01. Sara and the Origins of Fluffer - Sex Stories

01. Sara and the Origins of Fluffer

... is looking up here…” She did a scribble, which I sort of recognised as pubic hair, and then drew something utterly unidentifiable beneath it. Like a cross between a shellfish and an orchid. “Outer lips, inner lips, hole… and, right there--” she drew a circle-- “Is the clitoris.” I frowned at it; she frowned at it, tore off the page and started again. This time, she mysteriously started by drawing some fingers, then one hand, then opposite some more fingers and another hand. She finished in a flourish with what looked like a distorted shellfish or orchid between. “Ok, opening up the lips, see? There are the inner lips, and they wrap over in a little hood and in there, underneath, is the spot… You never heard of little red riding hood? Never got that?” “Are you trying to confuse me?” I peered at the curly lines. “I can see why you specialise in horses!” “I am being graphically clear, you bastard, look there, see? There!” she underlined the small circles she’d drawn on each illustration. “That doesn’t even look human.” I said and we guffawed. She tossed the book, shaking her head. “Well, you can lead a horse to water…” She got up to collect the teapot and, standing next to me, poured more tea. We watched the hot, fragrant brew fill my cup in silence. Sara bit her lip. She made a small growl, then for the second time that day caught me completely by surprise. She muttered, “Oh you... fucker”, put down the pot and unfastened her belt. “We never tell anyone about this,” She said ...

... quickly, unfastening and unzipping her jeans. Then with a (rather cute) wriggle, she pulled both denim and underwear half way down her thighs and grabbed her sketchbook. My mouth instantly dried. There, right next to my face, my best friend’s bits. “I won’t have you laughing at my drawing, I’m better than you, fuckwit. Now.” She fluffed at her black bush and patted fleshy folds with a little slapping sound. “This is a vulva. This--” she made an inverted v of the fingers of one hand, and pulled her outer lips apart-- “Is a clit. Clear? See?” She jabbed at the underlined circles on her sketches and prodded at her exposed hood. “See?” I stared, and nodded; Sara turned this way and that, then put her hands on her hips. An odd pose with her jeans half down. “Any questions?” I slightly wanted her to put it away, but then also wanted this to never end. Judging by my friend’s slowness in getting dressed again, I wondered if she might be thinking the same. I cleared my throat. “So I just… stimulate that area and…” “Most girls will cum, eventually, yes.” She clasped her hands behind her, and peered down at herself. She is really getting off on this, I thought as she relaxed on one hip, cool as you like, there is uninhibited, and then there is just plain exhibitionist. “However,” she added, opening up again, this time wider with the fingers of both hands. “Don’t charge at it, and don’t sort of lick up in here too much, can you see? Come closer. Don’t use the tip of your tongue under here, ...