Hes Teen Shes Wet For Him Pt 01

Story character ages:

[All characters in this story are over 18 years old]

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He's Teen and She's Naughty Wet For Him

- Pt. 01

Can she get his blessing to romantically + naughtily masturbate for him.

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Organic-Self-Sufficiency-Paradise

— erotic romance

Javond is nineteen and the Javond stories tell of the many different happenings that take place with his craftsgirls at his organic-self-sufficiency-paradise. At this location, serenely isolated and remote mountains encircle a sun-soaked meadow, and here, everything for organic-self-sufficiency living comes from nature's local resources.

Including hand-built adobe dwellings, and crafted essentials such as plant-wax candles, paper, herbal birth-control, glass windows, and metal making.

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Chapter One

With the mid-morning sun behind her, thirty-seven-year-old Petilia involuntarily paused on the wildflower path of Javond's organic-self-sufficiency-paradise. Paused, she stared longingly at the hand-built adobe meeting-room. "Oh, Javond," was her murmured cry as she stood with her legs shaking.

Nervous as Petilia felt, she was also excited. Just a few more steps and she'd be there. "Oh, Javond," she once more cried, pleased that her legs were again moving her forward. A little sigh of relief floated from her mouth as she solemnly and desperately knocked on the hewn front door of the adobe meeting-room.

Like all the adobe structures at Javond's organic-self-sufficiency-paradise, the adobe meeting-room was hand-built by him with the help of his craftsgirls. The adobe structures had thick walls made of earthy-yellow clay, which gave them a look of durability. And they melded serenely with the wildflower meadow surroundings.

Petilia found nineteen-year-old Javond to be an amazing inspiration for his organic-self-sufficiency-paradise ways, and she also loved the many unique opportunities he offered his craftsgirls. It was to hopefully get his blessing, after having built up her courage enough to ask him, that she could participate in one of these fantastical opportunities. And so she was making a visit to his meeting-organiser Dorette.

Dorette was a sweet eighteen-year-old who was at the adobe meeting-room for a short time every second day, and she organised all the visit requests by craftsgirls wishing to see Javond. The response to Petilia's knocking was the sweet and lulling teen voice of Dorette. "Come in, you're welcome."

Petilia felt a swirl of embarrassment wash over her as she acknowledged that she'd probably have to tell teen Dorette the reason she was requesting a meeting with Javond. With her embarrassment continuing to increase, Petilia slowly opened the hewn door enough to peek into the adobe room.

Sitting at the hewn desk and looking bubbly was Doreen. She had her long, blonde hair falling naturally around her face and shoulders. Having looked up, her light-blue eyes showed her joy in being Javond's meeting-organiser girl.

Dorette gave Petilia a smile, and Petilia shyly smiled back. Petilia felt awkward just peeking through the partially opened doorway, but she didn't know if she could talk to Dorette about why she wanted to request a meeting with Javond.

Dorette was so young, and Petilia felt very naughty with the request she had for teen Javond. But as Petilia gazed into the adobe room, where, if she organised it, she could make her naughty request to Javond, her pussy helplessly and romantically gushed juices into her crafted panties for him.

As her pussy gushed, Petilia managed to just find her voice, it was small and shy. "I'd like to request a meeting with Javond."

"Sure," Dorette replied in a happy bubbling tone.

With her hand tightly gripping the edge of the hewn door, Petilia knew it was time to fully open it. It was time to make her request to visit teen Javond. Petilia thought of all her wet-pussy nights, of all her aching-pussy nights, of how she felt that she was falling in love with teen Javond. She thought about the request she had for Javond, it wasn't as though it was an unacceptable request, any of Javond's craftsgirls could make the same request.

It was just that with their age difference of Javond's nineteen years to her thirty-seven, Petilia couldn't help feeling naughty about it. But it was a request allowed by teen Javond at his organic-self-sufficiency-paradise. Petilia felt like she had no choice, she had to make her request, even if she felt naughty about doing so.

Acknowledging the need of her pussy, Petilia slowly and determinedly pushed open the hewn door, and began taking the few steps towards the crafted chair where she would sit in front of the hewn desk and in front teen Dorette.

Taking little, quiet footsteps, Petilia silently whispered, 'Oh, Javond, I love you.'

Looking at the second hewn door which was to the side of Dorette, Petilia thought that it must be where, if it happened, her meeting with Javond would take place. She felt juices sweetly bathing her pussylips with every step, and her footsteps seemed to be loudly echoing in her ears. Ohhh, how she wanted to be in Javond's meeting-room making her request.

While Petilia had never been in Javond's meeting-room, she'd heard from other craftsgirls who'd been in it, that with it being on a knoll, there were wonderful views through the crafted windows of his organic-self-sufficiency-paradise. She thought it was a beautiful place to make her naughty request about her pussy to handsome and amazing teen Javond.

In her hushed silence, Petilia sat demurely on the crafted chair in front of the bubbly Dorette. Dorette, sweetly smiling, opened the handcrafted journal in a purposeful way, and then looked up at Petilia. "Your name's, Petilia, isn't it?"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Petilia realised that her naughty request to teen Javond was all going to be recorded. "Yes," she answered.

Dorette's smile continued. "I've often seen you around, and I admire the crafting you do with your crafted frocks. I love your embroidering." Dorette's eyes moved over Petilia's crafted pastel-blue, summer frock. "It's nice to finally talk with you," she added.

Petilia felt flustered by Dorette's admiration of her crafting abilities, what would she think after hearing that Petilia had a naughty request to ask of Javond? Again, Petilia reminded herself, that although naughty, it was a request allowed and even encouraged by Javond.

Giving Dorette the most confident smile she could, Petilia found herself feeling very motherly towards Dorette. "It's nice to meet you too," she replied, moving her hand out across the hewn desk in a gesture of friendship.

Dorette, hoping she could build a friendship with Petilia, didn't hesitate to hold her hand. And as they held hands for a few moments, Dorette felt sure that she could have a lovely friendship with Petilia.

When they released hands, Dorette looked back at the crafted journal, held her crafted reed-ink-pen ready and softly asked, "Please tell me your reason for wanting a meeting with Javond?"

Petilia felt the silence grow and grow as Dorette waited for her reply. The silence surrounded Petilia, and in the silence, her middle finger ached to be in her aching pussy. Perspiration formed on Petilia's forehead. She thought of Javond and how inspiring he was about his organic-self-sufficiency life, and about how helplessly wet he made her.

Petilia hoped that Dorette wouldn't think her request for Javond too naughty. Petilia's voice as she replied was tiny. Was she really speaking? But the juices gushing from her pussy were real. "I would like to request a meeting with Javond so I could ask for his blessings to masturbate for him."

"Ohhh," Dorette whispered, her crafted reed-ink-pen still poised, her eyes showing a moment's surprise, but mostly envy.

Tears slid down Petilia's cheeks, and she also made a whispered comment. "I'm desperate."

Suddenly, Dorette was all action. The crafted reed-ink-pen moved in purposeful strokes across the crafted paper. "Javond shall like hearing that your pussy's desperate to masturbate for him. Actually, it's a requirement for him to give his blessings."

Petilia felt close to fainting, the details about her desperate need to masturbate for teen Javond were all being recorded by teen Dorette. But Petilia did feel relieved that Dorette didn't seem less friendly after hearing the naughty request Petilia wanted to ask of Javond.

Dorette paused in her writing and looked at Petilia. "I'm envious of you, Petilia. My mother said I can't make that request of Javond until I'm nineteen. She says that waiting shall mature my orgasms for him."

It was a surprise for Petilia to hear that Dorette felt envious, and Petilia's motherly feelings again came to the forefront. "Dorette, It's taken me quite some time to build my confidence to ask for this meeting with Javond, and while I do acknowledge feeling naughty, I also feel pleased to have found the confidence to make the request to him."

Petilia found herself giving Dorette a motherly smile. With Dorette eighteen, Petilia found it easy to feel motherly for her. "So what I'm trying to say is that while waiting to masturbate for Javond, yes, it can be difficult, but I don't think it hurts, and well, perhaps your mother has a valid point."

Dorette's light-blue eyes went wide with hope as she looked at Petilia. "Oh, it's so helpful to hear you say that. I love my mother, but I'm not comfortable talking to her about this topic, so it's nice to feel that I can talk with you about it."

"I'm happy for you to talk with me about your waiting to masturbate for Javond."

"Thank you, thank you," Dorette emotionally replied.

For a few moments, Dorette didn't say anything more, but she felt comfortable with Petilia and she found her words just popping out. "Yes, it is difficult for me to wait… My pussy gets really wet, so it's helpful to hear your thoughts about waiting."

Once more, Petilia offered her hand to Dorette and was pleased to feel Dorette's hand join with hers. "I've been really wet too. I still am."

Gushingly, Dorette added, "I love Javond."

Petilia's motherly mode towards Dorette had her saying things that she hadn't ever thought she would, but she wanted to offer Dorette support. So Petilia found herself responding, "I'm in love with Javond too."

Enjoying their new friendship, Petilia and Dorette squeezed each other's hands.

"Dorette, I'm happy to support you while you wait to make your request to masturbate for Javond, and you can talk to me whenever you want about how wet your pussy is for him."

"Again, thank you," Dorette replied. She smiled and added, "Well, I better get all your details so I can organise your visit."

"Okay… I suppose it's going to be difficult for you if Javond gives me his blessings to masturbate for him?"

"No more than normal, but I shall be happy for you."

"That's nice of you."

The two craftsgirls released hands, Dorette's bubbly smile returned, and she was back to being Javond's meeting-organiser girl. Dorette blushed as she spoke. "You do realise that in making your masturbation request to Javond, you are also asking him to guide your masturbations for him and to do so, he would be naughty touching you?"

Petilia swallowed another lump that came to her throat and demurely replied in a small, soft voice. "Yes, I do realise that." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And I find myself looking forward to it."

"So would I," Dorette agreed with a giggle. "There's more I need to tell you."

"Okay," Petilia replied, wondering if this visit was really happening.

"If Javond gives you his blessings, which I'm sure he shall, he would visit you at times to see how your masturbations for him are going, and he would play in your crafted panties and probably orgasm you."

Embarrassment had Petilia joining Dorette in blushing, and for several moments Petilia couldn't couldn't speak. Her legs involuntarily spread as she imagined teen Javond romantically playing in her crafted panties. Then, with her eyes dilated and her pussy gushing, she demurely replied, "I would be thrilled by Javond's visits and… I…" her voice once more a whisper, "I… I would love that he play in my crafted panties."

"And I would too," Dorette again agreed with enthusiasm, while smiling at Petilia. To help organise her thoughts, Dorette looked at the crafted journal. "I… I need to get some more details about you to give to Javond for the meeting you have requested with him."

"Alright."

"Well, the first question you've already answered. That you're aroused for Javond and wet for him."

Petilia's voice was once more very small and soft. "Yes," she replied while watching Dorette record the details in the crafted journal about her pussy being wet for Javond.

"Okay, and I need to tell Javond about your… ah, about your nipples."

"O-k-a-y," Petilia responded, her voice high and breaking.

"So… I… I'm going to need you to show me your nipples."

Petilia wordlessly nodded. Her feelings of being naughty returned that teen Dorette was going to see how peaked her nipples were for teen Javond. Petilia slowly put her fingertips to her crafted frock top and slid it down to reveal her bosoms, then waited shyly for the details about her nipples, peaked for Javond, to be recorded in the crafted journal.

With Dorette's eyes in recording mode, she moved her gaze to Petilia's tits. "Oh, they're lovely and peaked for Javond, he's going to love your peaked tits." Dorette's voice became wistful. "Oh, how I look forward to when I can show Javond my peaked tits."

Once more, Petilia felt motherly towards Dorette. "It's good to have our tits peaked for Javond," she supportively said.

"Yes, it does feel good," Dorette responded, letting her gaze remain on Petilia's tits for a few more moments, before adding, "I'm so glad we can talk like this." Dipping the crafted reed-ink-pen into the crafted pottery jar of crafted ink, she began to record the details of how peaked Petilia's tits were for Javond.

With her creamy tits still out, Petilia, in motherly support, leaned forward over the hewn table and watched Dorette. "Some day soon, you shall record the details in the crafted journal of your own tits peaked for Javond."

Dorette gave a small smile. "Oh, I look forward to that day."

Petilia returned the smile and slipped her tits back into her crafted frock. More and more, she was liking being motherly supportive to Dorette.

"I've, arr… got to get some more details to give to Javond for when I organise your visit."

"Yes, of course. You're doing a wonderful job as Javond's meeting-organiser girl."

"Thank you," Dorette replied, and with her voice becoming quieter, continued, "I need to record the details of… arr… of your crafted pantiecrotch and how wet it is for Javond."

"Ohhh, I wasn't expecting that," Petilia said in a high-pitched, surprised voice. Embarrassment once more coming to her, but after a few moments, she added in a whisper, "But I'm glad he wants to know."

Dorette once more giggled. Petilia was feeling like her second craftsgirl mother, the craftsgirl mother she could easily talk to about their pussys and tits, and crafted pantiecrotches. "Yes, I would be glad too."

Still feeling embarrassed, Petilia turned a half circle, bent forward, raised her crafted frock onto her back and revealed her crafted pantiecrotch to Dorette.

"That's nice and wet… and your crafted panties are very sexy. Javond likes crafted sexy panties on the pussys of his craftsgirls."

"Well, okay, I shall make sure to wear a crafted pair of sexy panties if I get to have a visit with Javond."

"Oh, I'm sure that you shall have a visit with him, and you should also know that it is best to wear a crafted skirt."

"Thank you, Dorette."

"You're welcome… Now the last thing is… well… I have to record the details about how wet your pussy is for Javond. Do you mind if I… if I lower your crafted panties off your pussy?"

The embarrassment silence returned. But Petilia needed to have a visit with Javond, needed to make her naughty request to him, needed to put her finger in her aching pussy, needed to orgasm for him. Petilia's voice returned to being tiny as she gave her reply. "Okay."

Dorette's hands were shaking, and though she was quickly building a good friendship with Petilia, she still felt nervous about lowering Petilia's crafted panties off her pussy. But Dorette was Javond's meeting-organiser girl and she had to record the details of Petilia's pussy for Javond.

Slowly, Dorette lowered Petilia's crafted panties to reveal her pussy dripping for Javond. "Petilia, your pussy looks highly excited for Javond and is very, very juicy for him."

"Yes, I am highly excited thinking about having a meeting with Javond."

Petilia heard the crafted reed-ink-pen moving across the crafted paper. Teen Dorette was recording how wet Petilia's pussy was for teen Javond. But even though Petilia was feeling embarrassed, she also still felt motherly towards Dorette.

With her pussy dripping for Javond, Petilia motherly said, "It's beautiful to be wet and dripping for Javond."

"Yes, it is," Dorette enthusiastically agreed.

The crafted reed-ink-pen went silent, and then Petilia heard it being placed on the hewn desk. It was done. The details of how wet her pussy was for teen Javond had been recorded.

"I can put your crafted panties back on your pussy," Dorette softly said.

"Okay. Thank you."

When Petilia was seated again, Dorette's eyes went to the crafted journal. "Would you like a meeting with Javond tomorrow, mid-afternoon?"

"Oh, I would love that," Petilia elated.

Glancing at the hewn door next to her, Dorette softly said, "The adobe meeting-room is a lovely place to have your meeting with Javond."

"Yes, I've heard that from other craftsgirls."

Dorette stood. "Javond likes me to be present for the meeting. I hope you're okay with that?"

Petilia stood too and found herself motherly smiling at Dorette. "Yes, I am. I want to support your waiting time until you can make your request to Javond to masturbate for him, so I think it's nice that you're going to be there when I make my request to Javond to masturbate my pussy for him, to orgasm for him."

Happy-tears filled Dorette's light-blue eyes. "That's sweet of you. I'm so glad that I can have your support while I wait to masturbate for Javond."

Dorette made her way around the hewn desk to stand by Petilia and was pleased when Petilia hugged her. Dorette hugged Petilia back and their new friendship continued.

Petilia giggled. "Both our pussys are dripping for Javond."

Dorette giggled back. "Yes."

Petilia felt her motherly feelings for Dorette coming more and more. "If Javond gives me his blessings to masturbate for him, would it help with your waiting to masturbate for him if… would you like to, um…"

Dorette's voice was exuberant. "Could I come and watch you have your first masturbation for Javond?"

Blushing, Petilia replied, "Yes, if you would like to. If it would help."

"Oh, Petilia, I would love to. It would be very helpful with my waiting to masturbate for Javond."

Petilia gave Dorette a motherly cheek-kiss. "Okay, then. Would you like to come for a sleepover, and you could also watch…" Petilia's voice faded to embarrassed silence.

"I could watch you have your first morning masturbation for Javond?"

Petilia nodded with a smile.

"Yes, Petilia, I really think watching you masturbate for Javond is going to be so helpful for me while I wait to masturbate for him. Thank you. Thank you."