Pisscilla's Girlfriend - Sex Stories

Pisscilla's Girlfriend

... door slowly swung open and I started to blush. Cilla looked me up and down and smiled. “Oh, you accepted?” She sounded surprised, which threw me for a loop. “Of course I accepted! I… you’re…” Giving compliments wasn’t something I was good at, and I hated it. Self-consciousness flickered over her cute face, and I had to do something against that, to say something to ensure her. “I’ve had a crush on you for ages!” I confessed. “Oh, my! Really?” She acted so full of disbelief as if she wasn’t aware of just how attractive she was. “But come in.” I let her close the door behind me and usher me to the middle of the room where a bamboo mat protected her feet from the cold stone floor. She tilted her head to the side and lifted an eyebrow. “Two weeks! You have no idea, do you?” “About what? You’re starting to talk in the same riddles as Angie has.” “It’s not important. Wait for a moment. I need to find you something more comfortable to wear.” “Uhm… Okay.” She herself was dressed in tight pink teddy shorts and a t-shirt in the same color, and I watched her pert bum as she crouched down in front of her wardrobe and rummaged through the bottom drawer. Thoughts of stripping these shorts off her bum and plastering kisses all over her smooth, muscular half-orbs sprang up in my mind and gave me a warm buzz. “I’ve never seen you at a SLUT meeting,” I said to fill the silence before it could become awkward. “That’s because I’m not a member.” “Not? But I thought… then why…?” “I’m a bit ...

... different. But you’ll see for yourself. Ah, here it is!” She stood up and brought me a lime green pair of shorts the same cut like hers and a matching t-shirt. “Put this on please. I want to cuddle with my new girlfriend.” Her smile was so bright that my heart did a little flip-flop, and my hand almost missed the bundle of clothes she held out to me. “Thanks,” I mumbled, feeling self-conscious. “Just join me on the bed when you’re done,” she piped and turned around, heading over to the bed and picking up a book from the nightstand. I was taken aback a little. Somehow I had expected her to watch me undress - in fact, I wanted her to. If we were to be girlfriends for two weeks, she’d surely want to see what she got. I knew I did. But she appeared instantly engrossed in her book, and I awkwardly slipped out of my school clothes once again, folding them on the nearby table. I took glimpses at her from the corners of my eyes, not wanting to give away just how much I wanted her to look. I stripped out of my bra and panties, standing naked in her room, but she never even looked up. With a small sigh, I slipped the shorts up my legs and over my clean-shaven mound. Pubic hair was the worst enemy of a good licking, so every member of SLUT had agreed to keep hairless down there all the time, and I had quickly come to love the smoothness and sensitivity that came with it. The t-shirt was tight, so tight I just barely managed to wiggle inside it, and my B-cups were hugged all around by the ...