An Erotic Fairy Tale, Part 1

"I have to go," I mumbled, trying to rush past the half-naked young woman. But she moved to stand in front of me, her tits almost against my torso as the floral scent of her perfume filled my nostrils

"No, you don't," she grinned.

"You're laughing at me."

"I'm not. I'm laughing at the surprise of this, and at my excitement."

"Your excitement?"

"Yeah, my excitement. I mean, I'm guessing it's not just that you never saw a girl's tits before, right? You're probably a, um..."

"...virgin," I supplied, the heat rushing back through my body and lodging in my cheeks, which must have been scarlet by that point.

"So, you've never seen a pussy in real life either, right?"

"Uh, no," I admitted.

The blonde chewed on her plump bottom lip for a second or two, then she grabbed the costume and shimmied it down her hips until it fell free to the floor and Tink stood in front of me, completely naked. She was close enough to me that all I could see of her pussy was the mound above it, which was covered with a layer of neatly trimmed blonde fuzz. But that view was all I needed for my half-erection to become full despite my shame. A musky, heady scent that made its way through her floral perfume also played its part in my growing arousal.

"You like?" she whispered, and I thought I heard a hint of something that might've been uncertainty in her voice.

"God yes," I nodded.

"Well, you can touch, you know," she said, a slight tremor in her voice. And with that, the reason for her uncertainty hit me. She wanted me to touch her and didn't know why I wasn't doing so. Licking my lips, I reached up and grasped one breast in each hand. They were softer yet firmer than I'd expected—softer on the surface, the flesh squeezing between my grasping fingers, and firmer inside. But the density underneath her softness was nowhere near as hard as her nipples pushing against my palms.

Easing up on her left breast, I moved my fingers to her nipple, lightly pinching it as the pink nub grew in both length and circumference, going from the size of a regular eraser to the size of the ones on those big pencils kids use when they're first learning to write. At the same time, her areola darkened in color and crinkled up to the size of a half-dollar. Leaving her nipple, my finger traced around the now dark pink skin surrounding it, delighting in the contrast between hardened ridges and smooth flesh.

"You can be rougher," Tink said, and I became aware that her breathing, like my own, had grown both faster and shallower. "I won't break."

"What do you mean?" I asked, having some idea but not really sure.

"Don't play that 'affirmative consent' bullshit with me, Tave," the blonde chided me.

"I'm not," I told her. "I've only ever seen this in porn."

"You've never played with a girl's tits under her shirt or anything?" Tink asked, and her surprised tone threatened to bring my shame back.

"Over the shirt only," I told her, and I was sure my face had again reddened.

"Okay, no problem. Try this. Pinch my nub and pull it. Yeah, like that. Now hold it. Hold it. Hold it and... let go!"

When I released her nipple, Tink closed her eyes and moaned. I did it again with the same results. On the third attempt, a shiver ran through her body when I let go.

"Now, with your teeth," the young woman told me, and I lowered my mouth to her breast.

"Wait, lick and suck first. God yes. Suck harder. Yes. Oh yes. Now your teeth. Pull. Fuck!"

I released her left boob, which I had been lightly squeezing while playing with her other one, and moved my mouth to it, licking and sucking, then pulling the nipple with my teeth. While I did so, I took hold of her right breast.

"You can twist it while you squeeze," TInk suggested, and I did so, eliciting the loudest moan yet when I released both her right boob from my hand and her left nipple from my teeth at the same time.

"You ever feel a girl's pussy before?" she asked, moving my right hand down so that my fingers rested on the golden down on her pubis.

"Only through her pants," I groaned, anticipating what it would feel like to touch her most private flesh.

"Poor Tave," the girl cooed in my ear. "I can't wait until your fingers are up inside me."

With those words, she guided my fingers lower. The first thing I felt was a warm wetness, then folds of puffy flesh. Tink pressed her chest up against me, gasped, shuddered, and maneuvered my fingers even lower.

"Push there," she groaned, and I did as I was told. Before I knew it, two fingers were all the way inside of her, and I could feel the moist heat of her vagina clinging to them. "Now, move them in and out. Yeah, like that. Oh yeah."

The blonde's mouth met mine and her tongue forced its way into my mouth. Other than a few kisses on the cheek in the weeks since we'd met, we'd never kissed. And that I'd kissed her breasts—sucked and nibbled her nipples even—and had my fingers up inside her pussy before we'd shared our first real kiss should've been astounding. But somehow, with Tink, it made sense. I pushed my tongue back at her and increased the tempo of my thrusting fingers.

"Shit, yeah," she moaned, grasping my upper arms. "Now, move your thumb up. Find the little nub protruding from the top of my pussy lips."

"You mean your clit?"

"Yeah, that's it," Tink moaned, and I might've been unsure if she was agreeing with me on what she wanted me to find or whether I'd found it had she not dug her nails into my triceps while her body shuddered.

"Press on it and move your thumb in small circles...oh yeah... oh yeah... yeah... yeah... oh, just like that... yeah..."

"Are you going to come?" I asked her as she again shuddered against me.

"Fuck yes," the girl gasped, her face flush and covered with a sheen of perspiration, lips open, eyes closed. I leaned down to renew our kiss, but at the same time, she pressed her lips to my neck and her body stiffened against mine. A series of muffled 'yeahs' and 'oh yeahs' vibrated against my skin while her pussy tightened spasmodically around my fingers. I was sure that one of my fantasies about sexy Tink had just come true—I'd seen her face when she came, or in this case, right before she came.

TO BE CONTINUED...