After School Delight Pt. 01

"Oh... just a minute," Angie called back, sniffling.

"Here," I said quietly, passing her the box of tissues as I hurriedly pulled some books out of my bag and opened them at random places, strewing them over the bed.

Angie reached behind her dresser for a small folding table and opened it as she called, "Come in!" Her mum entered the room with a tray as Angie was setting the table at the end of the bed.

"Oh, Thanks Mum," she said as her mum put the tray down.

"Have you been crying dear?" her mum asked.

"Oh no - I got an eyelash in my eye, but Macey helped me to get it out," she told her.

"Oh... well, thank you Macey," she smiled. "I'm so glad you two seem to be such good friends," she added. "Angela doesn't bring many school friends home, and you seem such a nice young lady," she said, stroking my hair again, and smiling.

"Mu-um?" Angie objected.

"Yes dear!" her mum responded, the tone changing to something rather more maternal. "Well... you two eat up won't you. Don't leave it to go cold will you," she told us, turning toward the door, adding as she left, "Have to gobble it up while it's nice and hot and sweet," she said, raising her eyebrows. "I won't disturb you anymore," she added, giving me a strange smile as she closed the door.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"I think she likes you," Angie giggled. I must have looked shocked. "Don't wowy - you're quite safe..." she told me, "unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you don't want to be."

"Don't want to be what?"

"Safe." she said, simply.

"What?"

"It's OK." She likes girls... she paused, "like me." I wasn't sure if Angie meant that her mum 'likes girls like Angie', or she 'likes girls the way that Angie likes girls'. Either way it was something of a revelation.

"Can I ask a personal question?" I began.

"Uhh huhh."

"Did she teach you to kiss?"

Angie smiled a bashful little smile. "How did you know?"

"Oh... just call it a lucky guess," I smiled.

"Has she taught Geraldine too?"

"She taught us both... together," Angie admitted.

"You mean..."

"She used to..." she hesitated. "She made Ges and I..." she looked away, clearly embarrassed. We used to have to pwactice together," she told me, looking self-conscious again. I was about to tell her I didn't need to know any more, when she added, "If we didn't get it wight she would show us."

"Well, that makes a lot of sense."

"Ges and I used to share a bedwoom," she added. "There was only one bed."

"You don't have to tell me any of this if you don't want to."

"No... No. I want to. I don't want you finding out fwom someone else, and then hating me for keeping lots of sordid secwets."

"I could never hate you Angie," I told her. "You're so lovely. Anyway... who else could I possibly find out from?"

She smiled that beautiful bright smile again; the one that lights up the room. "Let's have our pud now, and then I'll tell you evewything."

We sat together and ate our dessert; it was Spotted Dick and custard. Angie asked me if I liked Spotted Dick and I told her "To be honest I'm not all that keen on any sort of dick," and she almost spat it back into the bowl as she burst out laughing.

When we'd finished, she pushed the small folding table to the side of the room and we slid back up onto the bed again.

"Now. Where were we?" she asked.

There was a mischievous smile on her face now, and I had a pretty shrewd idea what she wanted. "Kissing?" I suggested.

"Didn't you want to do some Biology?" she asked.

"Yes... but I think it's the practical that I need," I joked, then I noticed she had spilled a small speck of custard on her blouse. Oh. Don't move, I told her. I'll get it for you.

I pushed her back to lie across the bed, and propped myself up on my left elbow beside her, leaning over as I lay across one of her arms and held the other around the bicep to pin her down onto the bed.

As my lips reached toward the speck of custard, I peered up to see her smiling eyes looking down at me approvingly, and I licked the speck from close to her breast, then tried to pinch her nipple gently with my lips through the material of her blouse and her bra, holding it there between my lips as I looked up to gauge her reaction. There was only the faintest smile.

"I'm not sure if we should be doing this," I whispered.

"Why?"

"Not here anyway."

"Where else?" she asked softly.

"What if your mam comes back? ... for the plates?"

"She won't come in again," Angie smiled.

"You seem very sure?"

"Twust me. I'm sure."

"You were going to tell me about her teaching you to kiss," I prompted her.

"I'll tell you... if you do something for me first," she said. She sounded a little nervous.

"Anything," I told her.

"Do that again for me?" she asked.

I smiled, and reached over her to grip the nipple again. "Not like that," she whispered, reaching up with her left hand to unfasten the buttons, one by one. I reached up to help her, but she slapped the back of my hand. "I have to do it," she insisted, frowning. I wondered if this might be some sort of ritual, so I just watched, stroking her tummy through the material as she unbuttoned the blouse, pulling it open carefully, bit by bit, to reveal more and more of her perfect, creamy flesh.

"Now you can nip it again," she whispered, "but don't undo the bwa... I have to do that." I leaned over her and took the plump nipple between my lips, tugging at it gently and producing the most delightful little moans from her, as I reached over with my right hand to fondle the other one through the coarse material of her sports bra. "Mmmm..." she moaned softly. "That feels so nice."

I nipped her gently, telling her, "This makes me feel a little sad."

"Why?"

"I was just thinking. We could have been doing this for the last 18 months."

She let out a soft, low pitched laugh. It wasn't at all like her usual laugh - it was more of a deep, dirty laugh, and for a moment it surprised me; almost shocked me in fact. "Well, don't waste your time talking now," she purred, as she unfastened the clasp between the cups on the front of the bra to let it slowly fall open, revealing for the first time a close-up view of the most perfect pair of breasts I had ever seen. They stood upright on top of her upturned chest, firm and erect like a pair of perfectly shaped, miniature snow-capped mountains, except the caps were more like caramel than snow, and looking easily as delicious as any confection you might find anywhere.

"My God Angie. You are so beautiful."

"No I'm not," she retorted almost angrily.

"You are to me. You don't seem to realise just how gorgeous you really are. That's the real reason the other girls give you such a hard time. They're all jealous of you. You are as near to perfect as any girl could be," I told her.

I stroked them gently, carefully, lovingly, watching her eyes close in pleasure as my caresses excited and thrilled her. I leaned forward to kiss one, licking it gently as my tongue caressed the nipple, tracing tiny circles around the areola, and marvelling at the beautiful sounds that she made in response. My free hand curled around the other, the fingers enfolding it like a loving shroud, cupping it and teasing it with my thumb, as my lips and my tongue tasted her sweet, delicate flesh.

"Bite it for me?" she moaned.

"I can't. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me. I know I can twust you now. Bite it for me... gently. I need it," she breathed.

I began to squeeze it between my lips, pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger, and she let out the most impassioned moan.

"I thought I heard something," I whispered, "maybe a floorboard creaking or something."

"That will be Ges. She's pwobably listening at the door. I wouldn't be surpwised if she's fwigging herself too. Don't take any notice. Just do this for me," she moaned. I have to admit I felt quite self-conscious about continuing, but I tried to put it to the back of my mind. We were safe in the privacy of Angie's room, and whatever was outside was really not my concern.

I slid my arm beneath her body and heaved her up to meet me as my mouth opened to engulf one beautiful ripe breast, It felt so firm and solid in my mouth, like the consistency of one of those gel inserts that some girls use to pad their bras, but this was all Angie, warm and delicious, and I couldn't help but suck on it really hard, which made her moan quite loudly.

"Shhh," I whispered, but she wouldn't be quiet. My free hand slid down over her beautiful flat tummy, caressing lovingly as it progressed downward, until halted by the tight waistband of her skirt. I was about to proceed across the outside of the garment, but she pushed my hand away, quickly unfastening the waist buckle and letting it fall open just enough for my fingers to advance, unabated.

The waistband of the panties was far easier to negotiate, and as Angie let out a faint gasp, my fingertips found the sticky, moist area that she had been mentally guiding me toward since that first time that she caught me watching her in the showers. She raised her knees, parting them slightly as she welcomed my touch, so soft and delicate.

Soon we were kissing again, as my two middle fingers began to reach into her, but this time there was an urgency that hadn't been present before. This time she gripped my head and she was trying to devour me; seemingly wanting to consume my very being. I thrust my fingers into her again and again and in reply she was literally gobbling at my mouth. I'd heard the expression 'Eating someone's face' before, but Angela appeared to be taking this quite literally. I remember thinking, 'I hope she's as enthusiastic as this if I get a turn to lie on my back.'

I pulled away for a few seconds, just to take in the pleasure on her face as I continued to frigg her, and she gripped my head and stared at me, wide eyed and panting. "Do it for me," she gasped, "Do it for me now. Please," she begged, "I can't stand it any longer. I want you so bad. I need it Macey. Give it to me."

How could I refuse anyone asking so nicely? I got up on my knees and shuffled down the bed a little way, heaving her skirt and panties off together as she raised her bottom to release them. I pulled them both off one side together as she raised her leg to pull it free, while leaving the skirt and panties hanging around the other shin as she parted her legs wide for me, and I gazed down at her tender, delectable beauty.

Her body looked almost virginal. I had noticed some of the girls at school had dark marks around their crotch, probably residual marks from the soreness after having repeatedly been shagged by any guy who would buy them a bottle of Coke, but not Angie. Angie was clean and pale and fresh looking. There were no visible labia as such, and no dark marks anywhere, just a soft, puffy, creamy coloured slit in a mound of young virginal flesh that pressed together to form a perfect camel-toe, even with her knees raised and parted.

Her almost insignificant traces of pubic hair were fine and soft too, easily as soft as that on her head; just the lightest covering of silky soft, mousey coloured down, glistening with tiny droplets of moisture that had seeped from her excited vulva and drenched her panties - and my fingers.

I raised my hand to my face to inhale her delicious aroma. Angie had a uniquely pungent scent; extremely rich and musky, a thick, intoxicating odour that seemed almost offensive, but was intensely arousing and highly addictive. Having once been exposed to it, I simply had to have more. I needed to get closer, to inhale and taste and consume. I just couldn't help myself - I had to have her.

She half sat, tearing her blouse and bra from her arms, in an urgent frenzy, such was her hurry to expose herself as completely as possible, while I laid myself between her thighs. At the back of my thoughts, I was mindful of the fact that I wanted to stimulate her, to excite her and tease her, to make her experience something to remember, but in stark contrast I was driven, almost blindly, by an urgent need to devour her.

I kissed her thigh close to her knee as my palm teased the smooth soft flesh around the top of her thigh, and she began to heave and lurch. "Don't tease me Macey. Give it to me," she groaned as my fingertips began to probe the slit between those sweet puffy lips, delighting in the free flowing juices, those rich, pungent juices that I too wanted so badly. "Pleeease baby," she moaned as I probed her gently.

She began to raise her crotch up as my fingers explored her, and my kisses came ever closer to that tender little spot that we both wanted my lips to find. I played with her clitoris, now finally peeping out from its damp, dark hiding place as she spread her legs as wide as she could, in an effort to inspire me to take her.

At last I could resist no longer. My lips closed on the hot, wet mound and she let out a cry of pleasure as my tongue began to stroke up and down the slit, flicking her sweet little clitty each time, and making her gasp and cry out. She felt so good inside my mouth and she tasted divine. Her juice was nothing short of delicious; a sort of sickly-sweet nectar that should have repulsed, but was instantly addictive. I couldn't get enough. I sucked gently at first, and each time I filled my mouth with her exquisite flavour, I swallowed. For ten minutes or more I lay there, hugging her thigh and sucking on her sweet young body, unable to resist sliding one free hand down between my own thighs to also afford myself some sweet stimulation.

As I looked up, she was rolling her ass around while squeezing her own breasts, lost in the pleasure that her body was providing us both, as my tongue searched ever deeper for more of that nectarous elixir that only she could supply. All she was doing was moaning softly now, while kneading her ripe young breasts and pushing her crotch up to meet me, to try to help me burrow further inside her, as I heaved her shin up between my own thighs, grinding against her obsessively.

"Faster, harder," she began to moan. "More baby. Give me more. I need more," she moaned softly, gasping and humping as her crotch began to grind against my lips and her breath became shorter. Very soon she was shuddering, her body writhing, the legs bending at the knees while parting and closing in response to the passion which was clearly taking control, until at last she let out a cry so loud that I feared her mother or sister must have heard.

She shook and jerked repeatedly, seemingly at random moments, as the orgasm took her, then began to subside, and she gradually calmed, her breathing slowing, becoming more regular and controlled and her body, that exquisite naked temple that I had worshiped for so long, returned once more to beautiful peace.

"Oh Macey," she sighed, "You have no idea how long I've waited to find someone who would do that for me."

I clambered up to lie beside her, still admiring the incomparable elegance of her lovely naked body as I whispered, "I'll do it for you every day if you like."

"I can't," she said, solemnly, as we kissed, and she lapped the residue of her own sweet nectar from my lips.

"Why?"

"I have to go to church on Sundays," she giggled.

"Well on Sundays..." I paused for effect, "you'll have to get the vicar to do it for you then."

"Oh! You're tewible!" she exclaimed, pushing me away, and we both laughed.

We lay there with our arms entwined around each other for several minutes, just relaxing, occasionally kissing gently, happy and warm and falling into carefree, adolescent love. Apart from her white cotton socks Angie was completely naked, whereas I was still fully dressed, but she didn't seem to mind. For all her bashful, retiring behaviour in the showers, she showed no sign of being shy about her body now.

I propped myself up on one elbow again, and smiled down at her, admiring her perfect form. "You really are beautiful," I told her, smiling as I rested my hand on one firm breast and began to squeeze it gently, flicking the nipple playfully with the tip of my index finger.

"Ooohh," she moaned. "Are you going to do me again?" she laughed softly.

"I'd love to," I whispered in her ear as I kissed her bare shoulder, "but I'm afraid I need to pee."

"Hurry back then," she sighed. "I'll keep it warm for you," and she slid one hand down between her thighs and began to play with herself while the other squeezed and kneaded first one firm young breast, then the other. As I left the room I glanced back to see her with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide, masturbating and fondling herself, thinking, 'Whatever happened to the shy, retiring girl who sits next to me in school?'

I quickly found my way to the loo, which was just a little way along the hall landing, back toward the stairs, and I remember thinking I was glad I didn't have to explain all the noises coming from Angie's room on the way there. No such luck on the way back though. When I came out, Geraldine was waiting by her bedroom door opposite the bathroom. She'd heard me go in and had come out to torment me.

Now, I don't generally like to make comparisons, but Geraldine was a very pretty girl, much prettier than Angie appeared to be at first sight, although Angie had a hidden beauty that no-one else could hold a candle to. Despite Ges being a bit younger than me, she was almost six inches taller and extremely well developed for her age.

She stood, propped against the door frame of her bedroom, with a sort of 'I know what you've been up to' smile on her face.

"Hello again," I greeted her.

"Hi," she said with a saucy smile.

"I hope you weren't getting into trouble over anything at tea time," I asked, obviously referring to her lascivious licking of the burger while we were eating.

She shrugged, saying, "Not really," as if it was no big deal.

"Well... bye then," I said, and started to walk back toward Angie's room.

"Oh... Don't go yet," she asked, almost whining.

"Why?" Did you want to talk about something?

She smiled. "I know what you're doing in there you know," she said quietly, fiddling with the buttons on her blouse.

"We're studying biology," I told her, as straight faced as I could.

"Yeah", she laughed. "I know." I just looked at her, cocking my head to one side. "Human biology," she added with a smirk.

"I'm sure I don't know 'what' you mean," I told her, trying against the odds not to give anything away.

She looked at me with a disbelieving expression. I remembered Angie saying that the floorboard creak we heard, was probably Ges listening outside the door, and I was beginning to think she might have been right.

I decided to throw caution aside and outright ask her. "Were you listening outside Angie's door?"

"No need," she smirked. "My room is next to hers. If I wanted to listen I could do it from my room," she smiled, knowingly. "Why? Have you got something to hide?" she giggled.

"Angie is helping me with my homework," I told her, trying to sound as innocent as I could, despite being able to feel myself begin to colour up.

"I could do with some help too," she said coyly, unfastening her top button.

"I... I really should be getting back," I told her.

"Hmmm... well... don't forget me," she said, smiling as she turned slightly, slinking sideways into her room.

"Are you two twins?" I asked, when I got back to find Angie still lying on the bed, but with a fleece cover over her.

"No, Ges is almost a year younger than me," she said, sitting up and holding the fleece over her wonderful firm breasts. "It's her birthday in a couple of weeks," she added. "I'm surpwised she didn't invite you to her party. She seems to like you."