Chapter 4
Although Lori's parents were not about to permit her to go out with boys older than she, she was permitted the company of girls in higher classes. One of her friends was Shana Alexandro, a Senior who would graduate next week and go on to college in the fall. She was a lovely, dark-haired, olive-skinned Greek girl, the prettiest girl in school, most everyone thought. Four nights after her first sexual joys with Robbie Marshall, Lori had Shana over for the night. There were two buckets full of ice, several six packs of Coke, and mounds of food-potato chips, pretzels, crackers, cheese-in Lori's room, along with a number of games, one of the portable television sets, a radio, the stereo that was always there, and stacks of magazines of all sorts. They could get settled in the room and make a marathon night of it without ever having to be bothered by the adults, as young girls usually like.
In truth, Lori Phillips was looking forward to more than mere comradeship, magazine reading, conversation, eating, and record-listening. Ever since she had watched her mother fucking her father, had seen that lovely naked body, she had been more aware of the beauty of the girls around her. She wondered what it would be like to make love to a woman, and tonight she thought she very well might find out. And there was no more beautiful lover of the same sex a girl could wish for than Shana Alexandro.
At seven-o'clock, Shana arrived, and Lori's mother shouted an announcement of the dark girl's presence as Shana came up the steps and through the door. Lori grabbed her, hugged her, kissed her directly on the mouth as she said, gleefully, "I'm glad you got here. We're going to have a great time!"
Shana seemed surprised by the kiss, then grinned. She was dazzlingly beautiful. She was wearing shortest of shorts, her long brown legs like something boys conjured up in wet dreams. She wore a blue tee-shirt, sans bra, and her lovely, big tits, much larger than Lori's, were beautifully detailed against the tight garment.
They listened to records, exchanged stories about other girls that neither of them could stand, argued about some points of literature in books they had both read, a wide area for conversation, since both of them read extensively outside the classroom.
Lori wore a shortie nightgown, one that buttoned up the front. She wore it sans panties, and with the top two buttons open, thereby showing a flash of cunt thatch now and then, and the rounded hillocks of her titties nearly all the time. Shana slipped into pajamas, though she opted not to wear the panties, perhaps because of Lori's insistence that she be comfortable. She was so abundantly curved and blessed with perfect skin and features that Lori felt her cunt getting hot and damp at the prospect of spending the night loving this marvelous woman-girl.
When Lori's parents said goodnight and closed the door to their bedroom down the hall, Lori felt a burden raised from her shoulders. She felt free, now, to slowly lead the older girl to what she wished. She began by touching Shana, as if unconsciously, laying her hand on the other girl's bare thigh as they squatted on the floor, listening to music. The feel of the soft, warm flesh drove her mad with desire.
"Hey," Shana said, as conversation drifted into more intimate pathways-as is the wont at girls' parties when the hour gets late and the parents are safely in bed, "is it true about you going out with Robbie Marshall?"
"Well, what's being said?" Lori asked coquettishly.
"That you went out with him."
"I did."
"Your parents-"
"Don't know!" Lori gasped. "And don't tell them!"
"But you really did?"
"Really did."
"But you know his reputation," Shana said.
"That's why I went out with him?"
"Huh?"
Lori gripped Shana's thigh again. "Now, we're both grown-up girls, and I shouldn't have to explain things to you."
"You let him-"
"I encouraged him," Lori interrupted.
They both laughed, hugging each other.
"He's really well-equipped," Shana said.
"And he knows how to use it."
"It's a smooth cock," Shana said. "Some boys have twisty ones, with goose pimples on them. Or things like goose pimples. But Robbie's is just so big and clean and smooth."
"How often have you made it with him?" Lori asked, feeling at least a little jealous, though she knew that was foolish.
"Five or six."
"I sure want it again."
"How many times did he come with you?"
"Well he shot all over me before he even got it in me the first time!"
"You're a very hot little chick," Shana said.
"But then he tore hell out of my pussy. He fucked off four loads on my belly and one on my back."
"You must be sore as hell!" Shana gasped, laughing.
"I was for two days. It's better now. See?" she lifted her gown and spread her legs, exposing her hairy fuckpie.
They laughed again, and Shana patted Lori's tight little box with affection. "So you're a woman now."
"Though my folks wouldn't admit it."
"My folks were that way for a long time."
"How'd you cope?" Lori asked.
"Oh, eventually, they decided I was a woman, because I had the body of a woman and seemed to act mature."
"But I act mature."
"It always takes parents longer than most to notice that," Shana said consolingly.
"But they can't help but notice my body. My father gets hard over it when I purposefully tease him."
"No shit? So does my old man, though he'd never let on in a thousand goddamned years."
"But when will they at least notice my body?" Lori asked.
"Go without a bra and wear sexy clothes."
"They'll kill me!"
"No. They'll not like it. But it will start to sink in to them that you're not a baby any longer."
"Yeah, but it would have been easier for you," Lori protested. "You're really built, with those big boobs and all."
"You'll grow more tit, I think," Shana said. "If you're this much of a knockout already, you'll be sexier than I am in another year."
"I doubt that."
"Sure you will. Now, you going out with Robbie again?"
"Tomorrow night," Lori said, grinning.
"Drive-in again?"
"That's it."
"Horny little bitch, aren't you?" Shana said, chuckling.
"Horny, horny, and hornier. I've determined that I'm going to try everything there is to try in sex-except sado-masochism and that bag. I don't believe in sex that's painful. But everything else."
"That's why you kissed me?" Shana asked.
Lori blushed, felt a moment of confusion. Then: "Frankly, yes."
Surprisingly, Shana moved next to her, matched her lovely mouth to Lori's and licked deep into the younger girl's mouth with a tongue that was sharp and quick and demanding. Lori could feel the big, unconfined tits of the other girl pressing against her, and she slipped hands between them and clutched the lovely globes through Shana's pajama tops.
"Oh, you feel that way too," Lori said when the kiss broke.
"I can take AC or DC, Lori," Shana said. "Any girl who doesn't is missing a hell of a lot of fun!"
"I want to taste your cunt," Lori said, unabashed, straight-forward, expressing her eagerness with blunt words.
"And I want to lick the piss out of that little slot of yours," Shana affirmed.
"God, you're lovely."
"Not as lovely as you, Lori."
"Yes. Lovelier."
"Should we get undressed?" Shana asked.
"That's not going to be much trouble," Lori said, grinning, shucking her gown in a moment, and lolling with her back against the bed, sitting on the floor, her glorious body bared for the other girl's pleasure.
Then Shana was naked too, and pressed Lori down, stretched upon her on the floor, their lovely, nude bodies tangled in warmth and anticipation of ecstasy. Tits mashed to tits ... Mouth to mouth ... fuck thatch to fuck thatch as they ground their hips tentatively together.
"This is going to be good," Lori said breathlessly.
"I'll eat you first," Shana said.
She started down the younger girl's body, licking and kissing her titties, her belly, the thick patch of pubic hair. She licked that until it dripped saliva, then licked all around the young girl's pubes until Lori was almost insane with the need to be lapped and chewed and thoroughly sucked off.
"Hurry!" she said to Shana.
The older girl lowered her mouth toward the sopping cunnie labes that quivered for the touch of her.
Lori Phillips tensed for another leap into sexual maturity, for another step accomplished on her odyssey into womanhood ...