The Hummingbird - Sex Stories

The Hummingbird

... couple of guys she would have dated if they had ever asked. Hell, she had touched herself on a few nights thinking of Chad and she didn't even like Chad. But he had a rugged handsomeness to him.

"It's not my fault that guys did not ask me out. I'd definitely would go out with a bunch of guys. And I'd let them kiss me. And I'd want to kiss them. Maybe even do more with them."

But once again that other part of her wouldn't let this go. "Yeah, but you would kiss Jacqui if you could."

"No, I wouldn't!"

"Oh, come on? If she was right in front of you, your hands running through the lovely red hair, staring into the green eyes?"

"I would kiss her. At least I'd want to kiss her."

"Of course you would."

"It'll never happen though. I'm sure she's already right back in Cynthia's shadow."

"Pity too."

"Why?"

"We liked seeing her with her hair down."

Jo went to bed that night determined to clear her mind of whatever had gotten confused that afternoon after the assembly. She began playing with herself, slowly bringing herself toward and orgasm. A very sexual act. And she did it imagining herself with a number of the more attractive boys in her school. She saw their faces and imagined them kissing her. Touching her under her shirt and playing with "the girls."

It was all very erotic but it just wasn't getting her where she needed to go. She had told herself that she was going to stop when her mind filled with the image of Jacqui and the sensations Jo ...

... had felt touching her hair. Then she imagined Jacqui touching her breasts as Jo herself was tugging at her own nipples. She could sense Jacqui's gentle touch and it send a jolt of pleasure straight through her body and right down to her clit, where Jo's other hand began feverishly rubbing back and forth. Unable to contain herself, Jo screamed out in pleasure as her body spasmed in a huge orgasm. Her body finally began to relax and Jo had just enough strength left to pull the covers over herself. Shear exhaustion allowed her mind to finally shut down and she drifted into sleep. She was still confused, but now she was too tired to care about that.

Jo slept a little longer than usual and when she came down for breakfast, her parents were already up and about for the day. Her father was sitting at the table reading the paper and her mother was cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. Jo got her sports bottle and filled it with water from the refrigerator door. She sat down, still very tired and still very much deep in thought. Her mother took a bowl of oatmeal from the microwave and placed it in front of her.

"Good morning, Bambina."

"Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Dad."

"Good morning, Josephine." Her father looked at her and smiled, and then went back to reading his paper.

"Bambina, did you sleep okay."

"Yeah, Mom. Why?"

"Well, I heard you scream in the night. I thought maybe you had a bad dream or something."

Jo choked on her oatmeal. When she finished ...