Sinful Deceit (6 page)

"Kirsty," he
gasped as the last drops of sperm dribbled from his knob and landed
on my leg in milky pools. "Why did you...?"

"I wanted to
watch you wanking," I grinned. "I've never seen a man wank
before."

"I wish you'd
stop using dreadful words like that. Anyway, I had no choice," he
complained, tucking his saliva-wet penis into his trousers and
pulling his zip up. "That wasn't very nice of you."

A wave of
excitement rolled through me as I came up with an idea to shock
him. "David," I murmured.

"What?"

"Will you lick
me?"

"Not now,
Kirsty." He spoke to me as he would a demanding child. "I must get
to work."

"I'll tell you
what I've always wanted you to do."

"What's
that?"

"I'd love to
feel your tongue licking my bottom-hole."

He frowned and
shook his head. "Where have you got all these ideas from?" he asked
accusingly. Perhaps he thought that I'd been reading dirty
magazines. In truth, the ideas had risen from the secret depths of
my girl-mind. "Something's changed you, Kirsty. Never have I heard
you use expletives or suggest..."

"I want to
live, David. I want to experiment with sex, discover the many
pleasures kinky sex has to offer."

"Kinky sex?"
He sat on the edge of the bed. "OK, let's talk about this," he
sighed. "What's happened to make you like this?"

"I..."

"What is it
you want?"

"What is it I
want?" I echoed.

"Getting me
round here this morning, using terrible words and suggesting...
suggesting that we do things I thought you knew nothing about. And
then there's this ridiculous holiday idea."

"What's
ridiculous about staying with my uncle for a couple of weeks?"

"It's not just
staying with your uncle, Kirsty. It's going off to some Greek
island with Sharon without even asking me."

"I'm sorry. Am
I missing the point here?"

"Yes, I think
you are."

"Forgive me
but, I thought this was my life. I thought that, at
eighteen-years-old, I'd be able to have some fun. Of course... You
don't have any fun, do you?"

"I enjoy my
work, the theatre, meals out and..."

"But that's
it, David. There's no spontaneity, no laughs, no real fun. It's
your work, the theatre and meals out. Oh, and fucking me when you
feel the need."

"We're working towards our home, our marriage. People who
waste their time and money when they're young by
having fun
, as you put
it... Don't you see? They never get anywhere in life. I know a chap
who's the same age as me. He spends his evenings sitting in bars or
clubbing. He has no savings and drives a clapped-out Mini. I have
savings and drive a BMW. OK, it's not new but..."

"I'd rather
drive a Mini."

"Now you're
being silly."

"Am I? If the
choice was between a driving Mini and a having a good time, or a
BMW and a boring life, I know which I'd go for."

"You don't
understand, Kirsty."

"David, I
don't want to understand. There'll come a time when I have to worry
about a mortgage, bills, breast feeding, nappies, sleepless
nights... But I don't want that yet."

"What do you
want, Kirsty?" He checked his watch again. "I really must be going.
I'll see you this evening, OK?"

"Ring me."

"I will."

As he left the
room, I lay on my pillow and gazed at the sperm glistening on my
breasts. Trailing the opaque liquid around my erect nipples with my
fingertips, I pondered on the holiday. I'd not make any decisions
about David until I returned from Greece. The holiday would do me
good, give me time to think. David, Sharon, the future... I needed
to time to think. I felt that I was discovering myself, at last.
Although confused about my sexual identity, I felt the real me was
surfacing. I was a butterfly emerging from its pupa. I was still
learning. I knew I'd learn about myself, discover what was hiding
in my head.

Massaging
David's sperm into my erect nipples, I was about to suck them when
the phone rang. Sitting up and lifting the receiver, I
instinctively knew it was Sharon. She seemed quiet, hesitant. Was
guilt tormenting her? She wanted to say something but couldn't
bring herself to turn her thoughts into speech. I detected anxiety
and asked her what the trouble was.

"I think you
know," she replied sullenly.

"Yes, I
believe I do. Was it all right for you?" The question sounded
silly.

"It was...
Yes, it was good." She hesitated. I could hear her breathing,
thinking. "But it was wrong, Kirsty."

"Who says
so?"

"I... Everyone
says so. I don't mean I've asked people. I mean that it's accepted
that what we did was wrong."

"Accepted by
society. Sharon, the point is that society doesn't know what we
did. No one knows."

"I know," she
returned.

"So you have a
problem with yourself?"

"Yes, of
course I do. What we did was... Don't you have a problem with
it?"

"Is what we
did illegal?"

"Well...
No."

"Was it
dangerous? I mean, harmful to our health?"

"No, of course
not. I know what you're trying to do, Kirsty."

"What am I
trying to do?"

"You're trying
to make it sound OK."

"It is OK. Do
you masturbate?"

"Well... Yes,
sometimes."

"Do you have a
problem with that?"

"No."

"But you have
a problem when I masturbate you?"

"No. Well,
yes. Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I rang your work and they said you
hadn't turned up."

"I decided to
take the day off. Want to go out somewhere?"

"I suppose
so."

"Don't sound
too enthusiastic," I giggled. I glanced at the window. "The rain's
stopped. I'll meet you in the park. We'll go for a walk and then
have coffee somewhere. Say, half an hour?"

"OK. I'll meet
you by the pond."

"I'll be
there."

Leaping out of
bed, I wandered into the bathroom and showered. Would Sharon be
jealous if she discovered David had wanked over my nipples? More
than likely, I concluded. As the warm water cascaded over my naked
body, I pondered on jealousy. What was jealousy? Envy, resentment.
An emotion felt when someone has something you don't have. Why
would Sharon be jealous? She wouldn't want David masturbating and
shooting his sperm over her breasts. If she found herself gripped
by jealousy, then it would be because David had committed a sexual
act with me.

Leaving the
shower and towelling my naked body, I wondered what to wear. I
glanced out of my bedroom window. The rain clouds had gone. David
had gone, the sun was shining. I slipped into a thin cotton dress.
Summery turquoise, short, revealing. Buttons of pearl ran down the
front like drops of spilled sperm. I wore no bra or panties. A
sense of freedom welled between my thighs as I moved about. My
nipples rose against the loose material of my dress. I felt
alive.

Despite the
grass being wet, the park was busy with people dressed in their
summer clothes. Short skirts, loose blouses, tight T-shirts...
Wondering what Sharon would wear, I ambled towards the pond.
Perhaps she'd decided on a miniskirt. Naked legs, shapely thighs
emerging invitingly below the hem of her skirt... Would she wear
panties? A slight breeze wafted up my dress, cooling the soft lips
of my vagina. Again, a sense of freedom enveloped me. Greece
beckoned.

Sitting on a
bench by the pond, I gazed at a girl feeding the ducks. I wanted to
watch Sharon masturbate, watch her fingering her pussy as she
massaged her clitoris to orgasm. I'd witnessed David wanking; to
further my sex education I wanted to watch Sharon too.

"Kirsty!" she
called, running towards me. I smiled and waved. She wore a
miniskirt, her long legs naked. I pictured the lips of her pussy
free of the constricting material of panties, her wet sex valley
unveiled. She joined me on the bench, her diamond-blue eyes
sparkling as she crossed her legs. I wanted to caress the swell of
her love lips, slip my finger deep into the hot sheath of her
honeypot.

"Lashing with
rain one minute and brilliant sunshine the next," she said, her
voice summery. "I've been looking on teletext for flights to
Athens. One company are going to ring me back this afternoon. They
reckon I'll get a flight."

"That's good,"
I said. My thoughts were between the firm, warm flesh of her inner
thighs.

"My dad's
lending me some money, and his camera."

"David came
round this morning," I said, wondering at her reaction. "He wanted
something."

"What was
it?"

I detected
concealed interest in her tone. "He wanted me. He wanted to make
love to me."

"Oh," she
sighed. Her enquiring eyes caught mine. "And?"

"By the way,
my mother said that she'd drive us to the airport."

"Oh, that's
good. So, what happened with David?"

"He just went
on about the holiday. I'm seeing him this evening."

"Kevin rang.
He wants us to get back together."

Was this a
form of retaliation? "Are you going to?" I asked. Jealousy welled
from deep within my confused mind.

"I don't
know."

I didn't like
playing mind games. I wanted to play sex games. In my yearning, I
pondered on luring Sharon into the wooded area edging the park. I'd
lay her on the ground, slip her moist panties down and lick her
sex-wet vulval crack. Her clitoris would ripen and swell, her
juices of arousal would flow from the entrance to her tight vagina.
Would she want that? Not knowing what she was thinking, I felt at a
loss. I had to convince her that what we'd done wasn't wrong.
Lesbian sex was beautiful.

"Fancy a walk
in the woods?" I asked, sure that she'd understand my
intentions.

"OK," she
smiled, leaping to her feet. "And then we'll go into town for
coffee."

"Yes," I
murmured. Coffee was the last thing on my mind.

I focused on
the backs of her naked thighs as I left the bench and followed her.
I could feel my juices of desire seeping between the unfurling
petals of my engorged inner lips. My clitoris swelled, my stomach
somersaulted. There was so much Sharon and I had to experience. I'd
not yet felt the warmth of her tongue entering my vagina, the heat
of her mouth engulfing my clitoris as she sucked me to orgasm. My
outer lips swelling as a cooling breeze wafted up my dress, I
became acutely aware of my naked vulval flesh. In my longing, I
wanted Sharon as never before.

Wandering
along a narrow path, we came across a secluded clearing and sat on
the grass. The sun sparkling through the thick foliage high above
us, the bushes shrouding us, we'd found the perfect spot. Sharon
obviously knew what I had in mind as she sat cross-legged.
Displaying the bulging crotch of her red panties, I was sure she
was waiting for me to make the first move. Where was her guilt
now?

Pulling my
dress up and sitting cross-legged opposite her, I displayed the
naked lips of my yearning vagina.

"It's lovely
here," I murmured, pulling my dress up a little higher and feigning
naivety as I looked up at the trees. "I've always preferred the
country to the town."

"So have I,"
Sharon replied. "Kirsty, what I was trying to say earlier
was..."

"I've never
been here before," I interrupted her. "I used to come to the park
when I was young, but I never ventured into the woods."

"No, neither
did I. Kirsty..."

"We'll have to
come here again."

Her gaze
transfixed on the moist valley between the lips of my pussy, I
wondered whether she could see my seeping juices of love. I
desperately wanted to feel her tongue, flicking the sensitive nub
of my swollen clitoris. Longing for the relief of orgasm, I
pondered her guilt, her battle between right and wrong. She wanted
me to masturbate her, I was sure. But could she overcome her guilt?
My clitoris swelling, my vaginal lips parting in my sexual longing,
I realized I was wasting time.

"Why don't you
lie on the grass and relax?" I asked her.

"I thought we
were going to have coffee somewhere?"

"We are.
There's no rush, is there?"

"No, I suppose
not. It's just that..."

"Relax,
Sharon," I smiled. "Lie on the grass and relax."

"You lie on
the grass and relax," she smiled, moving by my side.

Reclining with
my thighs wide apart, I gazed up at the sun twinkling like diamonds
between the leaves as Sharon lifted my dress up over my stomach.
Her guilt had gone; her yearning clitoris had won the battle. She
was mine for the taking, I knew as I felt her fingertip running up
the smooth skin of my inner thigh, veering round my girl-crack and
over the slight swell of my lower stomach. She couldn't resist my
body any more than I could resist hers. Was I a lesbian? I didn't
know or care as her fingertip ran over the soft hillocks of my
outer lips, tracing the gentle contours of my fleshy love
cushions.

Closing my
eyes, I quivered as I waited in anticipation for her finger to
enter the wet sheath of my tightening vagina. I felt her breath
against my mons, hot, tantalising. The tip of her tongue met the
sensitive skin of my outer lips, licking, teasing, tasting. My arms
outstretched behind my head, I relaxed as she licked my moist slit.
My clitoris stirred, swelling as my arousal soared. My juices
oozed, seeping, flowing.

This was
something David had never been particularly good at. He'd licked
and sucked in his naivety, but he didn't know a woman's body as
another woman did. He'd sweep his tongue over my erect clitoris
with a desperate urgency. I'd rather he'd licked gently, teased my
clitoris to orgasm rather than try to force me to come. Sharon knew
exactly what to do. Her slender fingers peeling open the fleshy
lips of my pussy, she swept her tongue over the pink flesh within
my open sex valley with incredible delicacy. A female tongue
gracefully caressing a clitoris... Only a woman truly knows how to
pleasure a woman.