Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

"So when she came in, she was really hot."

"Mad or horny?" Nickie asked.

"A little of both, but mostly horny. She went looking for Frank-"

"She did it with Frank?" Nickie demanded, incredulous.

"Don't go sounding so outraged," Suzanne replied quickly. "You did with your brother."

"But I never thought Lisa-"

"There's a lot of things about this family you don't know," Suzanne said mysteriously, and then continued before Nickie could ask more. "But she made it with Frank-lots of times. I saw them, watched them whenever I could."

"Frank wasn't home that night, so she went into her room. I wanted to talk to her about-about something, so when I heard her come in, I waited a few minutes and then went in to see her.

"I knocked on the door, kind of quiet like, and I thought I heard her say ‘Come in,' sort of grunting it.

"I opened the door. She hadn't said ‘Come in.' The noise I heard was her grunting while she whacked off.

"I just stood in that doorway, frozen. Lisa was lying on the bed with her legs apart, her hands down in between them and her fingers digging in and out of her gash like she was excavating. The lips around her twat were so wet and swollen and raw from the way she was doing it so hard that. It was hard to tell where the red hair ended and the red flesh started.

"I was worried she'd hurt herself."

" ‘Lisa,' I said, ‘Be careful or you'll really hurt yourself. You're going to be sore as a boil tomorrow.' And you know what she said?"

Nickie shook her head.

"She said, ‘I've got to come, I've got to come and no one else is going to do it for me.' And then she started working at her twat even harder.

"I was really getting afraid for her, because I could tell she was stoned out, then. I went over to her and tried to pull her hands away, but she just shook me off. I tried again-and this time she grabbed my hand and held it there while she kept grinding her cunt against it.

"I started to pull it away-but then I figured that at least this way she wouldn't hurt herself. And after a minute or so, it started really getting to her and the way she moved began making me a little afraid.

"And then, watching her, I started to get turned on by it, you know?"

Nickie nodded weakly, totally entranced by what she was hearing, visualizing it.

"Then she started coming, flopping around and shaking and moaning. The way the bedsprings were creaking, I got scared she'd wake up Daddy and he… Anyhow, she stopped after a minute or so and just lay there, panting. But she didn't let go of my hand.

"After a little while, she opened her eyes and looked up at me and said, ‘You're a good sister.'

"And then she pulled me down closer to her, put her arms around me and kissed me-right on the lips. I'm going to say thank you in a special way,' she whispered and kissed me again.

"It shook me up-especially since I was really excited, and that scared me even more.

"She started to push my robe off. Oh, I tried to stop her, but I was afraid of getting her mad, cause I knew she was still high from the dope. I wasn't wearing anything under the robe, and when it was off, she put one hand on my boob-" to illustrate, she put her own hand on Nickie's firm breast "-and moved her fingers around. I was really turned on by it and I figured, ‘Why not-it can't hurt anything."

Suzanne stopped and licked her lips. Her breasts were heaving, her dark nipples stiff and swollen with remembered titillation.

"She kept kissing me," Suzanne said, eyes distant, voice hushed with the memory. "She kept trying to get her tongue in my mouth and all of I sudden I just stopped fighting it.

"It was so good, the way she did it, the way a girl likes, the way boys never know how to do it, just sort of exploring around inside my mouth, touching my tongue, and all the time her hands were playing with my tits.

"I started feeling weak, and I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with me-just so long as she didn't stop. I let myself fall back on the bed, closing my eyes.

"I felt the bed shift as she knelt up and then I gasped when she started just kissing and nuzzling me and licking me, starting at my throat and working down over my boobs, doing the sort of things to them I've always wanted a boy to do. She sucked my nipples, not hard and rough, but soft and gentle, making them stick out a mile, almost hurting with the pleasure.

"She started kissing her way down over my stomach and then-just like list-" she snapped her fingers, the sound an explosion in the otherwise silent room "-she was kissing around my vagina and clitoris.

"That was it-that did it. I came like I was going to die, and then again and again and-I must have come four or five times before everything got dim and started sort of roaring around me. I never came like that with a man or a boy."

She paused and took a deep breath, visibly calming.

I guess I passed out, cause the next thing I knew, Lisa was sort of half-carrying me down the hall to my room. My legs just didn't want to work-they felt like Jell-o. It must have been near dawn, cause I heard the milkman leaving the bottles outside.

"I woke up, later, when Lisa came in the room. She came over to me and kissed me on the forehead, the way a sister would, and then I felt wet drops from her tears hitting me on the cheeks.

"I couldn't help it. I took her in my arms and cradled her while she cried about it. She felt awful, as if she had corrupted a virgin." Suzanne smiled a bitter, enigmatic smile. "But after I got her calmed down a bit, I was able to convince her that I was grateful for it because I'd never come, not anything like that, not before.

"But it only happened one other time. I started it then. It was… " She let her voice trail off and then took Nickie's soft, slender shoulders in her. hands, searching the younger girl's eyes. "You don't think I'm sick or a lesbian, do you?"

Nickie caught her full lower lips between even white teeth, thoughtful for a moment. "I think what we just did was super, was wonderful. I loved it. If that's sick, then we're both sick-but nobody forced either one of us, and we both liked it, so I guess it's okay."

Suzanne took Nickie's hands in ‘her own and squeezed them. "I guess that's what counts," she said.

"I got to admit I hoped you'd understand. There really wasn't anyone I could talk to and-" She stopped and took a deep breath. "You're pretty neat, you know that?"

Nickie shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I know I'm great," she said cockily.

Suzanne made a face-and then whacked her one with a pillow.

Nickie squealed and rolled away, grabbing the other pillow and returning the blow. In a moment, the two of them were yelling and laughing and clobbering one another with pillows.

A stranger, a peeping Tom watching them might never have guessed at the pleasures and experiences locked up inside those two young girls.

But watching their firm, taut, sleek young nubility, he would have been willing to learn.

"They should be here any minute," Suzanne said, staring down the street. The two girls stood in the garish puddle of light cast by the theater marquee. The small town offered little on a hot summer night- except for a typically small-town movie house with a prodigious selection of year-old films and an irregularly efficient air-conditioning system.

Lisa, Suzanne's sister, had offered to pick them up and give them a lift back to the house. Lisa was good about things like that, and Suzanne had assured Nickie that Lisa would show up on time.

Nickie still couldn't get over the way Lisa looked. She was stunning. Since Nickie's last visit, Lisa had let her red-blonde hair grow out and unlike most natural redheads, it was perfectly straight. The contrast with her flawless, alabaster complexion was perfect. And every feature of Lisa's face, individually and in sum was perfectly molded.