No Longer Shy

But the moisture that had began to build between my thighs again said otherwise. I needed to get the hell out of there...fast. "I really need to be going," I stammered weakly.

"How long has it been since you've been with a woman?" she asked me as if I had said nothing.

NEVER!- I wanted to scream. I hadn't been around another woman's cave since I climbed out of one at birth! But I realized that I was still supposed to be Jasmine so I said, "It's been quite a while," I told her, hoping that my comment would help me out.

"Well," she said breathing in as if inhaling my scent. "You're long overdue."

Damn....that didn't work like it was supposed to. "You're determined to get to this?" I said, still trying to sound like my sister.

"Yes," Stacy answered honestly. She gently pushed me back onto the soft cushions on the couch and continued to caress my thighs. I felt myself begin to give into the gentle touch though I knew that I should've been objecting. This was taking being my sister a little too far!

But for some reason, I could no longer make myself fight her. The way she was just touching me felt soooooo good. Other than losing my virginity to a dweeb named Simon, I had never been intimately touched by anyone. I was slowly slipping away and she was only touching my thighs! I began to relax more and more a her hands began to caress me all over.... my face.... arms... legs... breasts.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" she asked in a voice that I had never heard before. I nodded, unable to lie about it. "Good," she said, her pleasure evident in her voice. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

Her hands moved up to lift my halter top. Weak and still in shock, I was unable to protest. Her hands freed my breasts from the built-in bra. I heard myself moan again as she gently brought my nipples to life with the pads of her thumbs. She stroked them until they became pinkish brown gemstones beneath her fingertips.

"I love the way you moan for me," she said in that low voice that was beginning to turn me on. As much as I tried to fight it, I realized that wanted this to happen. I had the opportunity to do something daring and not even be the blame for it!

Heat surged through me as she took one straining nipple into her mouth and gently sucked and pulled on it while she fondled the other with her hand. I felt myself growing wetter and hotter between my thighs. I spread my legs farther, giving Stacy full access to my wetness. Taking my actions as an invitation, her hand left my breast and snaked under my risen skirt and ran her fingers across my wet panties. I could feel her lips form a smile against my breast. She then looked up at me with a knowing smile on her face. "I knew you wanted it," she said victoriously.

She then pulled the halter top completely over my head, leaving the top part of my body naked. My nipples grew even harder as the air from the ceiling fan drifted over them. She stared at me hungrily before pulling me forward to place soft kisses on my neck. Her tongue made tiny trails from my ears to my neck then down between the valley of my breasts. She made a trail back up until her lips pressed against mine. I hesitated only a moment before I opened my mouth to her and allowed her tongue to wrestle with mine.

Her hand began to gently massage my pussy through my panties as we kissed. I purred as she rubbed me. As if by it's own will, my body began to rock against her hand. "Do you like that?" she challenged after pulling her lips away from mine. I could only nod my head as I allowed her to slid my skirt and panties down my legs and over my boots. "Do you really?" she purred to me. I nodded insistently. I moaned again as her finger found my now bare pussy. She ran a single finger up and down my clit. I bit my lip to attempt to fight off the moan that I felt coming. "Tell me you like it," she demanded, rubbing my clit gently, then quickly.

"Ohhhhh," I purred to her. "I like it....."

"I know," she said, satisfied. She then slid two fingers deep into my sopping cat. I called her name. She loved it! "Call me again, baby," she demanded, stroking me more urgently with her fingers.

"Stacy!!" I called over and over as I felt my first orgasm building up in me.

As if sensing it, she stroked me harder with her fingers. "Do you want me to make you cum?" she asked sexily. I nodded crazily. "Then tell me to make you cum, baby."

"Make me cum!" I screamed, writhing beneath her finger's manipulations. "Make me cum!"

She pulled me to her with her free hand and kissed me deeply as pumped my dripping snatch anxiously. With each stoke, she filled me up to her knuckles and her thumb brushed my clit. I purred into her mouth as I felt myself going over the edge.

I tore my mouth away from hers and yelled, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Yes," she urged me on, delighted. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me. Let it go....YES!"

I detonated around her fingers. My pussy pulsated wildly as my orgasm overtook me. I moaned and screamed as Stacy urged me on. Minutes later, I laid back on her couch, catching my breath.

"You're a screamer," Stacy said, still kneeling between my legs. "I like that."

I turned my head away and closed my eyes, now extremely bashful. I had never responded to anyone the way that I had just responded to Stacy. Now I was shyer than before. At least she didn't know who I really was....

"I want to taste you now.......Jessie."

My eyes flew open. "I'm not Jessie," I tried to lie.

"Jasmine has the Black Widow tattoo on her breast. You don't," Stacy said. "And I actually went by the store to see you and your sister slipped up and told me what you two were doing."

Thoroughly embarrassed, I looked away from my childhood friend. I just wanted to evaporate. "Don't be ashamed of what just happened," she said making me look at her. "It was YOU that I really wanted. Not your sister. I've had this ongoing crush on you since like the ninth grade."

"Yeah right," I scoffed, still dealing with my humiliation. "Jasmine is the pretty one...the fun girl...Not me."

"Well," Stacy began, "I just had a ton of fun with you a few minutes ago.....and I don't plan to stop now."

"What?" I said looking at her.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I wanted to taste you," she informed me. "You are so sexy and you don't even know it."

"You're right about that," I stated. "I don't see it."

"Well," she began, "let me show you."

She gently pulled my legs apart again and let her fingers locate my drenched femininity. Forgetting that I was supposed to be upset and mortified, I laid my head back against the back of the sofa. "Yes," Stacy's voice caressed me as her fingers explored my womb. "Just open up to me. Let me make you feel good." She began to run her tongue from my neck to my breasts as she stroked me. My fingers made their way to her soft hair as her tongue trailed down to my stomach then lower. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips as her tongue trailed along the lips that protected my swollen, throbbing clit. She continued to finger fuck me with one hand while she spread my pussy lips, revealing my sensitive nub with the other. She then gently flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue, causing my body to begin to hum. "Do you want me to make you cum again?" she asked me sexily.

"Yes," I said honestly.

"Then tell me," she said. "Don't be afraid. Tell me."

"Make me cum, Stacy," I demanded, suddenly carefree.

She flicked my clit a few more times with the tip of her tongue. "Tell me again," she demanded.

"Make me cum!" I begged. "PLEASE!!!!"

She then dived in...licking me slowly then quickly, soft and hard.....sucking on my clit as she began to fuck me with three fingers. She moaned, drunk with the taste of me. She removed her fingers from within me and replaced them with her tongue, licking me from the inside out. I bucked wildly beneath her, calling her name, begging her not to stop. I grabbed the back of her head and rolled my pussy against her face, fucking her mouth. She only worked harder to drive me insane, licking me wildly, wiggling her face in my juicy pussy. As I pushed away my hair that had fallen into my face, she came to me, kissing me, making me taste myself on her lips and in her mouth. The taste was strangely intoxicating and I reveled in it. "You taste so good," she told me. "Do you like how you taste?"

I answered her by pulling her mouth back to mine to sample my flavor some more. She rubbed my clit furiously as our tongues battled. She tore her lips away from mine. "Are you ready to cum?" she asked me.

"Yes!!!" I screamed in pleasure. "Yes! NOW!"

She took her mouth back to my saturated pussy and lick my clit feverishly, up and down...back and forth. She returned three fingers to my woman hole and pumped fiercely, sending me over the edge.

"Oh shit! I'm cumming," I screamed. "I'm cumming, Stacy! Oooooooooh Yes! Don't stop!"

Stacy never let up, but stroked me even harder and ate me like a woman gone mad. Wave after orgasmic wave washed over me as I screamed in ecstacy for Stacy to fuck me, love me, taste me, touch me.

That night she consumed me and got me hooked on her. She asked me to forgive her for deceiving me and after what I experienced with her, there was no way that I could deny her that much. As a matter of fact, to show her that there were no hard feelings, we began to spend more time together after that.

The next morning, I gave my sister blow by blow details of the night before and as she listened, her eyes became as wide as saucers.

"Well, little sis," she said. "I think that you're getting over that shy stage."

I think she was right...