It was a warm, breezy summer night when I chose to enter her bedroom window. I stood in her driveway for what seemed like hours, staring at her white lace curtains blowing in towards her, beckoning me to enter. This wasn’t the first time I had stood here. Many hours of my teenage years were spent below her window, watching her evening routing and deciding when to make my move. I watched as she brushed her hair, read her favorite books, lit her favorite candle and I waited for the light to go out. It was only then when my mind would wander inside there and into her bed. The things I would do and say to her were well planned in my head, but I had yet to find the courage. So instead I stood there, hands on my hips, tugging on my lower lip with my teeth and peering at the girl I admired so very much. But tonight, there was music. In my head or in her room, I couldn’t be certain. It was something of a concerto and it was calling me to her. So I answered.
Climbing over her desk was a slight challenge, but I managed to stop an angel figurine from falling just before it woke her. Careful. I crept past her desk and made my way beside her bed. It was strange being here uninvited. Especially since just earlier that week we had been playing on her computer on that very same desk. The relationship until this point had remained mostly innocent. She had teased me for years, of course, pressing her ample breasts up against my arm as we played. Just earlier this day, we had been curled up on the couch eating chocolate chip cookie dough and watching The Never Ending Story. She pulled my head into her lap and stroked my hair and I felt safe and at home. She called me Angel then, which perhaps made it all the more sinful that I wanted her so.
I walked towards the edge of her bed, taking a moment to admire her once again. The moonlight kissed the pale flesh of her shoulders just so, exposing them to me and making me smile. The tower fan beside her osculated towards her and I watched her shiver. Her long chestnut curls where splayed along her side, framing her just right. She was stunning. I slipped carefully into bed beside her, sliding my palm beneath the covers to wrap around her hip. My lips immediately found her shoulder blade where I planted my first kiss.
“Angel?” she whispered… “What are you…?”
My fingers slid forward along her waistline to find her belly, making slow circles there and pulling her tightly against me.
We had been dating for months now and it had yet to come to this point. We had kissed, of course. Sometimes, I would spend hours pressed up against a wall and lost in her lips. But it had never gone beyond that. Tonight, I was determined to taste her.
My fingers dipped below the waistline of her pajama bottoms and shrugged them past her hips. My lips, eager to search her body, grazed between her exposed shoulder blades flicking my tongue against her spine. I was rewarded with a quiet moan and so I continued my quest. Her hips instinctively began to roll back towards mine, making my task much easier as I slid her bottoms down to her knees. I took a moment then to slide the covers back so I could view her. Damn. That’s my girl. That dip in her spine just above her ass was perhaps my favorite part of her. I immediately moved my hands there to slide her top up to expose it and dove down to allow my tongue to play there. A sheer piece of lace was all that was keeping me from my prize now. I was determined to win it.
She was the first girl I knew our age to wear thongs. A happy surprise she used to tell me when she talked about teasing her boyfriends. Fuck, you’re teasing me too, bitch… I’d think. Of course, I’d never have told her that. Instead, I was the supportive girl… friend. But nothing was going to stop me from taking her in my dreams. Nothing at all. The day I confessed to her that I was attracted to girls, I was hoping she would confess back. Instead, she waited months. When she finally did, we dove head on into a relationship.
“So do you wanna be my girlfriend?” she asked, holding my hand as we walked down the street, looking at old vintage shops.
“Do you want to be mine?” I grinned and asked back.
And that was it. We were two teenage girls bound together. It changed nothing about us, really. We were still as affectionate as we had been before. It’s just that kissing was now acceptable. Romance was now something I could direct towards her. She could now leave sweet, adoring notes in my locker that would make me giggle. I could leave her flowers.
“Ohhh…Angel…” she groaned as my fingers toyed at her spine.
I grinned and took my cue to flip her over to face me now. I shifted upward so my eyes would meet hers when they opened. Those deep brown eyes of hers always slayed me. Pausing a moment to watch her, I slid my thumb along her sweet rosebud lips before I bent down to kiss her. This was my favorite place to be. I could drink her in for days, our tongues finding each other, her quiet moans meeting mine. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, clinging tightly to me as I positioned myself carefully between her now open thighs. There was always a desperate rhythm to our kisses. A hungry, exotic dance. We rocked, moved, caressed, undulated…and before I knew it…I had managed to maneuver her panties from beneath her hips and off completely. There she was, exposed for me. Her soft, supple flesh mine for the taking.
There was a certain power in having her nearly nude beneath me as I was still fully clothed, but I knew it was also unfair. So I knelt back on the bed for just a moment, sliding my tshirt above my head and pulling my sports bra off with it. My young, round breasts sprung free, the cool breeze immediately erecting my nipples. Her eyes found mine again as I looked down at her.
“You are so beautiful,” she told me.
“Hush,” I grunted and moved back down to kiss her.
Her own moans were now met with mine as her hands began to wander. The weight of my breasts were now resting in her palms as she used her thumb and forefingers to roll my nipples between them. I began to shudder and shake against her. My nipples have always been so sensitive and the overwhelming feeling of being so near her, and her touch on my sensitive parts was driving me insane. I needed to have her…and now. My own hands moved to push her knees as wide as they would go as I used the back of my hand to stroke down her inner thigh. I didn’t need to touch her to know that I would find her sex bare. This was another detail she had chosen to share with me in passing, how freeing it felt to shave her pussy clean, how it was scented with peach shaving cream, how smooth it felt to the touch. It was all I could do back then not to rape her then and now I was finally going to touch it.
I stopped inches from her mound to feel it’s warmth, waiting for her to squirm.
“Are you ready?” I whispered huskily at her, she nodded vigorously.
I chuckled ever so slightly as she inched closer to me. I pulled back just a bit, waiting for that perfect moment before I allowed my thumb to search for that spot. There it went, past that horseshoe opening at her mound and into her slippery folds. I watched her face and stopped as she winced a bit. Yes, here will do. My index finger moved inward now beside it, peeling back at the hood of her clit and rolling the slippery bud against the pads of my fingertips. Ohhh fuck…she’s so fucking wet already… My eyes never left her as her own closed, her hands moving from my breasts to above her head. She began to lose control of her movements as her hips began to buck when I touched those tender exposed spots on her clit. It was amazing watching her buck. Adjusting myself just so, I moved so to heel of my hand was pressed firmly against my own crotch.
“Shit…oh god…” I grunted as her movements caused a grinding motion with my hand. That was it, I needed to be inside her now.
My hands moved to the back of her knees…pushing them back towards either side of her head. Twisting my hand around, I planted my thumb on her clit and plunged two fingers past silky lips until she cried out. This took a bit of remembering. I had yet to be with a girl, of course, but I knew the spots that made me feel just right. So I went diving inside her and up towards her pelvic bone. I stopped at that soft, spongy surface at the front. She nearly jumped when I touched her there. Shit…that’s the spot. So I stayed there, moving my own hips now against the heel of my hand in order to shift my fingers inside her. The pressure grinding through my pants is just enough to cause my own breath to quicken at the same pace as hers. Thus I began my slow, deliberate rocking motion…taking my time to feel ever inch of her warm slit. My fingers drawing circles around her sensitive spots, applying pressure randomly to make her scream. She moved her ankles now to my shoulders and my eyes grew dark. My own noises were deep and guttural as my movements became more urgent and quickened. I’d move back, nearly pulling entirely out of her, only to push down deep into the hilt of her. The friction on my end sending waves of pleasure through me. I could barely stand it. I needed to make her cum for me. My movements were deliberate now. My thumb began feverishly mashing at her clit as I fucked her, the sweet sloshing sounds of her cunt driving me inside as I took her…claimed her. Her eyes were open now, watching me as I fucked her, needing me to take every last drop from inside her. Her hips moved to meet my own thrusts, pushing my hand back against me and causing me to scream.
“Fuck, I’m close…” I groaned.
“Me too…cum with me, Angel…”
Her hips were moving in methodical thrusts as she watched me, her own eyes were nearly black, a slight sweat could be found across her brow. And with one last thrust…I felt her spurting into my palm. I grunted and groaned with her, thrusting back and forth with every spurt of her hot, sticky cum. The feel of her muscles tightening around my fingers was driving me insane. I could do nothing but fuck and with one last thrust, I cried out and came with her. Bowing down to feverishly kiss her while I pushed out every last drop, feeling her rock with me in slow syncopation. With one last spurt, I collapsed on top of her, smiling down into her eyes, not daring to leave the comfort of her womb. She wrapped her legs around my back as I turned my cheek to rest on her chest and we lay there just like this…content for hours.