Morris DeCat - Sweet Virgin_s Caress

She curved the blouse up over her breasts, and field it there with one hand as she looked down at them. Still developing, their shapes were between globes and cones, as if not yet having decided which form to take. The light rises of her soft, pinkish tan areolas were, the settings of tapering, flat-tipped nipples that accented the conical quality of her tits. She ran her index finger over one nipple, and it stiffened. Smiling, she pulled the tip of the finger up from just over the nipple, drawing it up at an angle. She inspected both tits until she finally grew bored, and she let the blouse drift back down around the tops of her thighs.

The water was shut off, and Kay looked toward the bathroom. She wandered over to it, and sat against the sink, watching as Jenni stepped into the tub, and sat down. Sunlight coming from the window above the tub gleamed in the water that lapped against the porcelain. Leaning back, Jenni looked toward her, and their eyes held, both remaining still in the silent room.

Her hair fastened up and back, loose waves dropped over Jenni's temples, and down along her firm jaw line. She looked up at Kay, her large, dark-blue eyes holding Kay's as she slowly moved the soaped sponge over her shoulders and breasts. The light gleaming from the rippling water in the tub, and shimmering from the slender shoulders that seemed a little wide in relation to her torso, sparkled in the droplets reluctantly dropping from the up-pointing nubs of her nipples.

"Help?" Kay asked, her voice husky, her throat tight.

Slowly rising onto her knees, Jenni nodded, and Kay moved forward. Kay gripped the large sponge, and Jenni's hands rested atop her long thighs as she leaned forward, her face lowering. Kay drifted the soapy sponge over the girl's neck, and out over the shoulders that curved from it, and down over the contours of her shoulder blades. Her torso curved forward and up, the shallow of Jenni's spine was deepened, as were the dimples to either side of it. Her long. neck curved forward, Jenni rested her chin against the top of her chest, her eyes closed as Kay moved the soft sponge over her outthrust ass cheeks, and down the deep cleavage.

Jenm straightened off her knees, the light shimmering from her wet flesh, and Kay moved the sponge down the full thighs, and up along the light separation between them. Kay straightened and brushed her long, bright hair back, water spilling from the sponge to her blouse. She slid her thigh and ass along the edge of the tub, and leaned forward again to move the sponge up the fronts of Jenni's thighs, and over the soaked, filled-in Y of her muff, the hair lighter to the outsides.

Jenni swayed off her knees, and unsteadily pushed up onto her feet, one hand against the wall, which she rested her head against. Her hand dropping to her rounded thigh, Kay looked up at Jenni, the water from the sponge trickling down over her leg. She looked down, and saw her blouse clinging transparently to her breasts, one tapering nipple showing through. The sponge slipping from her hand to float in the tub, Kay stood up, the light shimmering in her strawberry-blonde hair, and she drew the blouse upward, the wet fabric peeling away from her tits, and she watched Jenni begin to pat her body with a large towel before turning toward the door, the blouse slipping from her grasp.

Kay sat down on the arm of one of the chairs, her full thighs and ass ping outward, and she pushed her hair back, then let her spread hands slide down over her chest and her tits till the lower halves were pressed outward. She lifted her head, her hands dropping, and she moved forward on unsteady legs to drop onto the couch. Turning onto her side, she rested her head on the arm, stretching one leg along it as she sucked at her forefinger thoughtfully.

Dried off, Jenni stood in the doorway. Seeing Kay looking at her own tits, she looked down at hers, gently cupping one. In her other hand she held the wild flowers that had been in the vase above the sink. She lifted them in both hands, and looked at Kay as she inhaled the scent.

"What do you think the new teacher'll be like?" Kay asked, rolling over onto her stomach, her full ass cheeks lifted, her tits pressed out to the sides, her cheek against the couch.

"Maybe they rehired Miss Kyle," Jenni laughed as she put the flowers back, recalling the woman, who had been there when the school had opened.

"Well, from the stories we've heard…" Kay giggled, remembering being told how the woman had tried to deal with the girls as if they were in a turn-of-the-century school, reading them bedtime stories in the languages she taught.

"Could be," Jenni smiled, sitting on the windowsill and letting her hair back down as she thought of the story of how a group of seniors had had enough one night. No longer satisfied with cutting up behind her back, they teased her, and threw her down on a bed, lifting her dress, and pulling down her underwear. The woman had protested, but not all that loudly, which the girls had taken note of. She responded to their fingers and tongues, coming wildly. The bedtime stories she read after that were in English, and highly erotic, the girls making love as she sat nude before their beds. It was rumored that she and one of the girls had gone off with one another upon graduation, but the stories varied with who was telling them.

"Your titties growing any?" Jenni asked, sliding her spread fingers over one tit, and she lifted it to examine the wideset, out-pointing oval of firm flesh.

"Sometimes I think so, but then…" Kay shrugged, sitting up, and she looked down her body, her legs spread "I do think my pussy hair's getting thicker," she said, drifting her fingers over the russet curlings.

"Yeah, I think so," Jenni nodded as she touched one of her erect nipples, and Kay moved toward her. "Um, they are," Jenni said softly, touching one of the tits that was between being conical and a globe, and they both looked down at it.

Jenni's fingertips moved over her breast. Kay raised her eyes, and they met Jenni's. Kay sucked her lower lip in to nibble it, the bright hair spilling down around her face. The corners of her furled upper lip lifting, she slid her fingers through the still damp curlings of Jenni's muff, and the girl murmured, her eyes closing as she continued to caress Kay's breasts.

"Wonder… why this school… makes us so… horny," Kay said in little gasps as Jenni's other hand moved down to cup her full mound, and they slid their fingers up into each other's damp slit.

Their shoulders against the wall, they leaned their heads against it, their eyes closed to the ripplings of heat their fingers were creating within one another's hive. Their shoulders tightened, and their free hands moved over one another's tits, Kay plucking Jenni's upward-pointing nipples as Jenni squeezed her tapering nubs.

Their bodies arched, their tits pressing against each other's hands as their cunnies tightened and loosened around the unhurried flow of each other's fingers. Their fannies thrust back, their legs tightening as their fingertips moved upward to snare their pulsing clits. Their breaths caught, their flushed faces lifting, and they trembled as orgasms flowered, blurring their thoughts and setting their hearts to beating.

Murmuring, they sagged against the wall, their hands continuing to move at each other's damp furrow. Their eyelashes parted, and they smiled at one another.

"Lori says they're trying to get a male teacher," Jenni whispered.

"There's a few of the teachers staying on till you get there, so if you could go up in the morning…?" Kelly asked, looking up at him from the large easy chair in her bedroom, her voice softened by sleep, her old-fashioned nightdress opened from her body and pulled to the side from her fanny.

"I'm champing at the bit, like a true stud," he smiled, and she turned in the chair, looking up at him.