I was alone and my head was swimming. I picked up my stuff and stumbled out to my car. I drove home in a daze. I don't know how I managed the red lights and stop signs but I did get home. I went in the front door, instead of the kitchen, yelled hello to my mother who I knew would be in the kitchen and told her I was taking a bath before supper. I needed one.
In my room I threw my stuff on the floor. I had to think. But I just stood there. Then I saw myself in my floor mirror and I could feel her behind me again, looking over my shoulder. I undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor, panties and all, and kicked them away with my shoes. The turtleneck came off over my head next and I unhooked my bra and flung it among the clothes litter (getting undressed it not usually such a violent affair for me). I shook my head to let my hair fall back into place and stared at my reflection in the mirror. "What do you think, Miss K?" I said the words clearly but I knew I was talking to myself.
If Miss Kent is Juliet Hutty at 25, but not skinny, then I'm Katie Couric at 17 1/2 . (I know. I watch way too much news). I'm 5' 3" tall, at most, in shoes. I weigh 122 pounds cause if I eat eclairs and gain up to 128 pounds my inner thighs rub together. I hate that. My hair is just to my ears and swept back. My eyes are brown with gold flecks. My breasts are not like Miss K's at all. They cover more of my chest but don't stand out as far. My aureole are like pink rose leaves, covering my little flat pink nipples until they get cold or excited. Then the "leaves" just kinda fall away. My tummy and hips are too round. At least they're smooth. My legs are short but firm from all the swimming and my feet and hands are small but not short and pudgy. I would hate that, too. You can't see my cunny when I'm standing, just a little hair where my thighs form the bottom of a "V". My navel is an "innie".
I squeezed myself and closed my eyes to clear my head then marched to my bath.
After supper I did my homework and got in bed, at a very early hour for me. But I didn't get to sleep for a very long time. I kept seeing her, smelling her, hearing her, wondering about her. When I thought of her tongue in my ear my hand pushed under my pajama bottom and three fingers pressed in circles over my clit until I came. Only then could I finally sleep.
I was up early and when 09:49 finally came I pulled into Miss Kent's driveway. I didn't know what to wear so I just put on my Mall outfit: my nicest tee, jeans, and tan sandals. I brought a notebook. Why? I don't know. I felt like a lamb taking her self to the slaughter but I guess part of me felt a little like the butcher, too.
The house was a small brick ranch with a picture window next to the front door. When I rang the bell Miss Kent pulled open the door and said,
"Come in, I'm on the phone," and ran back into the kitchen. The door opened directly into one end of a narrow living room. There was a green couch across for the picture window, an end table with a lamp, a brown armchair, and a small television. Even the carpet covering most of the wood floor said it was clean, Salvation Army. I could see Miss K. at the counter of the little kitchen/dining room. Her hair was up in a ponytail, she had on no makeup; she didn't need any, not even lipstick. She had on a big t-shirt that came to mid thigh and nothing else, not even shoes. I heard her last words on the phone,
"H-E-L-E-N-K-E-N-T, Monday afternoon, after 5:00. Ok." She hung up the phone as I came in to the other side of the counter. I saw a new bottle of gin next to the phone.
"You really did come," she said, like she didn't remember about yesterday at all. "Can I get you anything?" I dropped my notebook on the counter and looked into those big blue-green eyes,
"Just a little of that gin, please. With ice or without." She grabbed the bottle and two shot glasses and poured each half full. I took mine and gulped it down all at once then looked back up into those eyes. My own eyes watered and the liquor burned all the way down but I felt less strung-out right away. She drank hers down in one swallow as well and looked back at me.
"I wouldn't have thought of you as a big drinker."
"I never drink." I almost shouted. "But I've never been so confused. I don't know why I'm here, what I'm doing or even what I am." She came around the counter.
"This is why you're here." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, softly, then hard, then biting my lips. She moved her lips to the top of my ear and I felt that tongue. As my eyes closed I felt her back away enough to pull my tee over my head and before I could blink her tongue was on my other ear. She pushed my bra up over my breasts and knelt on the carpet with her mouth on my right nipple and her thumb and forefinger on my left. She bit my nipple just hard enough to make me yelp, and then licked it up and down with her tongue. She pinched my other nip harder, until I tried to pull away from the pain, released it and recaptured it with her mouth, sucking and licking noisily.
"Take off your jeans," she said, in that command voice. I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them to the floor.
"Panties, too," she whispered, "but don't kick them away." I did as I was told and stood there, I know, looking lewd and ridiculous with my jeans and panties down around my ankles and my boobs hanging out under my bra, which was still hooked.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," she said.
She reached behind my back and unhooked my bra and dropped it. She held my left arm and walked me out of my other clothes and sandals. She led me to her bedroom door but when we go there she turned and kissed me again. Her tongue was in my mouth so I sucked it and she moaned. She moaned again as her hand slipped down to my mound and she curled her fingers into my cunny.
"Did you think about me last night? "she asked, pressing her fingers and pulling upward.
"Oh, Yes, " was what I managed to say.
"Did you get yourself off?" I was so embarrassed but I just looked up into her eyes and nodded.
"Do again, for me, now, " she said as she opened the door to the bedroom. If the living room was Salvation Army the bedroom was Trump Tower. There was a huge king-size bed with a light gold-colored, ultra suede headboard reaching almost to the ceiling. A painting of a window covered the small window. The scene "through" the faux window was a snow-covered hillside with a dark blue sky and leafless trees. The carpet was very thick, the color of the headboard. The bed sheets were white cotton with a red and gold pen stripe. The bed was full of pillows arranged like a throne.
"That place is for you," she said, "I made it for you last night." She did think about me last night! I shuddered. I think from the gin but I'm not sure.
"You can do anything in there but eat crackers."
I couldn't help but laugh, "I like crackers." She grabbed my pubic hair.
"Do it for me," she pleaded. I crawled up on the bed and flipped around to lean on the pillows. Looking at her, now sitting sideways on the end of the bed, I pressed my fingers into the "V" between my thighs.
"No! Spread your legs wide so I can see everything." Her voice was at once commanding and beseeching and I had a thought. As I let my legs fall apart I commanded, "Take off the shirt!" She smiled a wicked, satisfied little smile, faced me, planted her feet on the floor, reached for the hem of the T and pulled it slowly up her thighs. In a moment the shirt was over her head and on the floor. But my eyes never got that far. They were glued to her cunny. Her pubic hair was sparse and wet and I could see her lips "hanging" there, so different from mine. And I saw her pink hooded clit poking out from between the folds. My hand was fanning slowly but firmly over my own bright spot, but when she said,
"See anything you like?" and thrust her hips toward me, my fingers started pressing in a tight circle, harder, so hard it hurt. So I slid two fingers down my cunny to where it was very wet and slick and brought them back up to my clit, using an up and down motion instead. Miss. K. nodded and seemed to appreciate this view. I know she could see my clit on each down stroke and my little hole every time I came back. I closed my eyes to try to slow down so she could see more and to slow the contractions I was starting to feel around my clit. I felt Miss K. take my foot in both and when I opened my eyes she was back on the bed kissing and licking my instep. I thought I would die. I pressed hard on my clit as it started to spasm. Then she bit my instep. Time stopped and in slow motion a tingly wave came up my leg and crashed into my already bursting clit. My legs and stomach started to quiver and I could not make them stop. My clit tried to jump though my covering finger. Miss K. continued to hold my foot until the quaking had almost stopped then crawled over me and lay on top of me, her lips on my ear.
"Better than crackers?" she whispered. I couldn't speak but I nodded and she could feel the nod with her lips cause her tongue was in my ear again.
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