John Kellerman: Tied up virgins

And then the waves of pleasure were leaking away… she was more aware of the room around her, the far-off barking of a dog, the hot, wet leak of her blood. Jody forced herself up and looked down at the mess between her legs.

Gingerly, she eased the white bullet out of her body. But it wasn't white anymore. It was streaked and smeared with vivid red. And as she pulled it out, her inner muscles contracted hungrily and another shoot of joy went through her. But now she was feeling fear and shame too strong to indulge in any more pleasure.

"Ohh, what have I done?" A sob caught in her throat. Jody held the vibrator in one hand, her fingers as blood smeared as the glossy shaft. Her outer lips were swollen out as if something had bitten them. And she could see the more delicate inner petals, the glossy seep of her juices mingling with the red. "Jesus God… Ohhh noooo!" The tears flooded down her cheeks. She let her head fall forward, let the vibrator slip from her bloody fingers. Her breasts shivered as she sobbed.

The footsteps on the porch came too quick for her to hide her awful wound. And then Brit bounced into the room and Jody looked up, feeling the awful embarrassment, but wanting help from her friend, too. For an instant she was almost sick to her stomach.

"Oh Brit!" she bawled, "look what's happened!"

On her way through the orchard, Brit had felt the familiar tug. It was almost physical, this tug. Like a force that overcame her any time it wanted. She loved it, loved this for… or whatever it was. Because it felt so lovely to give in to it. Brit had always given in. That very morning she'd been scrubbing and singing in the tub, thinking of the summer ahead, happy that her friend Jody was going to be the same as a sister now… she was thinking all this when the tickle came. Brit had gotten expert at making the tickle good and making it last.

This time she used the shampoo hose, directing a steady stream of hot water against her clit. She'd rested back in the tub, her knees draped over the sides, feet dripping water onto the linoleum while her mother hollered from downstairs that breakfast was ready.

"Okay mama!" she yelled back, letting the jet of water arc up and splatter on one of her breasts. The warm tingle made the nipple puff out a little. The pinkness took on a slightly darker hue and the wrinkles stretched smooth. If only she had big boobs like Jody.

Soap helped make her come better. She used it her titties, sudsing her free hand thoroughly and rubbing it back and forth over the super-sensitive nipples until the foamy froth trickled down her body and the jetting stream of the shampoo hose brought the maddeningly wonderful spasms rushing through her cunt.

That morning she'd made it happen fast because her mother had been hollering about breakfast. But sometimes she would tease herself for fifteen minutes tickling and nabbing and driving her senses wild with hungry anticipation.

But she hadn't made it halfway through the orchard when the feeling came over her again. She had on a light spring dress, sleeveless and airy, fluttering against her thighs as she ran. Maybe that was it, maybe the dress was to blame.

Brit felt wonderful that morning. The summer was ahead of her, and it would be wonderful to share that cabin with Jody, to be all alone now that she was maturing. Her brother had been bothering her lately. She'd always ignored his threats before. He'd warned her often that she'd better not go off and fuck anybody 'cause if he found out, he'd beat up the boy and make a lot of trouble for her at home. Brit couldn't understand why he was so freaked out about her having dates. He went out and did it with girls all the time. She knew. She'd heard the talk at school. So Darren had been keeping up that kind of rap and she was used to it. But then lately he'd started spying on her too. Once he'd almost caught her playing with herself in bed. He'd asked her roughly what she'd been doing and Brit had finally lied and told him that her Kotex had been itching her. What a bum to peck on her in the privacy of her own bedroom.

But there'd be no more of that kind of crap. She and Jody had that cabin in the orchard all to themselves. And Jody knew what Brit did to herself. Though they'd never discussed it much, Brit found a kind of excitement in being secretly watched by her older girlfriend. She wondered if Jody was envious of her secret knowledge. Jody was pretty straight when it came to sex.

Brit thought of all these things as she danced through the trees. But again her skirt blew between her thighs and made her swallow. She looked both ways. The trees hid her from sight of the house and the cabin. She could do anything she wanted. And she did. She pushed her hand under the elastic of her panties and walked along, a finger gently brushing her clit. It seemed a terribly daring thing to do. Brit loved things that were dangerous. And it felt so good, too!

"Mmmm… I'm just leaking all over myself," she whispered, licking her lips. Her blonde hair trailed behind her in the breeze as she teased herself and wandered towards the cabin. She knew she could stop and lean against a tree and finish the job easily. But in a way it was nicer to put it off. Then when she decided to finish the job later, she'd be that much hungrier for release.

Brit smelled her fingers, smiled, and came out of the trees. She felt so delicious!

When she saw Jody on the bed, her legs spread, blood smeared down her thighs, Brit stopped breathing far a second. She'd seen her best friend naked lots of times. But there was something about this nakedness – the erotic sprawl of the redhead's limbs – that touched off a fire in her chest.

"Jody! Honey, what's wrong?"

"Ohh Brit… I… I…" The redhead dropped her eyes and something heavy rolled from her fingers and struck the floor. Brit hurried over and picked the thing up. It was sticky with Jody's blood. Though Brit never really seen a vibrator before, she knew at once what it was. She blushed, embarrassed for Jody. And she felt a little thrill too. A thrill that underneath her friend's facade of casual disinterest in sex, there was something else working. Then she looked at the damp, blood tinged curls, between Jody's thighs. She could see the tiny petals near the girl's just-broken cherry. And this time Brit felt a pang of envy. She'd wished many times that she could get her little hymen out of the way. But somehow she'd quite found the nerve to do it herself. Maybe she was waiting for it to happen with a boy. She was pretty romantic about such things as that.

"Honey, it's okay… you won't die or anything." Brit sat down on the bed and hugged Jody's shoulders. Then she started laughing. "Look, don't mind me. I was just thinking how you're always so shy about… well, you know. Sex! And now I come in and…" The two girls looked at each other. Jody's mouth curved into a smile and then they were giggling together.

"I didn't know what was happening. I really felt a little crazy for a while," Jody told Brit. Brit patted and hugged and nuzzled her.

"That's the way it happens to me. I just start fooling around and pretty soon I'm not the same person. I really get wiped out when everything starts tingling and itching…"

"Yeah, that's what happened to me. It started itching real bad…" Jody sniffled and wiped a hand under her note.

They talked for a while about what had happened. Brit took Jody to the bathroom and helped her clean up. She couldn't keep her eyes off of that wonderful wound her redheaded friend had jabbed in herself. At last she bit her lip and begged Jody to let her take a closer look.

"Yeah… I guess it's okay…" Jody's eyes fluttered shyly. Brit made her sit down and got down on her knees in front of her. Gently she pushed Jody's legs apart.