I stared at Natalie, trying not to look too guilty or let any facial movement give me away. But, really, how do I answer that question?
"So, want to tell me what happened?"
I certainly couldn't say "no."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, turning my head to break eye contact. I'm also fairly sure my face got a little flush.
After a moment, I looked back at Natalie, who was ever so slightly leaning toward me, still looking at me sideways, and I could see one eyebrow flick up, ever so slightly, then back down. This couldn't' be good for me.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"There are three reasons I know you're not telling the truth." She held up her fingers as she slowly walked back and forth in front of me. Either staring at me or looking upward.
Crap! This was Courtroom Natalie. She used to go into this when she had something on someone and wanted to draw it out. Last time she did it to me was that summer at Grandma's house where I broke her antique vase and tried to blame it on the dog.
"Firstly," she began in a confident tone, striding confidently, because, I have to say, she was very confident, "when I came in both you and Brianna had flush cheeks. You with your upper cheeks nice and pink and Brianna with a horizontal splash from her nose almost to her ear."
She stopped and looked at me for a response. I didn't have one so I blinked twice. Not in response, just because I had to blink.
"Secondly, you and Brianna both had hard nipples when I came in. Her, subtly under her thin sweater, and you, much more obviously, pushing against, and stretching out, MY tanktop!"
I looked down, and sure enough I was doing a hell of a job stretching out her tanktop. And, yes, my nipples were still hard. Maybe I enjoyed being yelled at? Jeez, it was getting hard to tell what I was into now.
I smiled and exhaled through my mouth with a little laugh. Trying to express the idea of "I think you're wrong" but really doing no such thing.
Natalie continued. Her pace became more strident as she walked in a semi circle around me.
"Thirdly, it doesn't take a keen eye to see that you have some wetness on your panties."
I craned my neck and moved my hips out to see and, as wet as I get, it was no surprise that there was more than a small spot of wetness on my panties.
"Ummm"
"And lastly, unless we're still in Mrs. Hill's English class, you don't wear bubblegum flavored lip gloss." Natalie paused here and walked up to me, placing her finger lightly on my lips. It was warm and soft and though I wasn't sure where this was going, part of me tingled.
I tried to compose myself.
"That was four." I managed to say, in an attempt to distract.
"Huh?"
"You said three reasons. That was four."
Natalie got even closer, her eyes narrowing, staring at me. Not blinking, which might have been the most unnerving thing.
"Nope." She said quietly, and quickly. "Not going to distract me."
Her whole face softened, her eyes became warm and she let a smile crawl across her lips as she pressed into me and gave me a soft, sensual, warm, wet kiss. It lasted for days and felt heavenly. I could feel her breath on me and her hands on my cheeks, holding my head in place. There was no sound other than the kiss and I let that sound surround me like a warm blanket. Then she backed up, looked at me as if gauging me. There was a hint of a smile on her face.
She then turned and stood in front of a chair.
"With this evidence, the prosecution rests."
She sat down, crossing her legs and intertwining her fingers, never for a moment breaking eye contact.
Despite myself, I smiled. It was a wonderful performance. She was brilliant and sexy as all hell as she let her smooth leg bounce lightly as she sat there.
I had to tell her everything. Well, except for the part where Brianna cupped my breast. I'm not sure why, but I didn't think that needed to be out there.
"So she couldn't kiss?" Natalie asked after I told her. Both of us sitting down now.
"Well, you remember kissing grandma?" I asked.
Natalie made a sour face, "With the tight lips and weird pressure?"
"Yup," I nodded, "that's the one. That's why guys didn't want to see her again. They were put off by it. As anyone would be."
Natalie stared off for a moment.
"I'm guessing you helped her, judging by the reaction I saw."
"She's a fast learner," I laughed, "she'll be a heartbreaker, if she figures it out."
Natalie pursed her lips and moved them around a bit, thinking. I could see the wheels turning.
"Not learning too fast, I hope," she said as she leaned forward and touched my hand. Her hand was warm and I definitely could feel the little ridges on her fingertips, including the tiny scar she got from cutting her finger at the cabin that one summer.
I stared into Natalie's eyes as she stood up and took my hand, silently guiding me to the bed. I was being led, and I absolutely loved it.
Next to the bed, Natalie kissed me again. A deep meaningful kiss. It was as if her entire essence was kissing me. Her hands once again on my face, caressing me. It was so light and tender and so unlike Natalie and yet so very arousing. She pushed me back onto the bed, somehow it seemed in slow motion. I wonder now if it was actually in sepia tone.
Natalie gave me a wicked little half smile, then grabbed the edges of my panties and pulled them slowly down my legs. I was getting goosebumps as she looked into my eyes while doing it.
She tossed the panties aside and began to undress.
Her skirt, white with side snaps, fell with a near silent splash at her feet, exposing lace panties with the same type of lattice work as the choker she was wearing. I could feel myself shaking just a little, but quite uncontrollably.
She removed her blouse with a swift and impressive movement. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I could see just how hard her nipples were atop those perfectly formed breasts of hers. Her chest moving impressively as she breathed deep.
As she lowered her panties, she did an exaggerated shimmy, moving her hips in a circular motion, just to tease me I suppose. It worked. I felt as if every square inch of my body was ready to explode.
Natalie crawled up the bed and up me, her arms just brushing against me as she moved up. First my thighs, then my side. I could feel her cool smooth calf sliding against the inside of my leg. I continued to tremble.
She was face to face with me, her eyes searching mine, looking deep into my body, my soul, my very being. THIS is love, I thought to myself. Totally and utterly giving myself to someone and having them know it to their core.
Natalie smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed me deeply as she lowered her body onto mine. I felt the weight of her and partly expected her body would just melt into mine. I could smell the jasmine of her perfume, the weird coconut shampoo and the slight tang of sweat. Intoxicating, every bit of it. Our lips met, parted, met again and separated as our tongues rolled and slid and caressed each other. I lost track of what my hands were doing, but was all too aware of what Natalie's were doing. They were everywhere at once. Teasing, caressing, kneading, pleasuring. I do remember my hand sliding down and cupping, then grabbing, her firm ass. She let out a small, yet unmistakable, sigh as I felt her ass cheek in all its glory.
Natalie's hand slid up my side and gently pulled and pinched my rock hard nipples through the tanktop.
"Nat, let me get this off," I breathed, trying to maneuver myself.
"No," Natalie replied quickly, "leave it on. It's your punishment." She giggled and began kissing and licking down the side of my neck, making the hair on my neck stand up and I felt a shudder surge through my body from my stomach outwards. My toes curling as her tongue licked downward to my cleavage. I could feel her teeth as she gave me little bites.
This
was a vampire I could accept.
She maneuvered her body between my legs, spreading them and pressing herself down onto me. I could feel her upper thigh on my pussy as I spread my legs wider. She pressed, and slid and her movements sent chills through my body each time she rubbed my clit just. . .the . . .right. . .way.
"Move up a little more on the bed honey." Nat said, giving me a few belly kisses as she got up. I could feel the saliva on my warm skin. I could feel it evaporating and creating an exquisite cool spot. I scooched up on the bed and laid on my back as Natalie fumbled over by the dresser. I saw one sock, then a second, tossed into the air and aside. With a sexy smile and a naughty countenance, Natalie turned and moved back to the bed. She moved with soft fluid motions, like a panther approaching her prey. A willing prey, in this case, but prey nonetheless.
She moved up slow and kissed my leg at intervals. I reached out for her, wanting to kiss her deeply, but she kept just out of easy reach and gave me a playful bit of a 'no no no' finger wag.
With a lithe quickness, she moved up and lifted my right leg up, sliding her left under it and her hips over mine. Oh, so her plan was to trib. Well, I was already soaked and I could see, in the brief glimpse I got of her neatly trimmed pussy, her juices had made her shiny and slick. My right leg rested along the left side of her chest and shoulder as she pressed herself down to me. I could feel it instantly. Her warmth, her weight, her body matching mine in excitement.
"Ooh, Nat. . ." I breathed out.
She didn't say a thing, but held my leg to her and kept an unflinching stare into my eyes and soul. She moved her hips tentatively at first, then with a slow undulating rhythm. It felt, for the first time ever, that she was as wet as I was. Thoughts of us flooding the loft flitted across my brain, then quickly left.
The only sounds were those of our bodies. Gasps carrying messages of desire, the sounds of our bodies slipping and sliding and the occasional stuttered moan connecting us in more than just the physical way.
I could feel my body heating up and it felt like there was not only pleasure, but heat radiating from my pussy as she moved her hips and slid her lips over mine. I could feel the jolts fly through me when she ran a hip movement over my clit. It felt that I was on fire. This felt better than any other time she had done this. I didn't even sense my orgasm was approaching so soon when it hit me. It was less of an earthquake than a roiling angry sea of pleasure, pulsing through me and dropping me down a hole of rapture. My vision got blurry and the heat intensified. I felt that Natalie and I were nothing but fuel for a conflagration of love.
"Nat . . .Nat. . .oh fuck. . .yes. . .fuck" I eeked out, reaching, grabbing, holding pulling Natalie to me. her entire body was moving in a wave, but faster now. I could feel the beads of sweat on my brow and neck beginning to drip deliciously down my skin. I could barely focus, but I definitely could see Natalie's eyes watching my every movement and how little grins punctuated her own stifled moans.
"Cum for me Alison," I heard Natalie say. No,
