I had lived in my house for three years already. A boring life on a boring block in the boring suburbs. At thirty years old my only outlet was total tone and aerobics classes. I worked hard on keeping myself trim and my tummy taut. I hoped people noticed.
The house next door was to become a rental for college students. I was concerned it would become a party pad but my fears were unfounded. A shy, pretty college freshman moved in. I went over to introduce myself.
Susan was eighteen years old and beginning her studies in criminal law. She stood about five feet, six inches, and was of slim build. Her long red hair framed a pretty face with gorgeous blue eyes. I invited her for dinner.
We talked about school, her major, and her hometown. Eventually, the subject of boyfriends came up. Susan confessed that she didn’t have a lot of experience with guys.
“With your looks, you could have any guy you want. Look at you. Nice figure, pretty face, lush hair. You could model.” Susan blushed.
“Guys. It’s so tough to find a good one. The proverbial needle in a haystack.”
“I agree,” I sympathized.
To ease Susan’s loneliness, I would invite her for dinner a few nights a week. After dinner, we would look at her coursework.
“Keep your grades up,” I counseled. “Show them you’re more than just a pretty face. Let’s make the Dean’s List.”
~~~
I was dating a guy who treated me right but we weren’t that serious. I’d stay at his place on Saturday night and come home Sunday evening. That left Friday evenings free. So I’d invite Susan over to hang out on Friday nights. Just girl movies and girl talk. We enjoyed each other’s company.
One Friday evening I was showing Susan some of my dresses. I took one out of the bedroom closet and held it up.
“That’s beautiful.”
“Try it on,” I suggested. Susan changed in my bedroom bathroom and came out wearing the dress. She was the picture of beauty. The fit of the dress suggested a generous bosom without being showy. It also enhanced her flat tummy.
“Look how beautiful! That dress is perfect on you. Come to the mirror.” I took her hand and led her. Susan admired herself, spinning around once.
“How do you like it?”
“It makes me feel pretty.”
“You are pretty. You’re a sight to behold. I’ll try one on, too.”
I shed my jeans and top in front of her. After all the work I put into my figure I wanted to show it off. I slipped into one of my sexier dresses.
“Zip me up, Susan,” I said, holding my hair up.
I slipped into my sexy heels and spun around once, the dress fluttering in my twirl. “How do I look?”
“You look great,” Susan admired, eyeing me up and down. I enjoyed her ogling me.
“I have bras that I wear with these dresses. I’ll show you.” I retrieved them from the dresser.
“I don’t economize on bras. I buy the expensive ones at the specialty store. I prefer push-up bras They enhance my form,” I explained. “Unzip me.” Susan did and I dropped the dress to my waist.
“Here, look at me from the front.” Susan stared at my boobs. “Now sideways,” I said, turning to profile. “Got it?”
I removed my bra and let my boobs spill out. Susan’s face went red. “Don’t be embarrassed. They’re just boobs,” I said as I slipped on a push-up bra. I did a quarter turn to show Susan my profile.
“Look at the lift I get. It makes such a difference. Both men and women notice. The men stare and the women get jealous.” A knowing smile formed on Susan’s face as she gave a slight nod.
“What size are you, Susan?”
She hesitated before answering. “I’m a thirty-six D,” she said, blushing.
“So am I. This bra will fit you perfectly! You have to try it on.”
I removed the push-up bra and stood before her. “Turn around,” I said as I put the bra in her hand. Carefully unzipping her dress and lowering it, I unclipped her. I turned her around and removed her bra. Her young breasts emerged in their beauty. Susan’s face turned beet red.
“You’re gorgeous!” I gushed as I marveled at her perfectly round boobs topped by generous, healthy nipples. “Don’t be embarrassed, be proud of these,” I assured her. “They’re the envy of every woman, myself included.”
“You think so?” she asked, her voice unsteady.
“I know so. Here, feel mine.” I took her hands in mine and placed them on my boobs. Her hands went totally limp.
“Lift them, squeeze them,” I instructed as I dropped my hands and thrust my chest out. Susan obeyed and lifted me as she gave me a squeeze. My cleavage became prominent and my nipples hardened.
“So what do you think?”
“They’re nice,” she said indifferently.
“Thank you! But yours are better.” I took her lavish tits in my hands and lifted them.
“Yours are not only better, they’re perfect,” I explained. “Soft with such supple skin,” I observed.
I held her boobs as I remarked that well-endowed women go further in life if they use their assets to their advantage. Susan listened, her tits in my hands.
“And look at these nipples,” I said as I pressed my thumbs on them. “So impeccable, so hard,” I observed, letting her know I was aware she was enjoying this.
“Let’s get you into this bra now.” I took the push-up from her and held it out. Susan slipped her arms through the straps and turned around. I fastened the clips and she spun back around.
“Look at you! A new Susan. So sexy.”
Susan smiled as she looked down at her enhanced bust and conspicuous cleavage. “It does help,” she admitted.
“Come,” I said as I led her back to the mirror.
Susan stared at herself, turning sideways a few times. “I want some of these bras,” she decided.
“Keep that one for now and wear it when you come to visit.” I offered. “Your boobs are too beautiful not to enhance.”
“Thank you,” she said in agreement.
~~~
So began my relationship with this eighteen-year-old beauty. We became more comfortable with each other and began sharing information of a more personal nature. Susan was curious about my experience with men. I was reticent.
“Good times, bad times.” You know I’ve had my share.
Susan informed me she hadn’t so much as kissed a guy for months.
“You haven’t kissed a guy in so long? You have to do it soon or you’ll get out of practice.”
“But I don’t have a guy to kiss.”
“Show me how you kiss,” I said.
I took Susan in my arms. “Imagine I’m a cute guy. I bring my face to yours.” Her pretty face was an inch from mine. “I kiss you.” I put my lips on hers and gently kissed her. “Now kiss me back.”
Susan hesitated, but did. She was awkward at first but the more we kissed, the better she became.
“You’re a great kisser,” I complimented. “I’m going to keep you on your game by practicing with you,” I informed her.
And we did. When Susan came to visit she expected a kiss. I wouldn’t allow her to leave without exchanging a warm hug and a tender kiss.
~~~
At our next Friday dress modeling session, I produced a gift I had bought for Susan. I had it wrapped in a box with a beautiful pink bow. Susan opened the box and her eyes lit up.
“They’re gorgeous,” she gushed. “Matching bras and panties. I love the colors!” I had gotten red, black, and pink.
“Try them on.” Susan excused herself and proceeded to my bathroom.
Here was the test: If Susan emerged fully clothed, then I’d know she wanted no more than kissing. But if she emerged modeling her gift, she was mine.
Susan spent some minutes trying on her sexy gifts. I could hear her movements; she seemed to be dressing and undressing. I was sure she’d come out fully dressed. Oh well. I had tried. I must have been delusional to think an eighteen-year-old beauty would be interested in me. The door finally opened and Susan appeared.
There stood the goddess Venus herself. Susan sported her push-up bra, her lacy panties, and nothing else. My mouth dropped open. I eyed her up and down from the tips of her toenails to the top of her head. Susan had delicate feet, long legs, curvy hips, a generous bust, and a gorgeous face framed by her lush red hair. Her cute smile displayed her delight.
“So what do you think?”
“They fit perfectly,” I stammered.
Susan pirouetted. “How do they look from behind?”
“Perfect.” I was still speechless. She turned around to face me, her cute smile still on display.
“Thank you so much! They’re exactly what I wanted.” She embraced me and kissed me.
I had planned for this moment in the unlikely event it would occur. But luck was smiling on me.
“I have the same set,” I stuttered, still stunned. “I’m wearing them.” Standing in front of Susan, I stripped down to my panties. I adjusted the elastic, pulling this way and that.
I collected myself and found some sense. “Let me adjust yours, too,” I said and I knelt before her. My face was inches from Susan’s mound as I toyed with her panties. In a slow, sexy move I pulled her toward me by her curvy hips and kissed her mound. Susan didn’t flinch. I kissed again, this time lowering her panties to peek at her pubic hair.
Susan nudged her pelvis forward ever so slightly. I exposed more of her mound and, pulling her by her ass, I kissed again. Her scent wafted into my nose. Suspecting that this was Susan’s first time with a woman, I wanted to make it special. I stood and embraced Susan and led her to my bed.
I had Susan lay on her tummy. I took out some lavender massage oil and gently massaged her. Susan let out some contented sighs.
I continued rubbing her back. Her eyes were partially closed and her breathing slowed. I unclipped her bra and the straps fell away. I continued my massage as Susan sighed and exhaled. I skipped over her behind and progressed down each of her legs. Susan had smooth, uncalloused feet with a nice arch. She exhaled some contented moans as I massaged her instep.
“Ooh,” she breathed.
I massaged her feet a while longer, then gently placed them down. I moved my hands to her waist.
“Turn over, Susan,” I whispered, encouraging her with a slight twist.
Susan turned onto her back. Her bra fell away and I began massaging her flat tummy. I skipped over her breasts and worked on her shoulders. I picked up each of her arms and traveled down to her hands, massaging each one, interlocking our fingers as I did. Working back up her arms, I
refocused on her shoulders and upper chest. I dripped more lavender oil onto my hands and lightly rubbed them together. I reached down and took both of Susan’s breasts in my hands.
Susan softly cooed as I squeezed her ample boobs together and massaged the oil into her smooth skin. Susan’s gorgeous nipples appeared as two smiling eyes. I gave each a kiss. Susan sighed.
I manipulated and enjoyed Susan’s breasts at my leisure and then released them, allowing them to return to their natural position.
Moving back to her tummy, I lingered for a while and then progressed further south. I massaged the inside of her thighs and then moved around to her hips. I put my fingers inside the elastic of her panties, tugged slightly, and then paused. She hesitated and then slowly lifted her cute behind an inch.
I carefully pulled her panties off. I had Susan naked.
Lying on my bed, Susan was the quintessence of youthful femininity. Her red hair splayed across my pillow. She had graceful shoulders and generous breasts. Her flat tummy merged into her mons veneris. Her pubic hair was a beautiful copper color.
I placed my hands back on her hips and tummy, and then lightly skimmed across her mound. I slid my thumbs down to the sides of her opening and massaged. Her supple vagina stretched and contracted with my caresses.
Slowly spreading Susan’s legs, I positioned myself between them and lowered my face into her groin.
I inspected her vagina up close.
Her elegant flower glistened with dew. Her labia majora were the color of bronze and her labia minora were a healthy pink. Pulling her open, I rubbed my fingers on her smooth lips. Susan had a soft, feminine scent and I luxuriated in her redolence. Her graceful vagina invited my love. It was an invitation I couldn’t resist. I sprinkled loving kisses between her parted lips. Susan cooed at my tenderness.
I treated Susan’s kitty like hallowed ground, adoring and worshiping at her altar of love. After dozens of kisses I inserted my tongue slowly but deeply, and then dragged it unhurriedly up her slot. I repeated this treatment several times, increasing pressure as I did. I then pulled back on her hood and took her clitoris out to play. It emerged like the rising sun.
I kissed Susan’s clit and flicked it with my stiffened tongue. More soft coos ensued. I entertained her for some time, rubbing my lips and tongue on her swollen nub, careful not to bring her to orgasm yet. Her tight little opening begged for my finger.
Probing her vagina first with one finger, then with two, I stretched and manipulated her. After sufficiently expanding her tunnel I withdrew and wiped her wetness on each of her nipples. I worked my fingers back into her and this time, upon withdrawing, put them in her mouth. Susan suckled contentedly. I repeated this indecency several times; violating her and then making her lick her juices off my fingers.
Taking Susan’s hand in mine, I led her to her wetness. I made her finger herself and held her hand in place, then pulled it out and took it in my mouth. Next, I pushed in two of her fingers and made her hold them there.
I pulled her fingers out and then put them in her mouth. I continued making her finger herself and then putting those fingers in her mouth. She savored her taste contentedly. I then inserted her index finger inside her and held it in. I inserted my index finger as well and we rubbed our fingers together inside her. I found her G-spot and with my other hand, I tickled her clitoris.
Her crescendo came suddenly; Susan gripped the sheets and her pelvis lifted off the bed. She exhaled deeply through clenched teeth. I kept her in her throes for a while, with her loudly whimpering the whole time. I finally let her down.
I buried my tongue in Susan’s vagina, holding her open as she calmed, carefully avoiding her sensitive clitoris as I planted the gentlest of kisses between her parted lips.
“That’s so gentle, Diana,” Susan sighed.
Once her breathing returned to normal I lightly rubbed the tip of my tongue on her clitoris and gave it a gentle kiss. I lay down next to Susan and hugged and kissed her. She was totally spent from her furious orgasm, but kissed back tenderly. We held each other in the afterglow.
“Let’s do that again, Diana.”
“We will, Susan. And soon.”
~~~
At Susan’s next Friday visit, I had her wear my sexiest dress. I was going to teach her how to please me tonight and wanted her looking her best when she did. She was stunning in her push-up bra and a pair of my sexy high heels. I stood before Susan and ogled her as I stripped to my panties. I kissed her and then slowly peeled my panties off. I was naked.
Susan’s eyes went straight to my shaved vagina. She was staring.
I played the ingenue. “I keep her shaved,” I explained in feigned embarrassment. “Do you like it?” I asked, pulling my lips apart, allowing my wetness to show.
“You’re beautiful,” Susan replied, still mesmerized at the sight of my bald pussy.
“Thank you!” I said with a kiss.
“Here, touch her,” I said as I guided Susan’s delicate hand to my smoothie.
Susan’s hand was limp.
“Don’t be afraid. She doesn’t bite.” I pressed Susan’s hand into my wet lips.
I took her hand and led her to the sofa. Susan was still fully dressed looking like a model; I wore nary a stitch. I sat on the sofa with my legs opened wide.
“Sit down in front of me and I’ll show you how I shave.” Susan hiked up her dress and sat on the floor. I scooted forward placing my vagina off the edge of the cushion and gave a mock demonstration.
“I shaved just before you got here. See how smooth she is?” I guided Susan’s hand.
“Sorry for the wetness,” I offered. “I can’t control her; she has a mind of her own.”
“That’s alright,” Susan stammered.
“Do you like her?” I inquired.
“She looks nice shaved,” Susan responded, never taking her eyes from my pussy.
Susan explored with her fingers. She moved to a kneeling position and gradually moved closer. Her pretty face was inches from my vagina. I tousled her beautiful hair as she familiarized herself with my womanhood. She knew what she wanted to do, but then fear would stop her. I wasn’t going to allow her to get away.
I placed my hand on the back of Susan’s head and with one deft motion I pulled her in. Her lips careened into my wet vagina.
Susan’s face expressed horror. She tried to break free but I held her fast. She squirmed and shrieked, her words muffled by my wet lips. Susan struggled, but I wrapped my legs around her and crossed my feet to keep her face tight to my vagina. She began to cry but I gave her no sympathy; I would hold her in place until I got what I wanted. When she finally concluded she was trapped she surrendered. I relaxed my grip, allowing her an inch of retreat.
“That’s better. Give me a kiss.” Susan obeyed and pecked my wet lips.
“That’s a good start. Now a real kiss.” Susan looked in my eyes and realized I meant business. She turned her piercing blue eyes to my waiting vagina and moved in. She kissed me deeply.
“Very nice! You know how to treat a lady,” I complimented. Susan offered a cautious smile. With this encouragement, Susan stayed in place and kissed me again. I released my hold and resumed playing with her long hair.
Being seated stark naked in front of this eighteen-year-old beauty queen in a sexy dress and push-up bra, kneeling in front of me and kissing my vagina, caused a loss of self-control. My orgasm came quickly, with me pulling Susan back in and holding her tight.
I finally calmed and lay down on the couch. I pulled Susan on top of me. Her gorgeous red hair tumbled down onto my face. My scent was on her breath.
“I’ve never finished so intensely before. You really know how to treat a lady, Susan,” I cooed as I wiped my orgasm off her lips with my index finger and inserted it into her mouth. Susan suckled.
“I’m going to keep you,” I informed her.
~~~
And keep her I did. I had initiated Susan in the art of pleasing a woman. She was now ready for my next plan.
The next Friday I made an easy dinner for Susan and me. We finished eating, cleared the table, and finished the dishes. After some passionate kissing I undressed Susan to her panties. Susan had the body of a swimsuit model.
I freed a large space on the kitchen island next to the sink and laid out a plush bath towel.
“What’s the towel for?”
“I’ll show you in a minute. First, sit up on the island,” I said. Leaning back against the counter, Susan placed her hands behind her. Her boobs bounced with her slight jump, and she situated herself on the edge, sitting on the towel. I took her tits in hand and gave her a kiss.
“What’s this all about?”
“I’m going to shave you, Susan.”
Her face remained frozen for just a moment, and then a devilish smile formed on her lips.
“Wait here. I’ll get my Venus.”
I returned with my shaving equipment, a clean washcloth, and a pillow for her head.
“Now turn and lay back. I want your vagina over the sink.”
“Oh, I get it.” Susan situated herself with her long legs spanning the sink. She wiggled her butt into position, ensuring she was situated properly.
I tugged at the elastic of her panties and she lifted her butt to accommodate me. I gently pulled them off.
“Now let’s get you smooth,” I said, running my fingers through her hair and across her lips. I lathered up some soap and bathed her hair. After a soothing warm water rinse with the faucet sprayer, I massaged in the shaving cream. I carefully drew my Venus across her mound, leaving a hairless trail in its wake. I soon had her mound smooth.
“Open your legs wider.” Susan complied by lifting her feet in the air with knees bent and spread wide, allowing me uninhibited access. Her vagina yawned open.
I took her hand in mine and led her to her lips. “Pull your left lip all the way to the right,” I instructed. “It will help me get you smoother.” Susan did as I directed. I shaved inward from her thigh to her slit; that direction results in a smoother shave.
“Now pull your right lip to the left,” I instructed. Susan complied as best she could; she was dripping wet. These instructions were for training purposes; I intended to keep Susan shaved and wanted her to automatically accommodate me when I did.
“I know. They’re slippery. Use two hands and do the best you can,” I said. I shaved her right side.
“Open a little bit wider, Susan. I want to touch up.” Wetness oozed from her opening.
I rinsed Susan with a warm water spray, and then soaked the washcloth with hot water, folded it in half, and lightly pressed it between her legs. The warm moisture soaked in as I held it in place. I lifted it off, revealing her tight vagina completely shorn of hair.
“Keep your legs wide. I want to see if I missed a spot.”
I inspected my work close up, fondling her mound and labia searching for imperfections. I pulled each of her slippery lips side to side and examined my handiwork. She was as smooth as silk.
I helped Susan sit up and we kissed. Susan eyed her new look, touching herself and marveling at her baldness.
“She’s beautiful,” I said. “Do you like her?”
“She looks more feminine without hair,” Susan observed. “I love it,” she added, still admiring and rubbing her smoothness.
“I knew you would. She’s been a good girl. Let’s give her a reward.” I helped Susan to her feet and took my shy, naked, shaved beauty by the hand and led her to my lair. She sat on the bed, still touching herself as I undressed in front of her, putting on a show as I did. I laid her on her back and, skipping the preliminaries, went right to the scene of my labor.
Susan’s shaved vagina was truly a work of art. She was dripping wet and I toyed with her slipperiness. I then put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back and into the air.
“Pull yourself open for me, Susan,” I ordered. She obeyed and pulled her vagina open.
I planted the gentlest of kisses between her lips, all the while cooing that she had a soft, pleasant taste. I then inserted my tongue deeply and dragged it up her slit, savoring her honey.
“Show me your clitoris, Susan,” I instructed. I had some decadent plans for this girl and I wanted her to get used to obeying me in bed.
Susan pulled back on her hood. Her swollen white clitoris emerged.
Ever so lightly, I flicked it with my tongue. I planted a few light kisses on it and then sharpened my focus, increasing intensity with my tongue.
Between the shaving and my oral attention, it didn’t take long. Susan experienced an orgasm of epic proportions. Exhaling through her teeth and gripping the sheets for dear life, she moaned and writhed in her throes.
When she finally calmed I held and kissed Susan, all the while praising her sexiness. Then I moved up and, sitting on my heels, sat on her pretty face. Without any prompting from me Susan began kissing my vagina. I rose up on one foot and situated myself.
“Hold still,” I instructed. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and rubbed myself on her face, slathering her from chin to forehead. I made her turn to the right and left so I could get her cheeks as well. I was marking my territory.
“So pretty,” I exclaimed. I gave her a kiss and sat back on her face. Susan buried her tongue and proceeded to please me. I reached around and, snaring her legs, pulled them into the air. Holding her by her feet for balance, I rode her pretty face with passion. I looked back and saw she was masturbating furiously. I released one leg, pushed her hand out of the way, and took over. I violated her with impunity and then administered some light pats between her parted pussy lips. Releasing Susan’s other leg, I pulled back on my hood and exposed my clitoris. Susan attempted to kiss it but I was already there rubbing myself. We soon shared simultaneous orgasms.
~~~
As we hugged in the afterglow I asked Susan which aspect of our lovemaking she liked best.
“All of it. I loved being shaved. When you made me pull myself open for you and then made me show you my clit I got so wet. When you sat on my face I almost came right then and there.”
“You liked me sitting on your face?”
“I loved it. Then you rubbed your pussy all over my face. That was so sexy.”
She continued. “I loved that little pussy spanking you gave me. Then you masturbated in my face. I had no idea how sexy it is to have another woman do that.”
She continued. “I like the way you take control,” she revealed with a shy smile. Between the facial and my prodigious orgasm, her face was a beautiful mess.
“You have a submissive side,” I concluded.
“I guess I do.”
“We’re going to explore that submissive side of yours,” I promised.
