A faint frown of concentration crossed Debbee's beautiful face as the eighteen-year-old carefully applied her lipstick, running the small, salmon-pink tipped tube across her full lips until they were bathed in moist colour. Pressing her sensuous lips briefly together, Debbee's slim fingers took the maroon lip pencil from the table before her and began to painstakingly outline her carefully painted lips, finally pouting with satisfaction at the pleasing reflection in her dressing table mirror.
Debbee scrutinized her face for any flaw in her fine, smooth skin, in her carefully applied eyeliner, in the subtle hint of near-flesh toned eye makeup, in her freshly painted lips, and finally stood up, satisfied. Her pretty face was perfect.
Debbee ran her slender hands down over her hourglass waist, smoothing the sheer material of her semi-transparent white blouse over her taut belly. The more solid white of Debbee's flimsy brassiere was clearly visible through her filmy blouse, the tiny cups barely containing her full, plump breasts.
Her pencil-slim fingers continued down over her curvy hips, the shapely lobes of Debbee's buttocks straining against the skin-tight lycra of her short, black miniskirt, the hem of which ended high up on Debbee's smooth, tanned thighs and left her sculpted legs bare all the way down to her mirror-polished black stilettos.
Debbee lifted her slender arms back up and slid her fingers deep into her rich, mahogany-coloured hair, stroking the sleek mane of loose waves into shape until it tumbled over her slim shoulders like a silken waterfall. Debbee smiled indulgently at her reflection in her dressing table mirror. She knew she looked stunning.
Perching daintily on the edge of her bedroom's single chair, Debbee uncapped the tiny bottle of deep carmine nail polish, and carefully drew the cap's brush over her long, manicured thumbnail several times until it shone with glossy lacquer. Repeating the process another nine times, Debbee finally recapped the bottle and gazed back at herself, her pretty brown eyes growing distant as she waited for her nails to dry, and her mind began to drift.
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Shortly after beginning sixth-form college Debbee had struck up a friendship with another girl in her year, Charlotte, who sat several of the same classes. It was generally accepted by the college's male students that Debbee and Charlotte were the two most beautiful girls in the whole place, and many a debate raged between those who preferred the blue eyed, bleach-blonde Charlotte and those who favoured the brown eyed, dark-haired Debbee. But it was generally either Debbee or Charlotte's fabulous bodies which centred in most of the young men's minds later in the evenings as their soap-filled hands gently tugged at the contours of their eager erections, Debbee or Charlotte's gorgeous faces their minds focussed on as they suddenly whimpered with exquisite relief and their semen hosed onto the tiled wall of their shower cubicles in long, hot squirts.
However, whilst both girls enhanced their naturally beautiful faces and superbly fit bodies with extensive personal grooming programs, and both loved to tantalisingly encourage the attentions of any man who approached within their orbit, one major difference separated them. Although Debbee was devastatingly sexy in both appearance and manner -- she had that kind of open, flirty self-confidence around men that, combined with her beauty, drove them crazy with desire for her -- at three months past her eighteenth birthday Debbee was still a virgin. By contrast, when presented with an appropriate suitor, Charlotte was prepared to go a lot further than just flirting.
A tall, handsome student had taken Charlotte's virginity on their fourth date when she was barely fifteen, and by the time both girls celebrated their eighteenth birthdays, just a few days apart from each other, Charlotte had had over a dozen lovers whilst Debbee had gone no further than several prolonged bouts of smooth French-kissing.
'Honestly, Debbee,' retorted Charlotte one Friday night shortly after they had both turned eighteen, as they prepared themselves for an evening at one of the town's nightclubs. 'You'll heal up if you don't have a boy in you soon.'
Debbee giggled, sliding a foot into one of her polished, white shoes. 'We'll see,' she replied, gazing across at Charlotte as the girl continued to brush her long, pale blonde hair until it shone like silk. 'I'm just choosy, I suppose.'
'Yeah,' sighed Charlotte, 'but there's choosy and there's impossible.' She put her hairbrush down, finally satisfied. 'Anyway, there will be loads of fabulous men there tonight, all desperate to pull us both. Come on.' Linking arms, the two gorgeous young girls went downstairs and left Charlotte's parents' house, teetering in their tight miniskirts and tall stilettos.
They never, ever bought their own drinks -- there was always a selection of young men willing to pay the price of two cocktails in order to enjoy the girls' company for a while. After a couple of hours of drinking, dancing and flirting, Debbee and Charlotte had finally chosen a pair of tall, dark-haired men in their early twenties to squire them for the rest of the evening. They smiled and flirted with their handsome suitors, the two girls presently separating as their new partners began to steer them away from each other and into a pair of boy-girl couples.
As the slow dances began, Charlotte allowed herself to sink luxuriantly into her new man-friend's waiting arms, smiling encouragingly up at him as he tentatively squeezed her firm, tightly sheathed buttocks, allowing her sensuous, painted lips to part invitingly just inches from his face. She pressed her hips lightly against his burgeoning erection, her eyes locking onto his, then snuggled against him as he leaned towards her and kissed her, gently slipping his tongue into her open mouth for the first time.
Later, Charlotte was leaning against the wall in a dark corner of the club, her carefully outlined eyes almost shut with contentment, her pretty face rapt as her new suitor's tongue explored the contours of her heavily scented ears. He was breathing hard with excitement, his hands eagerly stroking her curvy hips, and Charlotte already knew that she was going to let him fuck her. Her pretty head rolled to one side as her partner's questing lips began to slide over her neck, and through her barely open eyelids Charlotte spotted Debbee.
Her dark-haired friend was further along the same dimly-lit section of wall which Charlotte leaned against, the lack of lighting so obviously deliberate that it was known to everyone as the 'make-out corner'. Four or five couples stood between her and Debbee, all in various stages of foreplay, and at the very end Debbee and her new male friend were locked together in a complex embrace. Her pretty, brown eyes were closed, her lips parted, and the handsome young man was gently licking Debbee's sensuous, open lips before slipping his tongue unhurriedly between them for a few seconds of probing exploration, then pulling back to lick Debbee's soft, pouting lips again, then slithering his tongue all the way back into her mouth...
Charlotte smiled as she watched them, Debbee's slim fingers stroking her suitor's neck, her lithe body arching gently against him as his tongue disappeared between her sensuous, painted lips once more. Debbee's closed eyelids were fluttering with enjoyment. Go on, thought Charlotte. You know you want to.
Charlotte felt a hand slide into her rich, silken blonde hair and turn her pretty head back towards her own partner, and then she was sucking his slippery tongue deep into her mouth once more, her eyes sliding languidly shut at the sensation of him eagerly mapping her. Charlotte could feel herself becoming impatient now to leave the club with her new man as they began snogging gently once more, her breath beginning to quicken, her soft vulva glistening with anticipation beneath her flimsy panties. She and Debbee could compare notes on Saturday.
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'You mean you didn't go back with him?'
Debbee smiled, lowering her pretty eyes demurely from Charlotte's shocked face. 'I might call him,' she replied softly. 'He gave me his number.'
'I bet he did,' snorted Charlotte. 'Fuck, Debbee. It looked like you were ready to eat each other whole last night. I thought you'd been well and truly pulled.'
Debbee gazed up at her friend's pretty face. It was Saturday afternoon, and Charlotte still looked a wee bit tired. Within an hour of leaving the club, Debbee was contentedly asleep in her own bed, whilst Charlotte was slowly lowering her smooth, naked body onto her new boyfriend's throbbing erection, her sensuous, painted lips opening at the sensation as his purple dome parted the flower of her soft, wet vulva. As Debbee's fabulous body moved slightly in sleep on her cool sheets, Charlotte had whimpered with joy as her new man's strong hands closed over her slim hips and began to pull her down onto him again and again, slowly at first and then faster and faster... By the time the gorgeous young blonde had staggered unsteadily from his apartment into a waiting taxi, it was beginning to get light.
'Are you seeing him again?' asked Debbee after Charlotte had enthused in graphic detail about her prolonged sexual manipulation and gasping orgasms of a few hours earlier.
