Trading, Part 1

by Amy xxxxx

Day one - Saturday. I was seventeen and bored to death. Normally on a Saturday evening my dad would be out at seven down the pub. We live on a council estate and although I work he doesn't. I'm glad to give him twenty quid on a Saturday to get him out of the house and out of my hair.

I wandered up the hill with him towards pub and local shops. At the top he went left and I right. About ten yards further was a low wall, which the teens from the area often sit on. It's just behind the Chinese take-away and quite dark there in the evenings. I have to go this way to get to the shops, where I wanted to go to buy some smokes.

On the wall was sat a young girl of about twelve, I guess, alone and chewing gum. I didn't take much notice of her as I past by but I heard her loud chewing. I visited the shop and bought my Cigarettes and headed back behind the shops, she was still there.

'Scuse us,' she said catching my attention, 'you got a spare ciggy?'

That was when I first really noticed her. Like most of the kids around here she was pretty scruffy and looked like she needed a good wash. Yet she was quite stunning, her eyes met mine and I felt that sudden flush wash over my face. She had lovely straggly straw hair and gorgeous green eyes. She was wearing a loose little top that hung down exposing her bra straps. I noticed her boobs were just starting to shape up nicely. She was fairly slim and wore a skimpy skirt that looked like it had seen better days. Yet it allowed my eyes to enjoy her sexy slim legs.

OK, I'm a lesbian and couldn't deny that I fancied girls going through puberty and here was one who suddenly sent my hormones into hyper drive in just a couple of seconds. I could feel my pussy react to her immediately and before I could reply I was undressing her mentally.

'S...S...Sorry?' I replied.

She tutted and huffed, 'you got a spare ciggy?' She repeated in a mocking, yet oh so sexy voice.

BOY, I SO WANTED HER...

'I er... Arn't you a bit..?'

'What... Young?' She interrupted, 'around 'ere you gotta grow up fast.'

She looked at me pleadingly, 'OK,' I replied, helplessly and hopelessly in lust.

I gave her a cigarette.

That night I masturbated myself silly thinking about her and my poor old hairbrush took some abuse.

Day two - Sunday. At 7pm I strolled up the shops for no real reason other than to see her again, though I doubted I would. To my pleasant surprise she was there again and in the same clothes.

'Hi,' I said.

She nodded and chewed on her gum.

when I returned from the shop she stopped me and asked for another cigarette. I handed her one making sure I got to touch her hand.

'So what ya doin?' She asked.

'Nothing,' I lied, 'just heading home.'

She laughed, 'we used to have one like you where I used to live.'

'Sorry?' I replied.

'Look, no offence like, but you stand out like a sore thumb.'

I gasped, 'what do you mean?'

'You're a lezza right?'

I cringed.

'It's OK,' she said, 'I not dumb, I could tell the moment we met yesterday. You were all gooey an' that, but I don't care.'

I felt embarrassed and went to walk off.

'I know the look you gave me,' she said making me stop in my tracks.

'Look?' I said.

'Yeah, that sex look,' she smiled, 'listen, we could do a bit of trading if you like?'

I was stunned. 'Trading?'

'Yeah, you know, give me something I want and I give you something you want?'

'Like what?' I asked, curiosity now getting the better of me.

'Tell ya what,' she said as she flcked her butt away, 'come here at eight o'clock tomorrow night, so it's dark an' I'll bring a list.'

I was schocked, 'I don't,do drugs,' I said.

'Look, I know what you women like, I told you, I used to know another lezza.'

'Can you keep it,down a bit,' I said annoyed, 'someone might hear?

She stood up, 'told you I knew,' she smirked, 'bring some money an' don't be late.'

She walked away leaving me wondering what to do next. I watched her walk with a sexy lttle swagger and knew I'd be back the following evening. I went home and straigjt to my bedoom - poor hair brush is taking a battering.

Day three - Monday. I arrived early and waited. She turned up a few minutes late and was still in her school uniform.

'Here,' she said, handing me a piece of paper and then sitting down on the,wall, I knew you'd turn up?'

I felt like an idiot but was intrigued to know what was on offer. I'd never had a girl this young and was praying she was on the menu.

PRICES 1/ 20 cigs = Feel my tits through my top for 5 mins. 2/ 60 cigs = Feel my tits under top for 5 mins. 3/ 100 cigs = Suck my tits for 5 mins. 4/ £20 = My worn panties.

I began to blush but was getting aroused at the same time.

5/ £40 = My Worn and freshly cummed in panties. 6/ £60 = Kiss and grope and suck my tits for 5 mins. 7/ £80 = Finger my pussy and suck my tits for 5 mins. 8/ £100 = Go down on me for 5 mins. 9/ £XXX = Ask.

I looked,at her, 'so you're into girls as well?' I asked.

'Nah,' she replied, 'but I know easy money when I see it.'

'Bit steep?' U said.

She was still chewing that annoying gum.

I checked my pocket, twenty two quid. I don't know what I was expecting so re-read the list.

'What is the three x's?' I asked.

'That depends,' she replied, 'if I like you a lot, I might offer other things?'

'Like what?'

'You know,' she smirked, 'piss on you, play rape, things like that, that ain't on the list.'

'Oh,' I replied blushing.

'You got twenty quid there,' she said, 'you can have my knickers I'm wearing. Had 'em on all day.'

I looked around me to check the coast was clear. I didn't know what to do.

'Um, OK,' I aid blushing again.

'Turn around and keep an eye out,' she said.

I did as she said and a few moments later she tapped my arm and held her hand out.

'Twenty quid,' she smiled and showed me a pair of pale blue panties that she held in her other hand.

I was shaking like a leaf as I handed her the money and took the offered panties. They were still warm and I was eager to get them home.

'Want to order anything for tomorrow?' She asked.

I checked the list and realised this could work out dear and I'd have to dig into my savings.

'Look,' I said, 'I... Erm... Bring you're wet panties tomorrow and I'll buy them, OK?'

'Sure,' she said and kissed the twenty pound note before walking away.

I hurried home, stopping in a shadow on the way to quickly sniff the gusset of the panties. The aroma was amazing and I nearly orgasmed from the one sniff. I squeezed my crotch through my jeans and hurried on.

That night my hair brush nearly choked, such was the pounding it took. I came so many times with my nose and tongue buried in the gusset that I lost count.

In the morning I had work but I took her panties with me and used them in the bathroom to get off during the lunch break.

Roll on tonight...