Little Tish Ch. 02

We had been lying there facing each other on our sides and gently running our hands up and down each other's arms, sides and legs. Her flawless skin was silk; touching it made me close my eyes happily and sigh.

I was loving this but there was still something missing. I knew my breasts, especially my tingling nipples, were aching and driving me crazy. My naughty little puss was soaking wet and feeling so achy and empty that it almost hurt. I was rubbing and squeezing my thighs together and I could still feel my Little Girl's lips slipping against each other on my slippery juices. I couldn't help curling and uncurling my toes and my body was desperately hungry for something. I just had no idea what it could be.

"So, you were going to show me how you play with yourself—how to masturbate to help with all these maddening sexual desires going on in my body. Am I the only one here who's feeling them?"

"Oh no, Tish," she almost gasped with excitement, "my nipples are driving me crazy too and my Little Girl is soaking wet. I feel that empty ache down there too and it's driving me nuts.

"My parents would disown me if they ever thought I had these forbidden feelings. I used to think that the devil was inside me, torturing me into thinking naughty evil thoughts. But now I know the devil has nothing to do with it. I did my research and now I know I'm just an extremely horny teenager full to the brim with crazy hormones. And now, thank goodness, I can help myself when I need to.

"Okay my beautiful Billie, show me what to do. I'm going crazy here."

"Okay, this should be embarrassing I suppose because it's so personal and private, but with you I don't feel uncomfortable at all. Okay, lay on your back, lift your knees and spread your legs out to the side."

We scooted over a little go give ourselves room.

"I generally start by teasing myself, by softly caressing my sides, my tummy, my legs and the insides of my thighs. That makes my Little Girl start to tingle and twitch madly with anticipation. Go ahead, try it."

I slowly began stroking my skin, my arms and my legs and tummy. I also wiggled my toes against the sheets because my feet are so sensitive. Sure enough, my naughty little puss was dialing up the tingling in there, a lot.

"Next, touch your breasts lightly, gently circle around your nipples. Don't touch your nipples yet. Just try licking your fingers first and circling your nipples lightly—right on your areolas. It feels wonderful and will keep you from rubbing them raw. That always makes my nipples just beg for more attention."

She demonstrated this and I gave it a try. I don't know why I never thought to touch my breasts when my nipples were tingling but now it seemed like a damn good idea. Sure enough, the pent-up heat in my body was really starting to simmer and I found my self shivering and whimpering softly.

"Then," she whispered breathlessly, "when I can't hardly stand it any more, I touch my nipples. I gently pinch and pull and twist them. It always feels . . . mnuhhh . . . Ohh yummm . . . yesss . . . mmmm."

Breathing heavily now Billie whispered, "I can . . . always . . . feel . . . little jolts . . . of pleasure . . . mnuhh, rocket down . . . to . . . my . . . to my Little Girl. Oh . . . god! . . Tish . . . my . . . Little Girl . . . is . . . on fire now! Ugnnhh . . . I . . . can't keep . . . my . . . hands off . . . her . . . now. It's . . . time . . . for some . . . Ohhh yeaaahh! . . . MNUHHhhhh . . . yessssss . . . yesss . . . yesss!"

I could see her hand sliding down into her juicy little puss and found myself wishing the hand were mine. In my mind, I pictured my middle finger sliding down her wet, juicy little slit and then back up and down again and again and again until the soft, slick slushing sounds melted magically within her moans and soft, shuddering sighs.

"Ohhhh Fuuuck . . . god that . . . feels . . . so . . . good!" She groaned as she began rubbing her soft, loving fingers up and down along her soaked little slit.

God, I was so turned on! I could no longer deny myself and my hand slid down, my middle finger slid into my soaking wet slit and I grabbed myself - hard.

"Oooooohhhhyyyyyeeeeaaaaahh . . ." I whined through clenched teeth and ragged panting breaths. My legs snapped shut on my hand, effectively holding it in place where I needed it so bad. I just lay there, massaging my aching little pussy and blissfully going along for the ride. "God . . . Bi . . . Bi . . . Billie! . . . It feels . . . soooo . . . goooood . . . I can't . . . stand it! MnuhhhHH Yeaaahh."

I found myself starting to roll my hips around, chasing my finger, and writhing on the soft sheets. I was loving my first lesson and I enthusiastically continued trying to scratch away at that tingling itch that had been the bane of my existence for so long.

I have no idea how long we lay there in our own private state of ecstasy and bliss. We rubbed and rubbed and groaned and managed a strange sort of staccato communication that reflected the pleasure we were giving ourselves.

When I finally was able to ease up enough to glance over at Billie, she was leaning up on her elbow with a huge smile on her pretty face and happily licking her fingers clean. That sort of shocked me and sent another hot, tingling jolt through my dripping little sex, I guess because she smiled wickedly at me and said, "Try it. I love my taste. It makes me feel all warm and shaky inside."

By that time I realized that I had rubbed myself almost numb and so I stopped and slowly lifted my fingers up to my mouth and took a tentative lick. Actually, I tasted pretty good I thought, surprising myself a little.

We smiled at each other in tired happiness and slipped our arms around each other again, pulling ourselves into another loving warm hug. We kissed a little in tired, giddy pleasure and I found I could taste her in our kiss and she tasted delicious. With that, we finally drifted off to a blissful sleep.

I awoke in the morning to a very pleasant sensation between my legs. Billy was still half asleep and somehow her thigh had slipped between my legs and it was pressed up against my hot little puss that once again was dripping wet and throbbing. My leg also felt some wet pressure on it and I discovered that Billie was rubbing herself against my thigh as well.

We gradually woke up with each of us rubbing ourselves against the leg of our new bedmate. The feeling was delicious and we continued to stroke and caress each other's backsides with our arms and hands while our drenched pussies were scratching their respective itches. I couldn't help slipping my hand around behind her and grabbing her round little butt and squeezing it lovingly. She moaned her enjoyment and we both sighed in sensual delight.

"God . . . Billie, . . . what . . . a wonderful way . . . to . . . wake up." That statement was smothered with her soft lips and tongue meshing most pleasantly with mine.

We were oblivious to the world as we kissed lasciviously and fondled and rubbed each other to the point where I thought I would explode. Both of our upper thighs were soaked with our sweet juices and my little puss was again raging with a demanding heat when a soft knock came at the door.

"Time to wake up girls." Mom announced, "Breakfast is almost ready."

In an almost blind panic, we flew from each other's arms and I managed to sound almost normal when I shouted, "Okay, mom. We just need a quick shower and we'll be right down."

The room reeked of sex and so I quickly opened the windows as Billie made a most attractive naked beeline for the shower. I quickly joined her and we quite naturally wound up in a most enjoyable orgy of warm water, slippery soapy hands and soft, naked bodies.

Smiling guiltily, we finally exited the bathroom, threw on some clothes and went out to meet the world and, our new reality. We furtively smiled at each other all through breakfast in wicked delight.

At one point while mom was getting us more bacon and eggs, Billie smiled and silently mouthed, "We have to do that again huh?"

My radiant smile beamed my wholehearted agreement.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After a late breakfast and wonderful afternoon playing around in the pool with Jackie, it was time for me to take Billie back home. The fact that my Jackie was working overtime flirting with Billie, or "Beeje" as he calls her, didn't amuse me much but I did try to hide it.

On the way to take Billie home, the sexual tension in the car was still pretty high and getting more intense by the minute. We were content to be fairly quiet on the trip, just enjoying each other's company. My hand was resting on my thigh as we drove along.

I was enjoying the warm breeze and the sweet smell of orange blossoms flowing in through the open window when I felt Billie reach over and take my hand in hers. Just like the rest of her, her hand was very soft and smooth. Her touch was sweetly sensual as she began gently rubbing her thumb over mine, just softly caressing it with her own.

I had to smile as I realized that just the touch of her pretty little hand was starting to make me wet all over again. 'I wonder if she's feeling it too?' I wondered with a little smile.

As we road along, we started gently caressing each other's hands, fingers stroking lightly on palms, thumbs on the insides of wrists, fingernails lightly stroking up and down our inner forearms. We were, in effect, making love with our hands and I was finding it delightfully distracting.

I knew my panties were soaked again and I was starting to squirm around on the seat. A quick glance at Billie told me that I was not alone in these delicious feelings. She had her head laid back and her eyes were closed. Her nostrils were flared and she too was squirming and starting to breathe heavily.

"Billie," I asked softly, "how are you doing sweetie?" She looked like a goddess as her eyes caressed me from head to toe. Her loving eyes were glowing into me with a glazed, smoldering heat I found irresistible.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Billie gasped, "Jesus Tish, what is it about you that turns me on so much? Just holding hands with you makes me wet. I don't know what it would do to me if you were to kiss me right now. Just touching you anywhere makes me want to play with myself again."

And then, she slid her hand down to her aching puss and began squeezing it through her little blue shorts. 'If she were wearing a skirt,' I thought, 'she could just turn sideways and I could feast my eyes on her as she played with her scrumptious little pussy.' That delicious thought made me shiver with excitement.

But as we continued our hand play, I watched, as she couldn't seem to stop herself from squeezing and massaging her tingling Little Girl. As she quietly continued to stimulate herself through her pretty cotton shorts, I heard her gasp and suck air in noisily through her teeth and shiver.

"Ummmm," she moaned. "I think my bad Little Girl needs some more attention." And then, catching me squirming around on the seat, she added with a rather smug grin, "Looks like you are having much the same problems, huh?"

"Yeah, this is pretty amazing, isn't it?" I noted. "I wish we were back in bed and naked again, don't you?"

"Oh God yeah Tish, I really do. I just love your body; you turn me on so much. And I love kissing you - so much!" Billie whispered lustily with a shuddering breath as I pulled up to a stop sign. "And I'm just dying to kiss you, right now."

We were still petty much out in the countryside and, as there was no one within sight, I reached my arms out to her and, with a glazed eyed smile, I said, "Oh, please don't die Billie; I couldn't stand to lose you like that."

Billie melted into my arms and her kiss was wet, warm, sweet and very, very sexy. Her lips were so beautifully soft and sweet and luscious I just got lost in them. Our kissing was intense and, as our tongues danced and played, we began moaning with desire and squirming around in a vain attempt to increase our physical contact.

But we were in the front seat of the car and it felt awkward and uncomfortable to both of us. We were both obviously frustrated by our lack of comfort and ready access to each other.

So I was only mildly surprised to find my hand stealing up and taking her soft breast into the palm of my tiny hand. It was the first time we had really ever touched each other so intimately but it felt both natural and wonderful. Her breasts were firm and round and felt delicious. I loved them. As I gently squeezed their softness and gently pinched her pebble-hard little nipples, she moaned, arched her back and pushed herself more firmly into my hand. God but she felt so wonderful!

Billie groaned loudly as, whimpering sexily and gasping for air, she continued pushing her chest back against my hand. I just couldn't help myself when my fingers slid inside her blouse and found her hard, sweet nipple beneath her thin bra. I gently pinched and twisted it. She cried out with the new delicious sensation and the pure sexy pleasure of it.

"Oh God, Tish," she whimpered. "That feels so nice. Keep doing that okay? I love it when you are touching me!"

We were almost beside ourselves with delicious desire when I felt my own nipples tingling with delightful anticipation as Billie started feeling her way slowly for my own aching breasts. As always, I was braless and as I felt her soft hand slip under my tee shirt and slowly tease its way up the soft skin of my tummy, I could feel my already erect nipples growing even harder against the soft, teasing material of my shirt. My aching nipples almost seem to reach out in tingling hunger for her soft, little hand. My breasts were genuinely aching for her loving caress and I found myself trembling with anticipation for her soft, loving touch. We were happily lost in each other when we heard a horn honking angrily from behind us.

"Oh fuck!" we said in unison as we reluctantly pulled apart and I got the car moving again. Within seconds the other car flew by us with an old man behind the wheel yelling something and shaking his fist angrily.

We were flushed with excitement and embarrassment but we couldn't help bursting out with gales of laughter at the situation.

"Oh fuck," Billie said while trying to get her breath back. "We need to be more careful Tish. I didn't know him but we can't afford to let anyone catch us like that. My dad would kill me!"

And then, looking far more disturbed, she continued, "He would never let me see you again! Oh Tish, we just can't allow that to happen, okay? You mean too much to me to lose you like that."

The horn honking had shattered our intimate moment but we both knew there would be more. We drove along quietly for a while when I couldn't help but start giggling.

"Okay, What's so funny?" Billie said with a bemused grin.

"Oh, I was just thinking just how far this little angelic PK here," I said gesturing toward her, "has fallen in the past week or two." She only looked confused so I went on, "'Fuck? Fuck?' Seriously?" I asked chuckling. "Now is that any way for a sweet little PK to talk?"

Her eyes flew wide and she looked mildly shocked as she suddenly realized some of the words she had been using lately.

But then, after thinking about it for a while, she said with much false haughtiness, "Well that's just because you are such bad influence on me you naughty little girl." We both chuckled at that and then she concluded, "In my heart, I know I'm pure." This was followed by gales of laughter.

After a few quiet miles, Billie declared, "'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I think I'm growing to love that word; it's so useful. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck it!" We giggled and exchanged smiles and she went on, "I think I'm growing to love the word 'fuck' not so much as an expletive, although it can be quite useful and fun to use 'fuck' in that way as well, but as an act of sexual penetration."

As she said that, I sensed another jolt of sexual excitement shoot through both of our "naughty Little Girls". The idea of getting "fucked" made another little squirt of girl-cum drip from my puss and flow into my increasingly wet panties.

"Tell me, Tish," Billie continued, "So do you want to 'fuck' or to 'get fucked' by someone?"

The question caused us both the squeeze our thighs together a little harder.

"Yep, I do indeed," I replied "but frankly the thought of it scares me to death." I really didn't want to get into the issue of my weird feelings for my big brother and the concomitant issue of 3-headed babies.

"Well, I do too." Billie declared confidently. "But I have absolutely no idea about with whom I would like to lay my body down. But," she continued with a sly, embarrassed little smile, "maybe, at a later date, we could discuss the possibility of you lending me your hunky brother to help me out with that?"

I let the question hang without answering it because I was completely confused about my feelings about my big brother, about my wonderful new friend Billie, and about the possibility of the two them together and most likely leaving me behind. The thought was pretty scary to me, and more than a little sad. I was one confused girl.

I finally just decided to ignore her implied request and return to a former topic. "I'm horny Billie," I resumed, with an impish smile, "—really horny and it's all your fault."

It was clear she had something on her mind but she just decided to let it go for the time being and jumped back into the flow of my accusation.

"Oh yeah, Tish," she said with a frustrated but adorable little sigh, "my panties are soaked and I'm just sitting here desperately wishing I could be back in your wonderful bed, stark naked and spending some much needed 'together time' kissing you all over. Oh yeah, little one, it is fair to say I am horny - H.O.R.N.Y!" she said with a smile as she spelled it out.

I noticed with a warm glow simmering away between my legs that she had mentioned "kissing me all over" but decided to let it pass for now.

"I hate having to say goodbye to you," I said with a provocative little grin, "especially after you have gotten me so wound up. What are you going to do for the rest of the day?"

"Well," Billie answered with a naughty grin of her own, "I should have some time to myself this afternoon. Maybe I'll just head into my room for a little 'nap' and spend a little quality time petting my kitty. What about you?"

"Oh yeah," I replied rather breathlessly, "I think a short 'nap' will be in order when I get back home as well. If you have similar plans, it will be exciting imagining us doing it together; hey, maybe we could do it together while talking on the phone. That would be pretty hot, yeah?"

She smiled knowingly but then seemed to look off into the distance as if in thought.

"Are you okay, sweetie? Any regrets or second thoughts?" I asked quietly.

It looked like she had reached some sort of decision; she removed her hand from mine and looked at me with a serious expression.

"No, not really Tish," she replied. "I loved it. I loved being like that with you. But I don't want anything to ruin our new relationship. You're the first real friend I've ever had and I don't want to screw this up so I need to talk about a few concerns before they turn into real problems. Is that okay?"

With a sinking feeling I told her that it was but it was obvious she had been thinking about this for some time and so there was some real trepidation when she continued. "Tish," she began, "I gotta tell you something and I'm not sure how you're gonna take it."

Terrified that one of us was going to die or something, I asked worriedly, "Yeah?"

She started to tear up and then began haltingly, "It's about Jackie."