Liz & the Pillow by Paula Ross
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When I was in the school sixth form & I met this girl called Liz. She'd been in my year growing up but not in my class, so I never got to know her well until we were in the sixth form. We walked to and from school the same way & so it was probably that way that I got to know her. We grew to be good friends but she didn't know that I really had a massive crush on her. I began to "notice" how sexy she was more and more - her curvy body, her smooth legs when she wore a shorter skirt in the summer, her pretty green eyes and soft blond hair, her cute freckles. I wanted to be near her, to smell her perfume, to hear her soft laugh. I wanted her badly.
I was a closet dyke back then though. My home town was very anti-gay and I felt very isolated. The only time anyone at school ever spoke about dykes was to make jokes about them or to gossip visciously about unpopular girls by spreading rummours about them being gay. I certainly didn't want to be unpopular, so I stayed in the closet.
The other thing was that my friend Liz wasn't gay. We didn't speak much about sex (because I wanted to avoid the subject as much as possible in case she guessed the truth) but when we did she always spoke about boys she fancied (and that made me sad). Of course, none of this stopped me fancying Liz like crazy and wanting to be with her. Raging hormones flowed through me every day as my sexual frustration grew and grew.
Even if she had been gay, I had such low self esteem back then that I found it hard to imagine someone else fancying me at all. I wasn't fat, but I was certainly a little chubby - quite curvy and big breasted but that was about all you could really say in my favour. I think I have nice brown eyes though and girlfriends have since said my eyes are sexy. At the time, I must admit, I was a bit untidy in my dress, I was already fond of wearing flat "lesbian" shoes and I had short, slightly untidy brown hair. My worst features (or so I thought at the time) was my chubby round face and my rather thick, unattractive specs. At the time I thought I was too short and dumpy for anyone to like me. I suppose I still thought I ought to be tall, leggy and slim (even though I didn't really fancy girls like that myself). I was absolutely convinced Liz would no way want me - but that didn't stop me fancying her like crazy.
I began to masturbate and fantasize about her all the time. I yearned for her. I yearned to hold her naked, next to me in bed. Oh what I wouldn't have given to be able to satisfy my lusts for her. Summer was the worst time. When the weather was hot & she would wear shorter skirts and show off her smooth, sexy, bare legs and wear thin, white, blouses through which I could see her white bra if I looked carefully enough. Often, her pert breasts squeezed together in an increasingly revealing cleavage which made me want to stroke them so much. She was beautiful & I had to satisfy my randy frustrations somehow.
My masturbation games became increasingly focused on Liz and increasingly daring. Just secretly pleasuring myself, furtively, with my fingers, late at night, beneath the sheets and dreaming of her was not enough. Nowhere near enough.
One night I hugged a pillow to me, pressing my breasts against it and pretending it was Liz. I kissed and cuddled it whilst I pretended it was her and I played with myself. It felt good. And, after that, it became a habit every night more or less. But after a little while I went a bit further. Up till then I'd always kept my nightie on so that if, for any reason, my mum came into my room late, I could easily stop playing with myself & she would be none the wiser. But now I started to slip my nightie off and have naked cuddles with my pillow.
Sometimes I would get so turned on by my fantasy that I would quietly moan Liz's name when I came. God! I so wanted to be naked with that girl and wrap my legs around her!
One night I was adopting my usual position with my fantasy girlfriend when I had an idea. I slept with two pillows, so maybe it might feel nice to use my second pillow as the "lower half" of Liz so that I could pretend I was having a proper naked cuddle with her. I slipped it down below the sheets and nestled it between my legs as I cuddled and kissed the other pillow. This was as close to really being with her as I could get it. As I cuddled in I began to rub myself against the pillow, feeling its soft warmness, grinding against my vulva. I began to gently hump the pillow as I got more & more turned on. I imagined her soft little breasts pressed firmly against mine & how it might feel if I could really hump her soft sexy thigh, pressing myself against her naked body and rubbing myself up against her.
It felt so good. I knew I was getting wetter and wetter the longer I humped & I worried in case I might stain the pillow or something if I got too carried away. But the thought of being able to hump Liz's naked body was too much for me to be able to control myself. I kept jigging myself against the pillow and thinking about Liz's beautiful, young, sexy, body. I was losing control and began to dry-hump my pillow more and more vigorously, moaning with pleasure and whispering Liz's name. Soon the dry humping wasn't that dry - but I kept going, it just felt so great.
I imagined Liz and I in bed together naked, she could rub the top of her right thigh against my pussy and I could rub mine against her's. It would feel soft and warm and we'd make each other's legs a little wet as we got more and more excited together. We'd kiss with tongues and moan each other's names as we humped each other - faster and faster! "Oh Liz!" ..."Oh Lizzie!" I moaned as I yearned for it. I jigged myself against my pillow more and more energetically. My naked body was hot and swetty and my whole groin area ached with pleasure as I grinded and rubbed furiously against the pillow. I felt really dirty because at the back of my mind I knew exactly what I was doing and what other people would think if they caught me doing it. I was a dumpy, naked, lesbian having a frenzied hump of her pillows, pretending they were another girl she lusted after. But whilst I was disgusted with myself, I was also strangely turned on by it.
What if my mum overheard all my moaning and the bed springs squeeking and came in and caught me in the middle of my sordid pillow-fucking session? What if she caught me vigourously rubbing that pillow against my hot crutch. And heard me calling out a girl's name whilst I was doing it too? What would she think of me? "Oh Liz!" I moaned, louder now. The thought of being caught filled me at once with horror but was also wickedly thrilling at the same time! It was repelling me and turning me on at the same time! I rubbed and humped and jigged frantically against the pillow, keen to get the maximum possible pleasure from its soft warmness. I had gone so far with this that I could not possibly stop. I threw my head back, gasped Liz's name out with a loud sigh of pure pleasureand felt my body shivver from head to toe with a magnificant orgasm! mmmm....so good! I snuggled in and cuddled my pillow girlfriend, kissing gently as I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke with a start, realising the compromising nature of my situation. Fortunately, it was still dark - no one had caught me. Phew! Quickly I extracated the pillow from my crutch and began to re-arranged both pillows in their proper position. It was then I noticed my pillow was a little damp and smelt a little of my juices. Despite the fact that I was worried about whether it would dry out before morning & whether it might smell too strongly and give the game away, I was really turned on by it. I burried my face in the damp patch and sniffed in my scent - it was so hot! I started to play with myself as I rubbed my face in it, imagining it was Liz's juices. It was so, so hot that I came again fairly quickly! No sooner had I cum than I got frightened about being caught again and hastily put on my nightie before curling up to go back to sleep. My heart was racing with the thrill of what I had done - and I had got away with it!
Of course, it was so hot that it wasn't long before I did it again...and again...and again. It became a habit as it was very, very hot and gave me very powerful orgasms. The only real risk was falling asleep afterwards and getting caught in the morning.
I'd been having sex with my pillow girlfriend for a few months without being caught. It would obviously have been better if I could do it with Liz, but that wasn't going to happen. This was the only release for my frustrations and so I was completely addicted to it.
I was looking forward to going away to University. I knew I was a lesbian and Uni would give me a chance to get away from my small hometown and get myself a proper girlfriend. I could get away and have some fun and experiment with other dykes and put off having to come out to anyone back home until at least I had found myself a proper girlfriend. At the time I thought I could come out later on, after I'd left Uni. All I needed to do was to stay in the closet until I left home for Uni. No one need know about Liz or my secret pillow girlfriend. Not ever.
I put Liz behind me when I went to Uni and, within a year, I had found myself my first proper girlfriend. Even so I still have a pillow fetish, it was a habit I never lost. And in the absence of a cute girl to hump, I often jig off with a pillow. I've even had a couple of girlfriends who shared the same fetish & had great fun with them, watching each other jigging away, rubbing our crothces against our pillows. The feel of it rubbing between my legs is really hot, even hotter if another girl is watching!