctively digging into the resilient flesh.

It must have been effective. Alix uttered a choked sob, a sound of desperation. Then, moaning, "Oooh, you're something real special, all of you, every inch of you!"

"Every inch? Kiss me, show me."

Then it became my turn to moan as she twisted onto an entirely new tack, spreading her caresses wider, all over now, spewing a stream of wildly enravishing wet kisses up and down the length of my unprepared but not ungrateful body. I felt it in the pit of my belly, thrilling to this novel experience. My thighs and knees and calves tingled and twitched. Writhing almost unconsciously now, I opened myself up to the intimate invasion. Her breath was hot on my skin, panting. She maneuvered me onto my side, one leg bent and lifted another opening of sorts?-and I felt her kisses dampen my tremulous ass-cheeks.

A nudge sent me onto my back again, a source of sudden confusion-until I realized that she had rolled my buttocks right into her cupped palms. And now, somehow, it was Alix who seemed confused. Or hesitant, at least, hesitant to the point of immobility. As if she hadn't quite reconciled herself to the end purpose of all that maneuvering around. To me the position was perfect and the next step obvious, hardly any reason for this silent trancelike state, that transfixed stare of hers, the terrible suspense…