Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
“Lizzie…?”
“Shh,” she said. “Just shh, Hels.”
I gasped as she pinched my nipples. She pinched them hard then rolled them in her fingers, and I felt it between my legs. I squirmed under her. “Lizzie… what… what are you doing?”
“Having fun,” she whispered. “Just stupid fun, Hels. It’s just fun.”
She pinched again and I squirmed. “Lizzie… ow… that feels… ow…”
“Good,” she said. “It feels good. Don’t pretend it doesn’t.”
“It feels… weird…”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it…”
A lurch in my stomach but it was far away. “Lizzie…”
“You like it, Helen. I know you do. Just keep your eyes closed…”
“Lizzie…” I said, but I didn’t open my eyes. “This is…”
“Good,” she said again. “Fun.” I felt her hands on me, squeezing me, flicking. “Don’t pretend this doesn’t feel good, either.”
And then it was her mouth, hot and wet and sucking at me. I wriggled, tried to pull my arms down, but they wouldn’t come. And then I was moving, rolling my hips and I didn’t even know why, didn’t know how to stop.
“That’s it…” she said, and licked at me again. “That’s so cute, Hels. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”
“Lizzie… this isn’t…”
“It is…” she interrupted. “It’s fun.” I felt her fingers at my jeans, and she pulled at them until my legs were cold. “Cute,” she said. “You have cute little knickers on, Hels, very sweet.”
My insides jumped and twisted. “Lizzie… stop…”
“You don’t want me to stop…”
“But, I…”
“Your knickers don’t lie, Hels Bells. You’re soaking wet.”
I felt the embarrassment far away below the wine. “I don’t mean to…”
“It’s ok, Hels, it’s ok… just close your eyes, and forget about it…”
I opened my eyes long enough to focus on her, on her fingers reaching inside my panties. I gasped as she touched the right spot. “Lizzie… don’t…”
“You don’t want me to stop…”
But I did. I did want her to stop. Until I didn’t. Until it felt good, and my body forgot that it should feel weird. My hips were rocking and my hands gripped the headboard, and my breath was strange and frantic.
“That’s it, Hels… I knew you wanted this… call it practice…”
I heard the rustle of clothes, and then her weight on my belly before she slid down. I could feel her skin on mine, and she was hot, and clammy. She spread my legs, and I didn’t fight her, and then her weight was in the right place, and she felt so strange against me, rubbing against me. Her hips against mine, and her pussy, too.
Lizzie’s pussy was against mine, I could feel it. I could feel it even though it was far away. She was soft and hard at the same time. And warm, and wet, and nice…
And it felt good. I felt sick and fluttery and weird, but it felt good.
Her breath was weird and she was making funny little noises. She leaned forward and I felt her tits against mine, and her mouth was at my ear. “Let it happen, Hels, let it feel good. I promise it’ll feel good…” And then her hands were on my tits, squeezing them tighter. “This is your fantasy, isn’t it? Don’t pretend it isn’t… you want to be taken… you want to be tied up… it doesn’t matter who it is, Hels, just close your eyes.”
“Oh God…” And it felt so good. It felt so nice. She rubbed her pussy against mine, and I rubbed back, and it felt… it felt…
“That’s it… that’s good…”
I made a strange little moan, and gasped as she shifted some more. She was rubbing just the right spot, and I couldn’t stop moving, I didn’t want to stop moving.
“Little Lizzie loves you, Helen Palmer,” she giggled. “This is fun… this is so much fun… say it’s fun, Hels…”
But I couldn’t say it was fun. I couldn’t even think straight. There was only the feeling between my legs, of her, as she rubbed against me.
And then she couldn’t say anything either. Her breath was loud in my ear, and the bed started creaking, and she rubbed so hard, faster and faster, and squeezed at my tits, and I was making funny noises, and so was she, and far away there was a part of me that was worried about my mum and dad hearing us… and then there was the ache in me, the need to keep going, harder and harder.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop…” she whispered.
But I didn’t want to. I just wanted more.
“I’ll stop if you want me to…”
But it was much too late for all that. I squirmed and wriggled, and bucked under her, and the room was spinning and I felt sick, but it felt too good to stop.
“I’m going… I’m going to…” I hissed. “Don’t stop… I’m going to…”
“I know,” she breathed. “I know, Hels, I know. It’s ok…”
And then I did. I got the tingles, and I was panting, and tense, and out of control. I bit my lip, and rocked back at her, and I could feel her right there with me.