*Chapter 1 Recap: Virgin Kimmy goes swimming at her neighborhood friend’s pool and has her first sexual experiences with her friend’s dad, Mr. Dave.*

Ch 2: Teen Kimmy’s sexual journey: Attending a high school party with older friend Sara

Late morning sunlight peaked through curtains of Kimmy’s bedroom. Still laying in her bed, her skinny legs writhed under her pink bedsheet as her toes curled, responding to the pleasure as she clumsily rubbed her young, wet pussy close to orgasm. This was becoming a daily routine for the soon-to-be 8th grader (actually both morning and nighttime) since last weekend’s naughty pool party make-out session with her neighbor, Mr. Dave. With pajama shorts loosely pulled down to her ankles, she dreamed about that night as she massaged her clit in circles underneath her blanket. “Okay so it was WAY more than just making out, ” she thought proudly of her night of many firsts. It was still surreal how, in one night, this innocent teen went from having almost ZERO experience with boys to “doing stuff... LOTS of stuff” with a grown man. Before that night, she wasn’t even interested in boys her age and had barely masturbated. Now, here she was on a Saturday morning, sexually awakened and “totally grown”. Her fingers glided easily up and down her soaking wet slit between her long, skinny teenage legs as she retraced the prior weekend’s taboo tryst in her mind. What started fairly innocently as “oopsy” moments... getting “accidentally” felt up during pool games of chicken fights and Marco Polo, eventually progressed into the hottest night of Kimmy’s life: getting fingered by Mr Dave, then watching him gently lick her pussy on the edge of the pool until she came for the first time, then jerking him off in the pool, rubbing his dick against her pussy lips, and “almost” putting his tip in as he shot his warm cum against her tight hole under the water.

Now a week later, she was pleasuring herself daily. Sometimes she’d watch porn on her phone (something she rarely did before last weekend) but mostly she just thought about the pool incident. Under the covers, Kimmy slid her middle finger deep inside her. “Mmmphh” she groaned. “This feels soooo good. I should have just fucked him.” Fantasizing being back at the pool, Kimmy slid a second finger in her pussy, imagining it was Mr Dave’s big Dad dick thrusting up inside her. “Ohhh that’s it, Mr Dave. You can fuck me. Take my virginity.” Wet smacking noises from her hand could probably be heard from outside Kimmy’s locked bedroom door, as her palm was roughly slapping her clit while two dainty little fingers quickened their pace in and out of her little virgin pussy. With the mental fantasy of Mr. Dave hard-fucking her in that cold pool, Kimmy felt her pussy get even wetter, and her narrow hips thrust up off the bedsheet as she finally came, fighting back the urge to scream loudly.

BANG BANG!!!!! There was a hard knock on her door. Startled, she sprung up in her bed, topless, with tiny A-cup tits exposed. From outside the locked door (thank god she remembered to lock it) her mother called “Kimmy, wake up!!! It’s 11 a.m. and we have a busy day. Get moving!” Kimmy flopped back on the bed and exhaled, both from the scare of her mother and the fading orgasm. She looked down her tall but super slim body, which was still developing, and focused on her hand between those skinny, long legs. Her fingers were soaked and her cute little landing strip of peach fuzz glistened with wetness in the soft, morning light. She wiped off her juicy fingers on the soft skin of her lower stomach. As she relaxed, she thought back to the pool night again. Truthfully, she knew she wasn’t yet ready to have sex last weekend but, looking back now, she wished she hadn’t been so scared. . ..but she wasn’t scared anymore. She was READY. “No cap, ” if she ever got the chance to be alone with Mr Dave again, she promised herself that she wouldn’t let the opportunity pass her by again. “FACTS!”

Kimmy put her pajamas back on, pulled herself together, and went downstairs for breakfast. It was late August and a week before the start of school. The soon-to-be 8th grader had her first cross country practice of the fall sports season. These sessions were especially fun because her school combined both middle and high school students for the summer sessions. Kimmy would get to see Sara, a high school senior who also ran cross country. Sara was a family friend, and her parents were close friends with Kimmy’s parents. Even with the age difference, Sara had always been super nice to Kimmy, treating her like a little sister (or at least how Kimmy wished her real older sister, who was off at college, would treat her). Sara had even offered to drive Kimmy to the practice, and Kimmy thought showing up in a high schooler’s car would be “highkey awesome” and give her “clout” with the other 8th graders. She wondered if there would be cute boys at the practice. Wow, she realized her vibe had changed so much since the pool party and she was entering into a whole new era.

Sara picked up Kimmy in the early afternoon, and Kimmy was instantly reminded about how “dope” Sara was. Older looking than Kimmy, she thought Sarah was “hot”. She had a fully developed body with C-cup boobs and sexy, toned legs. She was about the same height as Kimmy (around 5’6”) but more filled out. Kimmy wondered if she’d fill out similarly but it was starting to look like she’d be an athletic but slimmer build, given her petite and narrow frame. Where Kimmy was naturally paler, but still tan from a summer at the pool, Sara was absolutely bronzed, with olive skin and dark brown hair. One of the coolest girls in the high school, she always seemed to have cute boyfriends and Kimmy hoped to be just like her one day. Today was more exciting than a normal day with Sara. Kimmy’s aunt, who lived a few hours away, gave birth to a new baby the night prior, and Kimmy’s parents were leaving for an overnight trip to help babysit her other kids. A false alarm of labor and a similar overnight trip the prior weekend had created the opportunity for Kimmy and Mr. Dave. She wondered if this overnight trip would serve as catalyst for a similar new and wild experience. Since Mr. Dave had been so much “help” the weekend prior, Kimmy’s parents set him up again as an emergency contact for Kimmy if she needed any help today and tonight. Unfortunately, while she was excited for an overnight girl hang with Sara, she was bummed that her plans with Sara would prevent her from a chance to pursue Mr Dave again.

Cross country practice went well. Kimmy got a chance to catch up with Sara and socialize in her clique. The older girls were actually really nice to her. They gossiped about the upcoming school year and boys (although Kimmy kept quiet about her recent escapades). Although, when the conversation centered on a new assistant running coach, who was a mid-twenties English teacher at the high school, Kimmy piped in that she thought he was cute too. The high school girls egged on Kimmy, laughing at how the young 8th grader was “thirsty” for older guys. . ..if they only knew.

Sara and the other seniors made plans for the evening at the end of practice. It was the last Friday night before school started and Sara’s boyfriend was organizing an impromptu party since his parents were away. The girls grabbed some dinner and went back to Sara’s house to prep for the party. Kimmy had forgotten her overnight bag when she left her house earlier, and she didn’t have proper clothes for a party. Sara took care of her and let her borrow a strappy top and a short black skirt... to complete the outfit, she even convinced Kimmy to borrow her black thong panties to match. It was all in innocent fun, and Kimmy would agree to anything Sara recommended to try to be cool. It was shaping up to be a fun night... hopefully another epic weekend like the last. She was having fun with the high school girls and now would also get to meet some high schools. “OMG.... I wonder if older boys will also like me as much as Mr Dave?” she thought to herself.

Kimmy thought she looked hot in Sara’s older clothes. The skirt was shorter than she would typically wear but Sara promised it made her legs look sexy. Since Sara was bustier than Kimmy, the top was a little too loose but still looked okay. The panties were, similarly, a size too big. Not used to wearing a thong, Kimmy’s newfound confidence didn’t get in the way of a size issue. She was up for anything. She had “rizz” and was beginning to sense it.

The party, however, turned out to be disappointing and “lowkey boring”. A small party with about 10 girls and 10 guys, it started out exciting as Kimmy got to drink alcohol for the first time. With no tolerance, she quickly got buzzed after one hard seltzer. Not yet fully aware, it turns out she’s a horny drunk, and the booze made her start staring thirstily at the senior boys. The problem was that they weren’t giving her any attention back. New to this type of social situation, she was too young to know that the age difference could be a reputation problem for the guys. Kimmy was cute.... young, but still cute. But making out with an eighth grader would be perceived as a whole other level of “ick” to the senior girls, potentially ruining their future chances with the girls in their 12th grade class. So they kept their distance. Kimmy was bored, mostly watching TV with a couple other girls, and her confidence was now completely shot.

Sara had ditched her for part of the party. She ended up making out with her boyfriend in his locked bedroom. Things started to progress and Sara, who would typically be into it, put on the brakes when she realized her BF’s idiot friends were listening in and giggling outside the door. Hot and bothered, she left the room to find Kimmy.

Kimmy continued to drink a bit more than she should. She was bored and the boys were annoying, wrestling on the floor and being obnoxious drunks. Kimmy thought of Mr Dave and wished she had been able to stay home by herself and try to contact him. Last weekend’s hookup was such a surprise. This weekend she had high hopes for a good time but this was lame. The alcohol was making her horny and there was no outlet for that at this dumb party.

Sara grabbed her as she finished her third (or fourth?) seltzer and told her they were leaving. The party was a bust. The boys were immature and rude drunks, Sara’s boyfriend was annoyed that she wouldn’t have sex, and she also realized Kimmy looked nervous and unhappy. Being the good older sister type, it was time for them to leave. The two had carpooled with a couple other girls who were also ready to leave. It had been a long day of cross country and an annoying party for all of them.

Kimmy thought of a plan as they were leaving... a desperate and drunken plan that wasn’t well conceived. The party was actually just a few minutes from her house, so she convinced the girls to stop by her house so she could get her overnight bag. Kimmy’s parents had given her Mr. Dave’s number in case of emergencies. They also gave Dave a spare key for any unknown house issues. Kimmy texted Dave from the car. “Hi Mr Dave! It’s Kimmy. I’m driving back to my house with some friends to get my overnight bag. But I forgot my key. Can you let me in? Please? (Kissy face)”.

Dave was watching late night TV and falling asleep when he got the text. It was 11:40 pm. The single Dad in his mid-forties shot up straight in his chair. His daughter was at her mother’s house this weekend and he was alone. “Oh fuck, ” he thought. Dave had also been thinking about Kimmy all week with pleasant, but guilty, feelings about the pool incident. He cared for Kimmy and realized there was just too high of a risk in continuing anything inappropriate with her. She was an older friend to his younger daughter. She was also too young to actually date (even once she hits adulthood due to their age gap), and he decided you just read too many stories about these things going bad. Still, he wasn’t about to leave Kimmy hanging this evening. Wearing jeans and tee shirt, he grabbed his sneakers and walked down the block to Kimmy’s house.

When Kimmy and the girls pulled up to her house, Dave had already unlocked the front door and was waiting inside behind the storm door. The buzzed high school girls made a couple giggly comments when they saw Dave. “Ooh who is that, Kimmy? He’s kinda hot for an older guy.” “Yeah maybe we should have hung out with him instead of those dumb boys!”

Kimmy ignored them and went inside. The greeting was a bit awkward since they hadn’t seen each other since last weekend. Kimmy closed the main front door, grabbed Dave by the hand, and led him up the stairs. “Come on, Mr Dave. My bag is in my room. Help me find it.” The seltzers had now fully kicked in and she drunkenly stumbled up the stairs. Halfway up, she tripped on the carpeted stairs, and Dave saw a glimpse of her little ass and thong as her short skirt pulled up in the fall. “Oh fuuuck, ” Dave thought again, knowing he was in trouble. A few beers deep himself after lounging at home, this could be more temptation than he could resist. Luckily, there was a car full of impatient teenagers in the driveway to deter any bad urges. “Kimmy, are you drunk?” Dave asked. Kimmy giggled. “Maybe, I don’t really know” she said with a sly grin.

Kimmy led Dave to her room. Her bag was laying on her bed in the girly, flowery pink bedroom of the young fourteen year old. Instead of going for the bag, she turned around to face Dave and put her arms around his neck. In addition to being obviously drunk, Dave could sense that she was on the verge of tears as well. Before she could pull him in and make her move, Dave held her hips at arms length and asked what was wrong. A first-time emotional drunk, Kimmy broke down and leveled with Dave about her night... wanting to impress the older seniors, not getting any attention from the boys, being bored and uncomfortable. Dave brought her in for a hug. She felt great in his arms, bringing him back to the feelings of last week. She nuzzled her check against his, getting turned on by the manliness of his late night stubble.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week, Mr Dave, ” said Kimmy before taking the lead and kissing him firmly. They began making out, still standing in the middle of the bedroom, with walls covered in teen pop star posters. “Kimmy, we shouldn’t, ” Dave whispered unconvincingly between wet kisses and tongue touches. Kimmy reached down and rubbed Dave’s already hard cock over his jeans. Without thinking, Dave’s hands moved down from Kimmy’s waist, pulling up her skirt and squeezing that tight little thong-draped ass. Kimmy moaned reassuringly at the touch of his strong hands on her bare skin. “I wish we had kept going last time, Mr Dave. I can’t stop thinking about it. Let’s have sex right here.” Dave moved her over towards the bed. Kimmy sat down on the edge and pulled Dave down towards her. She clumsily attempted to unzip his pants. Her top was hanging loose as she leaned forward and Dave could see her tiny tits peering out from under her shirt. No bra. He reached down underneath the edge and grazed his hands against her hard little nipples. A car horn honked from the driveway. Startled, Dave jumped back.

“Kimmy! We can’t do this. I’m sorry. It’s not right.” A drunken Kimmy pleaded that it was okay. She wanted him. That didn’t matter, Dave persisted. There was no time, anyway. “Mr Dave, we can make it quick, pleeease.” The car horn honked again, impatiently. Dave carried her bag downstairs, leading the way this time. Kimmy, an emotional wreck at this point, got herself together with a little gentle support from Dave. He kissed her cheek and hugged her gently in a paternal manner. “Those boys were idiots tonight. They’re lucky to spend time with you, ” Dave whispered reassuringly. He opened the front door. The teenagers in the car watched Kimmy turn and give Dave a very close body hug. It was eyebrow raising. “Omg Kimmy totally has a thing for older guys. She’s going to be such a whore!!!” The car burst with laughter. “Oh gosh, shut uuup! She’s just young. We’ve all been there, ” Sara protested while cracking up.

Kimmy threw her bag in the trunk. There were six girls in a five seat car so Kimmy, being the youngest and lightest, had to sit on Sara’s lap in the back seat behind the driver. She wobbily plopped on Sara’s lap and Sara pulled her close, holding onto Kimmy’s waist as the car pulled out. She looked upset (or maybe just drunk) when she came out. The other seniors teased Kimmy, accusing her of being “totally into that older guy” and being a “neighborhood Lolita”. Kimmy didn’t even know what that meant but denied it. She deflected that she was actually hooking up a little bit with an older high school boy in the neighborhood, and she was upset because HE was worried about the age difference... swearing that nothing was going on with “Mr Dave.” Sara didn’t quite buy it and had her suspicions. “Aww Kimmy, you’ll have to tell me all about this other boy when we get to my house. Don’t listen to these other girls. You’re just drunk and so are these BITCHES!!!” They all laughed in unison at the joke. “Come here, Kimmy” and Sara squeezed Kimmy consolingly around her hips.

Kimmy appreciated Sara always having her back. She liked Sara’s touch, and it made her feel a little better to have someone hug her lovingly, even if it was a girl. Kimmy nestled back into her as Sara continued to rub and hug her ribs. It was tight in the car, and Kimmy was sitting against Sara’s tanned left leg near the car door. Both in short skirts, Kimmy’s skirt wasn’t draped under her legs, and her bare ass and legs were basically straddling Sara’s uncovered thigh, with only the little black thong coming between Sara’s skin and Kimmy’s pussy. Sara held her closely. The ride was bumpy (or the driver was terrible). Kimmy was bouncing periodically on Sara’s thigh, and it felt kinda good.

Sara had more realization of the suggestive intimacy than Kimmy and figured Kimmy was probably just drunk... and this was spot on accurate. Nevertheless, Sara didn’t mind it. In fact, she really liked it. It reminded her of years past, probably when she was around Kimmy’s age, when she and her friends had practiced kissing and “doing sex stuff”. It was always under the guise of “getting ready for boys” but Sara really liked girls (and boys). She had plenty of boyfriends but missed those innocent girly experiences. Having a sexy, innocent little Kimmy reminded her of those times. That soft skin. The sweet smell of her perfume. The softness of Kimmy’s light brown hair falling back against her cheek and neck.

Kimmy was half falling asleep against Sara’s neck and shoulder as they cut through a big neighborhood. Every speed bump they hit, Kimmy’s pussy would bounce against Sara’s leg. Sara could feel Kimmy exhale against her neck every time it happened. It was cute... and hot... and a little fucking dirty. Sara started moving her left thigh in small back and forth motions underneath Kimmy while rubbing her stomach gently underneath the hem of her top. None of the drunks in the car even noticed. It was super subtle, but Kimmy started to move a bit as well. A tiny grind was occurring that moved Kimmy’s panties around just a bit. Another speed bump. And another. Sara would anticipate each speed bump and use the opportunity to move her leg a few inches back and forth, pushing against Kimmy’s crotch. Kimmy seemed to reciprocate, and a quick little leg hump would occur. Sara’s leg felt slightly wet. Was Kimmy sweating on her leg? No, she was making this little chicky wet. It turned Sara on. Kimmy was turned on too. Within the past hour, both girls had been making out with boys and ready to “do it”, only to end up sexually frustrated without the right setting to make it happen. Drunk, hormonal, and physically ready for action, this little affection in the car was a welcome distraction.

They reached Sara’s house. Kimmy woozily snapped out of it, stumbled off Sara’s (wet) leg, and they said they’re goodbyes to the other girls. Sara’s room was essentially a finished basement. She had a great setup all to herself with a loveseat and TV next to her bed. It was great for nights like these when she could come home drunk and avoid her parents, who were asleep on the second floor - out of sight and out of mind.

Sara grabbed some sodas to help sober Kimmy up a bit and prevent her from passing out. Sara now had things in mind (maybe) and wanted to see if she could get back to the car stuff if Kimmy was willing.

They plopped down on the love seat. Sara explained she wanted to hear all about Kimmy’s neighbor, “the high school boy”. She got a brush, sat behind Kimmy, and started braiding her hair while Kimmy basically told the pool story from last weekend. The details were loosely accurate except Mr. Dave was replaced in the story by one of the neighborhood girl’s “older brother”. Sara was impressed and a little shocked. Maybe her friends from the car were right and Kimmy was going to be a little whore! She finished the braids and started rubbing Kimmy’s shoulders, back, and neck. As Kimmy got to the end of the story, Sara’s hands started to rub down past Kimmy’s collar bones and on her upper chest (not touching her boobs, but getting close) as Kimmy recalled “Dave, I mean Jeff” cumming right up against her “down there” in the pool.

“Kimmy! O-M-G that is so fucking hot. He cummed directly against your pussy?” breathed Sara into her ear while rubbing Kimmy’s upper chest. Her C-cup firm tits were pressed into Kimmy’s back. “Sara, it was soooo LIT.”

Kimmy’s eyes were closed and she loved Sara taking care of her. She was so pretty and so sexy. Feeling Sara’s boobs on her back was actually so... comfortable? IDK, she just liked it. Sara was so good to her. Why couldn’t Dave or those other boys have been so sweet to her tonight? “Sara! Kimmy straightened up. What do I do to make older guys like me and not back off like my neighbor, Jeff?”

Sara was not ready for the cuddle to end but improvised quickly. “Kimmy, those boys probably liked you tonight. But it would have been icky for them to hook up with an 8th grader in front of everyone at the party. If no was around, it might be different. I bet it’s the same with that man, I mean boy, in your neighborhood.”

“You really think so, Sara???” said Kimmy, relieved.

“Yes, but if you really want to reel them in without them backing off, just suck their dick, ” Sara explained.

Her bluntness startled Kimmy. “What???? Really? I have no clue how to do that. I mean I’ve watched it on my phone a little bit but I just...”

“Come on, I’ll teach you. That’s what older friends are for. Hop up on my lap here. My girlfriends and I used to practice on a brush when we were your age or maybe even younger.” Sara grabbed the brush she had been using on Kimmy’s hair. It had a smallish handle, probably 4 inches long, with a rounded tip. Kimmy looked skeptical and nervous. It was smaller than Mr. Dave’s dick (which she had never really seen under the pool water but guessed correctly that it was bigger from feeling it). Sara continued, ”Kimmy, what the fuck. Don’t be so shy about it. You’ve practically had sex almost. And I’m like your older sister basically. It’s time you learned. All girls have to practice and learn from their friends first.”

Reluctantly, Kimmy followed command and sat sideways on Sara’s lap, similarly to how they sat in the car. Again, her short skirt meant that her butt and thong were basically skin to skin with Sara’s tan and firm, thick thigh.

Sara turned the brush upside down so the handle was vertical. Pretending the brush was a guy’s “thing” (she kept it light and innocent as not to overwhelm Kimmy), she gave some basic instructions about holding the base (which she used Kimmy’s hands to do), then licking the shaft, and wetting the tip, demonstrating each step as she went. Kimmy admired her sexy lips and pink tongue. She could feel herself getting turned on, especially when Sara finally swallowed the top half of the brush... going for it. Sucking and sloppily moving up and down, all while Kimmy held the handle of the brush with Sara’s hands on top of her own. Sara had no reservations and Kimmy wanted that confidence. Sara’s mouth made a suction noise as it popped off the brush, and she gasped for air. Her saliva dripped down the handle and ran over Kimmy’s fingers. “Okay girlie, it’s your turn now.”

Kimmy looked at the sloppy, wet brush. This was kinda like sharing a soda can with a friend and not worrying about germs... but with WAY more spit. Sara grabbed Kimmy’s face on both side and pulled her close to the brush. “Let’s go slut. Lick that dick.” Kimmy obliged and started slowly following the steps as Sara reminded her along the way. “That’s it. Now swirl your tongue around the head.... No silly, like this...”

Their tongues touched awkwardly as Sara’s tongue pushed Kimmy’s out of the way. Kimmy’s eyes popped open. It was weird to have their tongues touch but kinda hot too. Was that gross? “Kimmy, pay attention. Now you try. Lick it and then go down on the head... That’s it. Suck it, you whore.” Sara giggled and squeezed Kimmy’s body to assure her she was just teasing. She rubbed Kimmy’s skinny thighs. “That’s it, Kimmy. Don’t be afraid to get a little sloppy with it. Guys find that sexy.” Her fingernails gently dug in to Kimmy’s thighs and Kimmy gulped on the brush handle as they traced underneath the hem of her skirt. (But girls are just touchy feely, she assumed).

“Good job, Kimmy. Oh shit, boys are gonna find you sooo sexy. This slim little body with those soft lips.” Her finger traced the upper lip and corner of Kimmy’s mouth. “Here’s another foreplay thing you can learn. Keep practicing on the brush. But let’s say you’re sitting on a guy’s lap like this and making out, rub your butt back and forth on it a little bit. Sit on me like you were back in the car, across my thigh. Like this...” Sara had Kimmy sitting on her left side, and moved Kimmy’s left leg over her own, so Kimmy was now straddling Sara’s bare leg. As she did this, her hands ran up Kimmy’s thighs as she did this, going underneath her skirt and blousing it out to keep their skin touching. Her left hand remained underneath the skirt, rubbing Kimmy’s hip and the side of her ass to encourage a grind back and forth. “There you go Kimmy. But get into it, just like the bumpy car ride but more. No one is watching us.”

“Had Sara known that she was kinda liking the car ride? and feeling good from it?” thought Kimmy.

“That’s it Kimmy. Rub against my leg. It’ll turn the guys on. And it should feel good for you too.” Sara’s hand pulled on the side band of Kimmy’s thong, tightening it and pulling the base to the side a little. Kimmy’s labia stuck out a bit. It felt so good against Sara’s soft skin. Drunk and horny, she fidgeted to the right a bit, exposing half of her pussy. Sara could feel a bit of wetness against her thigh. “Good job Kimmy. Now get back on this dick, sweetie. Let’s do it together. Keep sucking the head while I lick the shaft.”

No complaints from Kimmy. She was getting into it. This was so cool of Sarah to show her what to do. She couldn’t wait to try this on Mr. Dave and knew it would work. And it felt special to be this close with Sara. She was the big sister she always wanted. And so cool and sexy.

The girls were moving in opposite directions, with Kimmy bobbing downward on the head while Sara’s tongue licked up the shaft. The brush handle being only 4 inches long or so, Sara’s tongue was connecting with Kimmy’s lips. They both giggled innocently at first, but it didn’t stop either of them. Sara’s wet tongue felt good against Kimmy’s mouth. It was a feeling of trust and closeness that Kimmy had never experienced with another girl.

“Okay Kimmy, now you lick the one side and I’ll lick the other. Have you ever seen two girls do that in porn? No? It’s just silly and we’ll probably never do that in real life, but let’s try it. Flip around on my leg facing me first... it’ll be more comfortable.” Kimmy flipped around and straddled Sara’s thigh again, but this time facing Sara straight on. Sara’s hand guided underneath the skirt the whole way around. “Keep practicing grinding on the guy. It’s important to be able to do that while you two are hooking up.” Sara reached her left hand behind Kimmy, squeezing her bare butt cheek ever so gently while guiding it back and forth on her thigh. Kimmy breathed deeply. “See doesn’t that feel good, too? It’s so hot. Slide back and forth. It’s okay to practice.” Her pussy was still halfway out and the lace thong getting wet.

“Now back to this dick, Sara chuckled.” They both licked opposite sides of the small brush. Tongues periodically touching. Kimmy started to search for Sara’s tongue. It felt so good when they touched. At bottom of the brush handle, Kimmy guided her tongue along the edge of the brush, hoping to find Sara’s on the other side. Sara had the same idea. Eyes closed, their tongues met and stayed connected, traveled up and down the brush shaft a few times before Sara broke off, smiling. “Here, let’s lick the head, ” Sarah instructed. Their tongues both went for the tip, going back and forth against each other, fighting for room against the tip of the handle, too narrow to accommodate both girls. Before long, the brush was just a prop. Two teenage tongues circled around each other, with only random connection to the brush haphazardly.

Sara still had one hand on Kimmy’s ass and the other holding the brush on top of Kimmy’s hands. She removed her second hand and slid it underneath Kimmy’s skirt. With a hand on each of Kimmy’s smooth ass cheeks, she guided her back and forth in longer grinds. Kimmy got into it. It felt too good but what she was doing didn’t quite register. She was too focused on Sara’s tongue.

Sarah pushed her mouth closer to Kimmy’s and their lips were soon touching as well. Both mouths, sloppy with each other’s spit from the brush, began to make out. Kimmy was still holding the brush but it soon dropped into her lap. She was kissing with a high school senior... GIRL... and curiously loving it. Sara’s mouth and face were softer than Mr. Dave’s stubbly manliness. That turned her on too and she fucking loved Mr. Dave... “but this just HITS different”. The thought gave her a moment of clarity in the middle of her drunken kissing. She pulled off of Sara’s mouth, but only by a few inches.

“Oh shit, Sara. I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t be doing this, right?” Her face and neck were already flushed.

Sara pulled her hands out from under the skirt and softly caressed Kimmy’s face with both hands. “Geez Kimmy, don’t be such a prude. I told you I’d help you practice. You SHOULD be practicing this stuff. If not with me, then with friends your own age at least. It’s okay, honey.”

The manipulative psychology worked like a charm. Kimmy wanted to keep going. Sara knew it. She wasn’t being pushy. She was just giving Kimmy a rationalization.

“No Sara. I’m so much more comfortable here with you.”

Sara pulled Kimmy’s face back into hers and they started making out again. Things were heating up and Sara moved down to Kimmy’s neck, softly kissing and sucking. It must have been one of Kimmy’s trigger spots because she immediately started grinding her pussy HARD on Sara’s leg. “Get it, girl, ” whispered Sarah into her neck. Her hands went back under the skirt and she started toying with Kimmy’s thong. Sneakily shifting it all the way to the side. Kimmy’s bare pussy lips glided wetly across Sara’s leg. Still getting her neck sucked, Kimmy held Sara’s shoulders for stability as she grinded and started letting out little pleasure squeaks.

“That’s it Kimmy. You’re doing so good. But can we take off that thong. I don’t want it to chafe my skin.” Kimmy was silent but looked nervously into Sara’s eyes... another fleeting moment of sober clarity. “It’s okay Kimmy. I’ll take off mine too so we’re even.”

Sara pushed Kimmy off her momentarily on the couch. In record time, she had pulled off her own panties from underneath a similarly whorish skirt, exposing her sexy pussy (completely shaved) to Kimmy. Tossing her panties on the floor, she roughly grabbed Kimmy’s waist and wrestled off her thong like a fucking pro. “Kimmy, I love this cute little bush” Sara commented as she ran her thumb through Kimmy’s peach fuzzy landing strip (which was all she could grow).

A land speed record, and with no resistance, Kimmy now had her bare pussy grinding on Sara’s leg again. The girls resumed making out sloppily. Sarah couldn’t believe how confident Kimmy was getting as she bucked against her leg, now wet and lubricated with Kimmy’s juices.

“These skirts are getting in the way” said Sara before pushing off Kimmy again and removing their skirts. The breaks in the action were teasing Kimmy, who was annoyed by having stop. Both now completely naked from the waist down and only wearing little strappy tops, Kimmy quickly remounted Sara’s leg lustily and shoved her tongue into Sara’s mouth. Sara’s hands squeezed Kimmy’s barely-there ass and spread her ass cheeks. She pulled Kimmy in closer and further up her thigh. With Sara sitting on the edge of the couch, Kimmy’s left thigh began making contact with Sara’s bald pussy as they moved in closer. “Ooh Kimmy yeah, keep doing that, ” Sara said as she pushed Kimmy’s little toothpick leg into her crotch, guiding Kimmy on what to do.

Sara’s right hand pulled Kimmy closer to her pussy to facilitate the leg contact. Her hand cupped the 8th grader’s right ass cheek, with fingernails diving into her buttcrack and spreading her open a bit as she yanked her to the right. The girls both moaned and grunted through alternate smooches and French kissing.

Sara pulled Kimmy further to the middle. “Here Kimmy, try this. Get right up into me” said Sarah. Kimmy didn’t really understand what she meant until Sara leaned back and pulled Kimmy in, while interlocking their legs. When their wet pussies touched directly against each other, Kimmy gasped. . ..but it felt AMAZING. She didn’t want to protest but had to ask...

“Sara, is this okay? Are we like... having sex?”

“No Kimmy, we’re both girls. It’s not real sex at all. It’s just girl stuff.”

Truth be told, Sara had NEVER done this with her friends, as she was leading Kimmy to believe. But Kimmy was just so fucking hot and sweet... and, secretly, Sara REALLY liked girls and had always wanted to try this.

Sara pulled in Kimmy tightly with her hands on her back and ass. Kimmy, still unsure but now engrossed in the pleasure, just went with it. What a fucking feeling. She found the right angle and rubbed her pussy back and forth against Sara’s. “Oh yeah, Kimmy, uhhhh, fuck my pussy.”

The dirty language didn’t even phase young Kimmy. It turned her on. So she fucked her harder. Sara’s hands reached up under Kimmy’s shirt and rubbed her little tits, letting Kimmy’s pokey nipples slide between her fingers. Sara pulled up the shirt and started licking and kissing them. Kimmy instinctively lifted up her arms and, knowingly, Sara pulled the shirt up over her head and it fell on the couch. She sucked Kimmy’s nipples, gently at first and then harder. “Oh Sara. Yeeeessss.” Kimmy loved it, but she was tiring from all the grinding. Apparently, tribbing a girl was hard work, and she was already a little sore from cross country practice. Even though she was close to getting herself off on Sara, drunken exhaustion won out and she slowed down. Sarah kept sucking her tits. Kimmy’s breathing slowed as well. Still sitting on top of Sara, she looked down at her developing chest and watched Sara’s mouth suck and pull on her nipples before disconnecting and making popping sounds. She felt Sara’s fingers tickling against her leg and looked down to see Sarah playing with herself, rubbing her own pussy in little circles while she sucked on Kimmy’s little tits passionately with her eyes closed.

“Oh my gaaaa, Sara I can’t believe you’re doing this. I love you. This is so hot. Thanks for helping me... practice.”

Sara looked up and smiled at Kimmy. “I know how we can get you ready for Dave. Where did that brush go?” (Lost in the passion, Kimmy totally missed that Sara figured out it was Mr Dave that she was messing around with... and not some neighbor named “Jeff” whose name she kept screwing up.)

“What do you want to do?” asked Kimmy, nervously.

“This is totally up to you, Kimmy, but sex can hurt a little bit the first time. If you want it to be easier at first with Dave, we can use the brush as a dildo and pop your cherry. It’ll only hurt for a minute, I promise. Plus, you’re drunk so it’ll hurt a little less probably. “

“Okay Sara, let’s try it. You’re so good to me, ” and Kimmy planted a passionate kiss on Sara’s swollen lips.

Sara got up and had Kimmy sit on the couch. Kneeling on the floor in front of Kimmy, she gently pulled the skinny teen’s young body to the edge of the cushion and spread her legs slowly. Sara grabbed the brush upside down by the bristles and licked the handle thoroughly. It wasn’t a large brush, smaller than an average sized dick, but big enough to get the job done. She began to glide it up and down Kimmy’s slit. Kimmy responded with soft, whispered breaths of pleasure, but Sara could sense her reluctance.

“Let’s make sure everything is super wet, ” said Sara. She moved the brush out of the way, leaned her head in, and began licking Kimmy’s pussy. Kimmy stiffened in surprise. At first, the licks were clinical in purpose, with a true focus on getting every square inch of that 8th grade pussy covered in spit. Sara licked up and down the right and left sides of her puffy labia before going back and forth across her inner lips. But Sara had never done this before either, and loved it immediately, especially Kimmy’s reaction as she stiffened and dug her nails into Sara’s back. Within 10 seconds, Sara had forgotten about the brush and her tongue was exploring Kimmy’s drenched opening. Licking and sucking her clit, then diving deeply into that virgin hole, Sara and Kimmy had no desire to quit.

“Oh Sara, yesssss. Don’t stop. Just keep doing that. Lick me, please. Unnnggg.”

Sara obliged. Kimmy pushed her hips forward and gyrated, circling her pussy around trying to fuck Sara’s mouth. She felt a girly little finger thrusting in and out while Sara’s tongue worked her clit above.

“Oh yeah, finger me too. Yeahhhhhh!!”

“You want me to finger this little pussy? Should I stop kissing it... or do both?” Sara asked teasingly, knowing the answer.

“No no Sarah, please kiss my pussy. I wanna cum. I wanna cum all over your sexy mouth.” Kimmy pleaded.

“Oh fuck yeah!!!” thought Sara, and she licked Kimmy’s pussy to completion. Kimmy cupped the back of Sara’s head.

“Sara, I’m cumming. Oh yaasss.” Kimmy melted into the couch. Completely relaxed and spent.

Sara, still on her knees in front of the couch, wiped her mouth. It was glistening in the darkness of the room. The little hairs at the base of her hairline above her neck were sweaty. She pulled her shirt off, exposing her perfect tan titties and big brown nipples to Kimmy. She climbed up to Kimmy.

“Want to taste your pussy on my mouth?” Not waiting for an answer, she slowly and sensually kissed Kimmy’s lips and their mouths opened before encircling their tongues.

Kimmy’s hands lightly grasped Sara’s breasts. They felt amazing. She kissed down her neck and continued further, slowly and carefully sucking on Sara’s nipples. Sara was ready to get dirty some more, but she gave Kimmy all the time she needed to enjoy firm tits. “That’s it sweet girl. Suck on them, baby. You’re so fucking gentle. Oh my god, I love your little mouth. Now lie back for me.”

Kimmy slumped back on the couch and Sara knelt down in front of her. She spread Kimmy’s legs wide open. After rewetting the brush handle (and Kimmy’s pussy) with her mouth, she slowly glided the handle in. “Oh shit Sara, are you sure about this?” Kimmy asked.

“Relax, baby girl. You’ve got this, ” Sara reassured.

Sara probed deeper. It was uncomfortable but didn’t hurt as much as Kimmy expected. At the same time, it felt REALLY good to be filled up as she imagined it was Mr. Dave. Sara hopped up on the couch next to Kimmy. They kissed slowly as Sara gradually sped up the brush speed. She grabbed Kimmy’s hand and placed it on her clit above the brush. “Rub yourself while I fuck this pussy.” Kimmy groaned loudly. It wasn’t hurting as much now. “That’s it, cutie. How’s that feel?” Kimmy didn’t respond. She just breathed deeper. Her chest pulsed up and down. Sara leaned over and sucked her tits.

“Sara, I think I’m gonna cum again!” Kimmy put her hand on top of Sara’s and pushed the brush faster. Sara continued sucking her tiny tits. “Oh yaaasss. Fuuuuuggghhhh.” Kimmy exhaled and sunk down into the couch. She’d taken the brush with ease. Mr. Dave would be bigger, but she was ready for it now.

Sara removed the brush and licked the handle. To her surprise, Kimmy leaned in and licked the other side of the handle, tasting herself. Their tongues met, Sara tossed the brush aside. Making out, Kimmy pushed Sara against the back of the couch and got on top of her. Then she slid down and, without asking, went to work on Sara’s shaved pussy. Sara was in awe. She’d found a secret protege to fulfill these fantasies. Kimmy made her cum quickly and easily, both enjoying every minute.

Tired, drunk, and completely satisfied, the girls put on their pajamas and cuddled to sleep in Sara’s twin bed.