Pisscilla's Girlfriend - Sex Stories

Pisscilla's Girlfriend

... stretchy material. My heartbeat sped up when I walked towards the bed. I sat down on the edge, waiting for her to acknowledge me and tell me what to do. I often found myself as the aggressive one, the seducer, but not with her. “Priscilla?” I finally asked when she didn’t react. “You’re done?” She stuck a piece of paper inside the book and snapped it shut before putting it back on the nightstand, then patted the bed right next to her. “Hop up, girlfriend!” When I was stretched out on my back, she laid down next to me on her side and propped her head up with her hand. “What do you know about me?” she wanted to know. Yes, what did I know? I decided to start with the obvious. “You’re cute. You’re, I think, in half of my classes, but you always sit in the back. I saw you help Mary-Anne the other day when she slipped on the steps, so you’re nice too. Oh,” I ended, feeling my cheeks grow hot, “did I tell you that you’re incredibly cute?” “Cute? Really?” Somehow, she appeared astounded by that. But then a small, lovely smirk played over her lips, and she sat up, swung one leg over me and knelt over my pelvis. I shuddered, just a little, but enough for her to notice. She grinned. “You don’t know me at all.” “Well, I know what I see,” I objected. “Then let’s see.” She winked and slowly started to slide her mound over mine. It felt delicious. When you’re as good as locked up in a castle full of pretty girls your age, and when you’re, like me, totally into girls, you’re constantly ...

... under high voltage. Having your crush rub her pussy against yours, even if a few layers of fabric separated us, sent the most pleasant shocks through my lower body, and it took her all of a few seconds to draw a long, delighted moan from me. She leaned forward a little and cupped my breasts with her hands, putting some of her weight on them and gently massaging them. I was in heaven. “God, yes, that feels wonderful,” I moaned, rolling my hips in time to meet hers. Her cheeks were also getting flushed, and her eyelids fluttered with every rocking of our hips. She made small gasps and smiled. “You look pretty when you’re all excited.” “So, do you.” She stopped and shifted her legs around. For a moment I thought she had just been teasing me, but then one leg nestled its way between my own and she pulled one of mine up and rested it against her shoulder. I knew what was coming and gasped, “Fuck, yes!” She held my gaze for long seconds and ran her hand up and down the inside of my thigh, almost driving me crazy. My breath hitched when she finally lowered her body enough so our pussies made full contact through the fabric, and then her hips started to gyrate and rub the already slick fabric of the shorts over my pussy. We both gasped in synch. “I love,” she told me between soft moans, “that you haven’t asked… Mhmm, that feels wonderful… what the punishment is about.” She rocked forward, and her hot sex rubbed hard against my own. Heat shot through my pussy. “I’m not sure I mind,” I ...