Jeanette chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Jeanette chapter 4

... skirts, but my dad made sure they were never anywhere close to this short. If I bent over even a little, I'd be showing all my goodies. My thoughts about my nightgown stopped suddenly as I became aware of Cynthia. She had taken off her clothes now too. I couldn't help staring at her breasts. They were bigger than mine. Cynthia and Aida were both b-cups. I had always been jealous of how fast their breasts had developed. Her nipples were hard too, and a light brown. My own were a light pink. She was so pretty. I wanted to touch her bigger breasts. Then my eyes caught a glimpse of her lower treat. She had a landing strip of hair just a above her slit and nothing else. Seeing her fluff of private hairs made me feel like a child with my bare slit. She looked like a woman with her mature pussy sculpting. She pulled my mom's black nightgown over her head and let it fall down her ample breasts. All too soon the fabric slid down and covered her fine pale private parts. It fit her better, her breasts were almost as big as my mom's so the top wrapped snugly over her breasts. Through the lace I could still make out the silhouette of her brown nipples. She looked down at herself smiling slightly. "Wow, this feels nice." She said. Suddenly her smile slipped a little as she pulled at the material around her sides. "Wish I had your hips and butt, this is so baggy around my flat ass and child like hips." She pouted. "What? You're so hot right now I don't think we even need MrC." I admitted, ...

... she was hot. I had never thought of girls the way I was thinking of Cynthia right now. I wanted to touch her body. I couldn't stop myself, I reached out and brushed her breasts lightly with the palm of my hand. I could feel her hard nipple as my hand brushed over it. "I wish I had tits like yours," I said admiringly. She smiled at me then, and put her hands on my waist, "I like the way you shaved, everything." I heard a noise down the hall and remembered our target. "Let go teach our teacher." She smiled and followed me out. In the hall we walked side by side. He was looking in my bedroom door. As we approached him he turned and saw us. His mouth dropped. He looked from her to me and back again and again. He couldn't decide who to watch. His eyes were about to fall out his head. Cynthia put a hand on his chest. I did the same. Together we pushed him back into my room. Just in front of my bed we both stopped pushing. "Take it all off!" I demanded. Cynthia walked around him and sat on my bed behind him. I couldn't help looking at her. She sat with her legs crossed and I realized I wanted her to open them. I wanted to see her adult-like pussy. Why hadn't I thought of the hairs as being grown up before. I could trim mine like that, maybe. Oh but I hated hair on my body. My eyes went back as MrC pulled down his underwear. His penis was hard already. So, he liked us like this. I wanted him in me so bad but I wanted Cynthia to be happy too. I turned him around to face her. "You've ...