Mary took in the sight of herself with her dark, wavy hair and smoky eyes, lips lightly colored, and the tight dress accentuating her curves. She had curves. They weren’t the full, womanly curves like Stacy’s, but they were there, and they weren’t the curves of an immature little girl. Stacy turned her to the side, and she saw the little swell of her bottom, like a little rounded hill beneath the clingy dress.
“That’s so sexy,” Stacy whispered in her ear, her hands trailing lightly over her belly, slipping down to the hem of the short dress, toying with it as Mary watched in the mirror. “Did I do good?”
Mary nodded. She couldn’t have been happier. The small girl turned around and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you!” She said, “Thank you so much!”
Stacy could hear the choked beginning of a sob in her voice, and quickly pulled away, leading her back to the couch. She broke open another wine cooler for Mary, and could already see in her eyes that she was feeling the first two. She played with Mary’s new curls, her hand resting lightly on her bare leg.
“Ready for the next lesson?” She asked, and Mary nodded eagerly.
“Confidence,” Stacy said, “will come with experience. Guys and girls like confidence. You’re afraid, baby.”
She saw Mary’s face fall, and she looked away.
“It’s ok to be afraid. You don’t have experience. There’s so many things that are new and scary, right? It’s ok to tell me.”
Mary nodded, and Stacy slid her hand a little further up her leg, just under the hem of the dress.
“Do you like the way I touch you, baby?” Stacy asked and edged closer.
Mary nodded.
“Say it out loud,” Stacy instructed.
“I… I like the way you touch me.”
“It’s so different from when a man touches you, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Men can be really scary. Do you think I’m scary?”
Mary shook her head and said, “No. Not like… like that way.” She didn’t know how to phrase it.
“It’s because I don’t want to make myself feel good,” Stacy said kindly. “I want to make you feel good. It’s easy to let me touch you, right?”
“Yes.” Mary agreed, her voice hoarse.
“Do you want me to touch you some more?”
Mary nodded. Stacy’s hand slipped under her dress and brushed lightly against her panties, feeling the heat of her pussy through them. Mary parted her legs. Stacy leaned in closer and kissed her lips, pressing softly, tentative, and Mary responded in kind. Stacy kissed her like the girls in the picture, removed her hand from her dress, and placed it behind her neck, where she gently toyed with her hair. Mary trembled with a mix of arousal and fear, excited by the feelings, but terrified that she wasn’t doing something right. Stacy tilted her head back and kissed her neck, flicking along it with her tongue, until her lips were right up against her ear.
“I want to make love to you, baby. Will you let me make you feel good?”
Mary moaned out loud. God, she’d never felt so excited about being touched by another person. This was so much better than with her boyfriend! She didn’t have that nagging feeling of pressure, the way she did when Trevor kissed her or touched her. With Stacy, it just felt like she could melt into her. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t feel so afraid of that big, angry penis waiting to bury itself inside of her.
Stacy took her hand and led her to one of the bedrooms. She could still hear the soft jazz playing through the stereo, and her entire head felt warm and cozy, like sitting in front of a fireplace on a cold winter day with a good book. Stacy took her into her arms and gently caressed her body. Her mouth sought Mary’s, and her kisses were tender, filled with passion but gentle, like she was a fragile toy that might break if handled too roughly. It was just what Mary wanted. The dress slipped over her head, and she stood naked, but for her new panties in Stacy’s arms. Soon, those were gone, too. Stacy peeled off her own top and wiggled out of her shorts, kicking them aside.
Mary panted with anticipation as Stacy gently pushed her onto the bed. The older girl got to her knees and parted Mary’s legs. Her hands slid up Mary’s legs as she put her mouth to her pussy, and showed her what a real orgasm was all about.
Chapter 11: Lending a Hand
Stacy stumbled in late, a bit tipsy. Mary had been quiet, basking in the afterglow of their sapphic lovemaking, and utterly under Stacy’s spell. It had been a good night, and Stacy felt sure that thoughts of taking a boy’s penis inside of her were the last thing on Mary’s mind. She was going to be craving pussy for a long time to come. Trevor would, naturally, be heart-broken when he eventually learned that his girlfriend had decided she was a lesbian, but that was all part of the plan.
She found Trevor on the couch in the living room, texting with Mary.
“Hey, Trev.” She said and flopped down next to him.
“Hey! I hear you guys had quite the day,” He said happily. “I don’t know what you did, but Mary can’t stop talking about you. And I saw the pics! Holy shit! You really did a number on her!”
Stacy smiled and thought, you have no idea. Aloud she said, “Thank you. That girl really has something sexy hidden under that old second-hand church garbage.”
Trevor nodded, ecstatic.
“Man, I can’t wait to see it for real! Do you think she’ll let me, you know, show her what I, um, learned the other day?” he asked in a whisper.
Stacy’s lips were a thin line as she said, “Trev, about that. We did some talking today.”
She saw the look of fright on his face and rested her hand gently on his shoulder. “Oh, don’t look so glum. Look, I know that you’re super eager to get into your girlfriend’s pants, but let me just tell you to please take it slow, ok? She’s scared, too. Like, terrified. And she should be.”
“Well, I don’t want her to be scared. What can I do?” He asked desperately.
“Trev, Mary is a little tiny thing,” Stacy said, “and you’re a BIG boy,” She added, resting her other hand on his cock.
Trevor gasped. Stacy continued, “like, really big. If you aren’t careful, you’re going to break her. I know it’s tough having this big, hard thing that’s always telling you to hurry and take care of it.”
Trevor flushed.
“But,” she went on, “if you don’t want to be the guy that’s pushing the dick on her, then blowing your load and falling asleep, you need to get some control.”
“Wh… what do you mean?”
Trevor was eager to hear his sister’s advice, again, especially where it concerned his ability to feel a warm pussy around his stiffening penis. Stacy’s hand still rested lightly on it, fingers idly caressing it and making it grow.
Stacy lowered her voice to a seductive whisper and inched closer, until she was whispering in his ear, “You remember when I had my hand wrapped around your cock the other day, and you came really fast?”
Trevor nodded, his throat dry. Stacy continued stroking his penis with her nails.
“Think of how Mary is going to feel if you finally do get to put this big dick into her, and then you cum in her little pussy. Do you think she’s going to feel excited about doing it again?”
“I…I guess not…” he admitted, but it was hard to think with Stacy’s nails raking over his stiff penis.