Archive-name: First/tommy01.txt
Archive-author: Black Knight
Archive-title: Adventures with (and without) Tommy
Installment 1: Overnight Guests
Tommy, my best friend since first grade, lived half a block away,
and we went to the same school. We were six when we met and we
developed our similar interests simply be being best friends. I was
an only child until I reached twelve and my baby sister was born;
Tommy had a sister, Jane, who was two years older than we were.
Since I was an only child, my parents encouraged me to spend a
lot of time with Tommy. I was a frequent guest in Tommy's home, and
he was a frequent guest in mine. At my house, we would trade baseball
cards, play records, watch horror movies. At his house, we would
trade baseball cards, play records, watch horror movies.
Occasionally, we would sleep over at each other's home on weekends.
Well, late one August, about the time we were eleven, I was
staying at Tommy's for the weekend. I came over early in the
afternoon, and we played outside until dinner. At the dinner table,
we exchanged the usual brother/sister insults with Jane and her friend
Sara, much to the chagrin of Tommy's parents. After a healthy desert,
Tommy practically dragged me up the stairs.
We had been upstairs for about an hour, watching a baseball game
on Tommy's little black and white TV, when we heard Jane's door slam.
Tommy's eyes lit up, and he turned to me with a finger at his lips.
He started taking off his shoes, and motioned to me do to the same,
then he turned the game's volume a little louder. After locking his
bedroom door, he motioned me to his closet and shooed us both inside.
"What's going on," I whispered, to which he replied "SHHH! You'll
see." He pulled me to the darker part of the closet, and suddenly, I
felt some sort of stair. Almost inaudibly, Tommy whispered "Step Up."
We went up two step to a sort of platform, and there was a hint of
light from somewhere. Once we were up on the platform, Tommy seemed
to pull something away from the wall, and the light brightened. It
seemed to be coming from cracks in the wall, very small cracks, but
large enough to see through if you stepped close enough. Tommy put an
eye to a crack, and I followed suit.
And my little eleven year old heart stopped. We were looking into
Jane's room, and she and Sara were getting undressed. Sara and Jane
were both just fourteen, and while we had often taunted them with the
usual boyish insults about ugliness, they were both very cute girls.
Sara was just five feet tall, with light brown shoulder length hair.
She had a small, pug nose and attractively set grey eyes. Jane was an
inch taller, not as thin, and had blond hair, also shoulder length.
She had a straight, patrician nose, and large blue eyes.
We had arrived just as they were preparing for their evening
slumber party, and they were just kicking off their shoes and pulling
off their socks. There were two robes laying on the bed, and Sara's
small suitcase sat open on Jane's dresser. Sara was very fastidious
and carefully rolled up her socks and placed them in her sneakers. My
heart jumped when I heard a closet door open and heard the thump of
Jane's sneakers landing on the floor of her closet, directly adjoining
Tommy's. But my eyes were glued on Sara, who had removed her T-shirt,
revealing her small but visible breasts. It was my first view of real
female flesh. And while you may not think it much, to my eleven year
old eyes, Sara's small, nicely rounded tits with their equally small
rose-colored nipples, might as well have been the heaving bosom of
Sophia Loren.
As Sara folded up her T-shirt into her suitcase, Jane crossed the
room, heading for the dresser, pulling her T-shirt off over her head
as she walked. "When are you going to start wearing a bra?" she asked
Sara, who had evidentally dealt with this subject before. "When I
need one as much as you do," she replied. Jane had now tossed her T-
shirt onto the dresser top, and was slithering out of her shorts.
Sara removed her shorts, again folding them neatly into her case. As
Sara reached for her robe, Jane stood at the dresser, reaching around
herself to unclasp her bra. "Damn, it's stuck!" Sara reached over,
the robe still not closed over her almost naked body, and Jane turned
around. Sara undid the clasp, which was indeed stuck, so that it took
several seconds before it came off, and there were Jane's tits, larger
and pointier than her friends, with larger, darker nipples. Jane
wriggled out of the bra, causing her tits to quiver, and she tossed
the bra onto the dresser. Then they wrapped themselves up in robes,
still in their panties, and went giggling out the door.
All of this took about three minutes, maybe two, but my heart was
thumping furiously. Tommy seemed a bit more composed than I was, but
not much. We heard them tramping through the hall on their way to the
bathroom. "Back to the game?" I asked. "We could," Tommy whispered,
a little louder than before, "but they'll be back." While I was
afraid of getting caught, my curiosity was stronger than my fear.
So we sat on the floor of the closet, our legs out the open door,
while Tommy told me how he'd happened upon the spyhole. In the
backround, we heard the sound of the shower running. Tommy had been
in the closet when the light in his bedroom lamp suddenly burned out.
He saw light from high in the closet. "It didn;t take Einstein to
realize that was Jane's bedroom, " he explained, "But I couldn't reach
it. So I built the platform." Suddenly, it clicked, and I exclaimed,
"That's the toy box we built!" Tommy nodded. I had to laugh,
thinking of how industrious we'd been, building the toy box so that
Tommy's room would be neat when we went off to summer camp. Boy, if
Tommy's parents had realized ...
Tommy said he had used the box only twice before, and had seen
Jane totally naked once. "But she just got right into her nightgown,
so it wasn't much to see." But he had known Sara was coming over
tonight, so he'd invited me over. I was appreciative already, but I
didn't realize there was more to come. We heard the shower shut off,
and Tommy motioned me back into the closet.
We had to stand about five minutes, which gave me a chance to see
the layout of the room. The cracks we were looking through were just
over six feet from the floor, which gave us a fairly high vantage
point. Jane's bed was on the far wall, and it had a very feminine
white headboard. On the wall by the window was a bookcase with a
stereo and records. Under the window was a dresser, and in the corner
to our immediatte right was a corner bookshelf sitting on a corner
chest of drawers, and immediattely below us was Jane's desk, which had
a large mirror hanging over it. (In fact, Tommy warned me to be
careful of the nail from which it hung.)
In they came, Jane and Sara, locking the door behind them. Now
they were no longer wearing robes, but were wrapped in bathtowels.
Thier hair, too, was wrapped in toweling. "Now comes the good part,"
Tommy whispered directly in my ear. "Ok, Sara, its your turn
tonight," Jane said, and from a jewelry box, she took a black felt
choker and placed it around Sara's neck. They didn't say much more
about what this meant, so I guess they had been thru this before.
Sara did a polite curtsy in front of Jane, and then stood up. Jane
made a gesture to Sara, and Sara rather demurely undid her own towel
and draped it about her shoulders. Except for the choker, Sara was
naked, her small patch of light brown pubic hair just barely blurring
the view of her cleft. At this, I felt a stiffening low down in my
abdomen. Totally naked.
Meanwhile, Jane sat down at the vanity, and Sara came forward and
began drying Jane's hair, frequently using her body towel for the
purpose. This made her small tits quiver. Jane was trying very hard
to play the stern taskmaster, "ordering" Sara about, telling her how
to comb her hair. I noticed both of them suppressing a smile, as if
they couldn't really take the game seriously. When Jane's hair was
dry and well combed, she rose, and stood beside the bed. Sara picked
up Jane's powder puff and came to the bed. At Jane's order, Sara
undid Jane's towel, and spread it on the bed. Jane lay face down on
the towel, her nicely rounded rump gloriously facing us. With her
legs spread just a bit, we got a fleeting glimpse of her twat.
Sara proceeded to powder Jane's back, arms, legs and rump. We
could see Jane smiling as Sara spread the powder with the puff and
proceeded to spread it with her hands. Then Jane turned over, and
Sara began powdering Jane's torso. Beginning with Jane's right
shoulder, Sara used the puff to deposit powder along Jane's arm, then
down her side, all the way down to her toes. Jane had her feet held
together, and all we could see (though it was enough!) of her sweet
vagina was the soft mound of golden hair ... so light and golden that
it almost looked like glowing skin. Sara continued to spread the
powder, up Jane's left side, again up to her Jane's shoulder and out
the arm. Then with a quick series of puffs, she spread powder on
Jane's chest and belly.
Sara was kneeling beside Jane's right arm as she proceeded to
caress the powder into Jane's skin. She began with the hands, very
carefully working the powder between Jane's fingers. Up the arms,
across Jane's shoulders, then down the left arm. As she carressed
Jane's left hand, her tits just barely made contact with Jane's belly,
which apparantly had some pleasureable affect on Jane, for she smiled
broadly, her eyes closed.
Sara moved back up to the armpit, down Jane's left side, along the
outside and then up the inside of Jane's left leg. As if in response,
Jane opened her legs slightly. Although there was light from above,
Sara was blocking lamplight from Jane's desk, and we were afforded us
a slightly shadowy view of Jane's cleft. Sara proceeded down Jane's
right leg and then up Jane's right side. "Will there be anything
else, Madame Jane?" Sara asked. Jane responded, "You have not done my
chest and belly, Sara. Please do, and do be more attentive next time."
So Sara proceeded to rub the powder into Jane's breasts, which made
that tightness in my belly even tighter. For, of course, I wanted to
be the one rubbing Jane's pointy, quivering tits. And, of course, I
had no idea that girls did that to girls, no, no way, not ever!
"Now my belly, please," Jane said, trying to sound officious, but
it was evident that she was enjoying her friend's caresses. Sara
dutifully began making slow, circular movements over Jane's flat
belly, movements which could only be called enticing. Jane was
beginning to squirm as Sara's hands drifted idly over her pubic hair,
and she spread her legs a bit, then a bit more. Sara didn't even ask
what was expected of her, she simply began continued rubbing the hairy
down lightly, occasionally extending a finger down towards Jane's
cleft.
And then Jane did what I guess Tommy and I had been hoping she'd
do ... she opened her legs wide, very wide, her knees several feet
apart. We could see her outer lips part and a hint of the pink inner
lips appeared. They looked moist and shiny. As Sara let her powder-
covered finger explore Jane's cunt, Jane began to squirm in earnest.
She had a pained look on her face, but with the hint of a smile
beneath the pain. Sara did nothing more than run her finger up and
down along Jane's pink cleft, not even touching Jane with her other
hand, as if it would have violated some rule they had made up between
them. But it was obvious, (looking back on the incident with some
more experience of my own,) that Sara was enjoying making Jane squirm
as much as Jane was enjoying squirming.
Suddenly, after Sara had been carressing Jane's cleft for about
five minutes or so, Jane gasped, and began to convulse mildly. After
five or six spasms, she lay back, smiling, and both girls giggled.
"Did you?" asked Sara, and Jane answered back, "Oh, yes, oh, yes."
Much to our delight, Jane had been laying there with her legs open,
her cunt glistening with her own come juices. Soon, much too soon,
she regained her composure, Jane stood up, and resumed her regal pose.
She seemed just a mite week in the knees as she stood, but she sounded
officious as she said, "Sara, you may dress me now." Sara, resuming
her own servant's role, retrieved Jane's nightie from the dresser,
along with a matching pair of panties. She kneeled down and let Jane
step into the panties, then pulled them up Jane's legs. Then she held
the gown while Jane put her arms into it.
Sara did a curtsy, and seemed very small as she did, the effect
of being naked before her fully clothed friend. I had assumed that
they might now switch roles, but I was wrong. As I found out much
later on, they had been playing mistress/servant for a long time, and
the roles had become so well developed that each girl got full
attention without stepping out of character. Sara gathered up Jane's
clothes, began folding them and putting them neatly on the dresser,
then did the same for the four wet towels. Her hair was still damp,
and she made no move to get dressed. Jane watched as if she were
judging every move. When Sara was finished folding, she asked "Will
there be anything else, madam?"
"Yes, Sara. Please feel free to dry your hair." Sara sat at the
vanity and began using the hair dryer. Jane came up from behind and
simply picked up the comb and began fiddling with Sara's hair. "My,
my, Sara, you have such pretty hair, I simply must try to do something
exceptional with it." She continued combing Sara's hair, occasionally
using the hair dryer as well. Jane was very good with hair, and her
combing and blowing made Sara's hair flow attractively around her
face. All thru, Sara maintained her air of servitude.
"Now," Jane said, putting down the comb, "We must make you feel
as lovely as you look." She directed Sara to spread a towel on the
bed, and fetch the powder puff. Then Sara lay face down at Jane's
order, and Jane repeated the powdering she had received from Sara.
When she invited Sara to turn over, Sara blushed. Either she was a
very good actor, or Sara was indeed a bit embarrassed.
Jane powdered Sara's arms, legs, shoulders, and without asking,
simply continued onwards to Sara's breasts. Unfortunately, we could
not see this well, for Jane had chosen to straddle Sara at the hips.
However, we could see Sara reacting to Jane's caresses, and she was
smiling broadly. Jane then turned around, now straddling Sara at the
waist, and ordered her to spread her legs. Up to this point, Sara had
been laying there with crossed legs, as befit the character she
played. Keeping in character, she resisted, saying, "No, my lady, it
would not be right."
"What I say is right is right, Sara," Jane said harshly, and
proceeded to part Sara's legs. Sara acquiesced, and Jane began
powdering Sara's cunt. She began with the same gentle caresses Sara
had given her, and Sara began squirming, maybe even more
enthusiastically than had Jane. But, as if to assert her dominant
role, Jane made more wanton gestures. Not only did she set her finger
against Sara's cleft and clit, she reached down with her other hand
and spread Sara's outer lips. I found I was having trouble breathing
as I watched Jane run her finger up and down the length of Sara's
cleft. Sara squirmed, moaned, groaned, and finally, after only a few
minutes, "suffered" the climactic spasms of orgasm.
But the game had not been played out yet. Jane and Sara, knowing
that there was some inequity involved in being the servant, had
developed the roles so that the mistress had more leeway in what she
could do than did the servant. Jane gave Sara some time to catch her
breath, and then announced that Sara would have to be punished for
forgetting to powder Jane's tits and belly without being told. Sara
continued the demure servant pose as Jane ordered her to lay face down
on the bed and spread her legs. Jane again straddled Sara's back,
pinning Sara's arms to her sides. Slowly, rhythmically, she began
kneading Sara's buttocks. When Sara's rump had attained a healthy
pink glow about it, Jane delivered three quick, stinging slaps to
Sara's rump. Sara shook, but made no sound. Jane repeated the
kneading/slapping routine three times, but Sara never made a sound.
Then, as if to say she was sorry, Jane began rubbing powder softly
into Sara's rump. As she did so, her finger strayed down to the
Sara's cunt, and I could have sworn I saw a part of Jane's finger
disappear. Sara moaned appreciatively, and Jane began running both
her hands along Sara's thighs, legs, and cunt. After just a few
minutes, Sara convulsed again in orgasm.
Jane climbed off Sara, and Sara turned onto her side so they
faced each other. "You'd better get dressed," Jane said, adding, "I
didn't hurt you, did I?" Sara just shook her head, and made no move
to get her nightclothes. "That was nice. Thanks." Jane smiled back,
and as if to confirm that the game was over, she got up and retreived
Sara's nightgown and panties. While Jane doused the overhead light,
Sara wriggled into her nightclothes. The two girls got into bed and
proceeded to talk about school, boys, clothes.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my skin.
Tommy whispered "SHHHH!" and pulled me away from the wall. He lowered
the black drape, and we quietly retired to the bedroom. We looked at
each other with blank stares, and both of us mouthed the words, "Wow."
Late that night, in the dark, I found my hand drifting to my crotch,
where I experienced another first. My cock was hard, and there was a
tiny drop of liquid at the tip. I smiled as I went to sleep. To
noone's surprise, I dreamed about Sara and Jane.
--
|
