"Okay, two months ago, I guess, we'd been seeing each other in our seminar group, and, sort of, hit it off, I did fancy him, I mean I knew I did, but, I thought, so what, he's... well... you know."
"He's very fanciable, yeah."
"I know, lots of girls, I've heard a few talking about him."
"And you..."
"What?"
"Had you fantasised about him? When you... used my dildo?"
"Well..., yes, actually, I did think of him, gosh. So naughty. Anyway, we were here, it was still quite early, but both of us were finished for the day-"
"-hold on, slow down a little, what did you think of? What had you fantasised?"
"Oh, nothing, I can't."
"You can."
"I... when I used your, you know, I imagined, I mean, I imagined him pushing me onto my knees, and I undid his trousers, pulled them down, his underwear, I... I kissed your dildo, and imagined it was Karl, I imagined... oh Sali, I thought of looking at his penis as it was released, so hard, already, hot, stiff, holding him, I imagined holding it, his hot hard penis, and taking it in my mouth, on my knees, I felt so dirty, this is what I did, in front of the mirror, another time, I knelt and sucked it, as I touched myself, looking, pretending."
"Laila, wow, I knew it, I knew you were a filthy one."
"I am aren't I. Sorry, it's bad isn't it."
"It's good, are you silly? It's wonderful, being filthy, anyway, carry on, in real life...?"
"I hadn't meant to invite him over, I hadn't planned it, we'd just walked together, and, we were here. I asked if he wanted coffee."
"Of course. Do you drink much coffee?"
"No. You know I don't, I had tea. He had, anyway. We were in the kitchen, our kitchen, at the table, kitchen and Karl was staring at me. I said "What?"
He said "Nothing."
But he was looking at me in a way I hadn't seen him do before, with something else in his eyes. I... I felt... turned on, I looked back at him, so, our eyes were locked, and suddenly I was so nervous, I mean, breathless. I said, I am so innocent I know, I asked "What is it?"
And he said, quietly: "I really want to kiss you."
He was still staring at me. My stomach tumbled, I was... I knew I was... god, I knew I was suddenly so damp. I head myself saying, looking at him:
"Are you gonna?"
He sat closer to me, next to me, and leant in, I barely moved, but I didn't back away, I wanted to kiss him, I was suddenly desperate for this. I knew it was, well, my parents, my background, his, this was so, I was so, his lips were almost, but not quite touching mine, I could feel his breath on me, on my lips, and then we touched, his lips touched mine, it was amazing, electric, breathless, I was trembling, his lips tasted amazing, soft, full, just, just slightly moist, and then I felt his tongue, touching my lips, I opened my mouth to him, and we kissed harder, I pushed my tongue onto his, oh god, I was holding back, but I was so turned on, absurdly so, with a kiss, I was kissing a guy, not a nice young Asian boy, this handsome sexy desirable white guy.
I moved closer to him, I felt my desire rising, a loss really, something missing, or replaced by something more physical. The thought drove my body, which caused the thought: I didn't need to stop, we might not stop, I could, I could. And, he touched me, Karl moved his hands from my arm, my leg, to my breasts, oh gosh, he was feeling my breasts, through my clothing, I felt his hand cup me there, hold me, stroke my breasts, and feel my nipple, I knew it was so stiff, I heard myself moaning, almost, knowing what he was doing, gently stroking his hands over my breasts. He pulled me closer, dragged my chair closer to his, and I felt his leg between mine, pushing my knees apart, pushing my dress up, away, over my legs, and, oh, Salima, he touched me there, he moved a hand down to my bare leg, my thigh, I felt his hand stroking, holding my naked thigh.
The thought kept coming back to me, filling me: I didn't have to stop him, we didn't have to stop, we might not stop. I did before, other boys, I had always stopped them, but I knew I didn't have to, I knew... I didn't want to. His touch was thrilling, I wanted more, suddenly I knew I'd let him do more, touch more of me. I wouldn't stop, my arousal blossomed within me as I let this thought erupt: I would let him do whatever he wanted.
I kissed him harder, and... and touched him, I moved my hand to his leg, and held him there, as he stroked my breast, my tight tender nipple, the bare skin of my leg. And up, oh Sali, he moved his hand along my thigh, until I felt him, I felt his finger against my... against my sex... and I knew, I mean, I was so hot for him, I knew he'd feel this, the heat of me, the warmth and wetness of my aching trembling pussy, I knew he'd know now, he'd know I was completely aroused. I wanted him to, it aroused me more, to know he'd know, for him to feel my woman's reaction, my body's, the physical proof of my desire, uncontrolled, oh god, it was so nice, he pushed harder, still so gentle really, but pressing the edge of his fingers against my... against the lips of my sex, I found my hand drifting up his leg, drawn up, I couldn't stop it, I slid my hand along his thigh, until I lifted it, knowing, I knew what I was doing, I held it over him, then, softly, god, placed it over his crotch."
"Oh Laila, oh god, you touched his cock, oh god, what did you think? What was it like?"
"Sali, he was, I mean, I felt his penis, I knew what I was doing, for the first time, I had my fingers on a boy's penis, it was so weird, he was, his penis was so hard, I realised, he was aroused, his penis was erect, I felt this hard bulging curved ridge, I touched him there, I opened my fingers and held it. And I felt myself become so wet, I knew he'd feel moisture through my knickers, I knew he would, this felt so dirty, so good, so pleasurable, I squeezed his penis, he felt huge, so hard, it was so hot and hard, and then he had both hands on my legs, and was pushing my skirts up. I realised, oh my god, this thought, I realised he wanted to... he wanted to... he was ready to have sex, with me, this was, he wanted to do this, so normal, so natural, he wanted to... he wanted to fuck me. I knew I wouldn't, I couldn't, and this thought let me carry on. I'd stop, I knew I'd stop, so I didn't have to stop, not quite yet.
But we stopped kissing, he pulled back, and looked down, we both did, he had lifted my dress over my legs, we could both see my long dark legs, he kept pushing, lifting my skirt, exposing me, like no-one had before, no boy had seen this much of me. I looked at his crotch, at the large bulge of his aroused penis. We kissed again, fell into each other, I didn't care what he thought of me, at this moment, I didn't care if all he wanted was a quick fuck with some little Asian slut, I just wanted this feeling to carry on, the pleasure was unreal to me, like nothing I'd felt before, like, I don't know, a drug, my entire body was tingling, like... like when you're exhausted sometimes, completely tired, nearly asleep, we kissed, harder, our tongues were touching, stroking, I held his hard cock harder, and felt his hands pushing my skirt up, completely exposing my legs, and my crotch. He looked again, we looked, at the bunched black material now around my waist, and the white cotton material that was all that shielded his gaze from my sex. And he saw, I could see, I could taste myself, the thick sweet scent of my pussy, and we could both make out a large wide shadowy patch of wetness in the gusset of my panties.
Slowly, deliberately, he touched me there, I saw him extend his forefinger and touch this large damp spot where my underwear was sticking to my wet pussy. He touched, I gasped, he pushed his finger directly onto my vagina, my virgin genitals. I stroked him, my eyes were closing, I wanted him to touch more of me, he ran his finger along the thick moist seam of my labia, as my hand froze, I couldn't move I was so aroused, I could feel his penis throb, I could feel him getting harder, and then, oh Sali, both of his hands were holding the top of my knickers, and he started to pull them down.
Oh god, I let him, I let him take my knickers off, I let a boy pull down my panties, my skirt pushed up, my legs bare, his hands on me, he pulled, and I let him, he tugged at the sides, they started to slide away from my hips, over my waist, we were kissing, I was gripping his penis through his trousers, but I wanted to see him strip me, I looked, I watched him easing the thin white cotton away from my dark skin, I could already see the peak of my pubic hair sprouting above the waistband of my knickers, I was suddenly worried he'd think I was too hairy down there, I am, god, my pubic hair is so thick, I've never done anything too it, he pulled, the sides came down, then the middle, I could see my thick dark hair coming into view, he was staring straight at me, down, between my legs, as he pulled, and pulled, I lifted my bum, without thinking, encouraging him, more, god, and my knickers were no longer hiding my woman's parts, the gusset stuck to my wet skin, then sprang away, he pulled and my knickers peeled away from my genitals, he kept pulling them along my legs, down, over my knees, taking them completely off, he pushed them to my ankles, and... and I lifted my feet, one at a time, so he could pull them away from my legs, god, I lifted my bare leg for him, just, sort of, spreading them as I did, knowing, I was naked there, I was naked from the waist down, lifting my leg for him.
He picked up my knickers, breaking our kiss, and placed them on the table by the side of us, lay them there, I looked, we both did, at the long dark stripe of wetness at the centre of the crotch part.
And he looked down, I suppose my legs were tight together, I looked, god, I looked at my exposed legs, for the first time, I was showing some of my bare body to a boy, my eyes travelled along my long thighs, to the top, to the dark protruding nest of my pubic hair. I looked at him looking, his eyes, his gaze was like the most intimate physical examination, then his hands were stroking my bare skin again, gently, god, so softly, along my thighs, up, down, up, and I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair, he touched me there, I felt him touch the thick humid flattened thatch of dark hair covering my pubis, just, just above my sex, his touch sent these huge waves of trembling sensation through me, I kissed him again, I pulled his mouth back to mine, his tongue, his sweet soft lips, and he pushed his hands between my thighs, still together, he slid one hand between the tight closed skin of my legs. And... and I moved my legs apart for him.
I knew what I was doing, but it was still like my body was making decisions for me, my desire, my arousal, my pussy was demanding I carry on, I don't stop. I didn't stop. I kissed him, breathlessly, and felt his hands slide along the tender skin of my inner thighs, I pushed my legs apart for him, oh god, he was going to touch me, touch my... my..."
